Perfect Slave

by Becky Bell

  Laurie, on the other hand, was fully dressed. She was wearing a smart black suit over a white blouse and grey nylons.

  It had been three days since her night with Hawksworth. She heard the helicopter arrive the next day and imagined him being driven out to it by Laurie in the Range Rover. An hour later Laurie came to the stable block and explained to her that she would be given light household tasks for the next few days, until Hawksworth returned. She was given a pair of cotton overalls and set to work cleaning and helping in the kitchen, though not without some form of bondage. On the first day it was metal handcuffs securing her wrists together in front of her, but on the second a leather belt was strapped around her waist, threaded through a ring in the front of which was a metal cord and two leather cuffs. The cord meant that if Andrea extended one hand, the other was forced back to her waist. The device made even the simplest of chores difficult and more exhausting.

  But Andrea was grateful for the distraction. The thought of spending days alone in her cell wondering how long it would be before Hawksworth’s return was not appealing.

  But on the third day, after lunch, Laurie returned her to the stable block with no explanation. After being made to shower she was made-up and her long hair brushed over her shoulders. It occurred to her that Hawksworth might have returned, but when Laurie returned to collect her with no clothes for her to wear that hope began to wane; Hawksworth always asked for her dressed.

  The brunette handcuffed her hands behind her back in padded leather cuffs, and clipped the chain leash to the collar without a word.

  Any vestige of hope that she was being taken to see the master was quickly dashed as Laurie led her into the house. They mounted the stairs but walked past Hawksworth’s bedroom.

  ‘In here,’ Laurie said, opening a door. The room was clearly Laurie’s bedroom. There was a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a dressing-table, a large double bed and two bedside cabinets. The décor was plain, with beige-coloured walls and a sandy carpet. The bed had square wooden posts at each corner that rose about three or four feet above the mattress. Two metal rings, similar to the ones in the punishment room, were set into each of the posts, just above the level of the mattress.

  ‘Go and stand by the foot of the bed,’ Laurie said, and Andrea obeyed. It was covered with a pretty patchwork quilt. The sun had been shining all day and the room was warm.

  Laurie went to the large window and drew the curtains, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

  ‘Do you know why you’re here?’

  ‘No, Ms Angelis.’

  ‘You’re here to learn.’ Laurie smiled that cruel smile. ‘Mr Hawksworth wants you schooled in the art of lesbian love, and as I am the expert in that field...’ The sentence tailed off. Laurie took off her jacket and hung it in the wardrobe. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hanging that up too. She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked over to the bed. ‘You were very responsive last time,’ she ran fingers down Andrea’s spine, ‘weren’t you?’

  ‘Yes, Ms Angelis,’ she replied hesitantly. Andrea wasn’t sure whether she felt excitement or apprehension at the idea. She had convinced herself that her reason for being so aroused by Laurie last night was because that’s what Hawksworth wanted. But alone, without him in the room, it might be a different matter.

  Laurie stripped off her blouse. She was wearing a translucent black bra that hugged her breasts into a deep cleavage, the flesh swelling from the low-cut cups, and matching panties. Her grey nylons were pinched by a suspender belt in the same material.

  The brunette sat at her dressing-table and began brushing her long hair. She took a small bottle of perfume with an atomiser and sprayed her breasts and the tops of her thighs. The scent was heady, a lovely mixture of musk and flowers.

  ‘Let’s get started, shall we?’ She returned to Andrea and unclipped the chain from the collar, then laid it on one of the bedside cabinets. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and drew out two dildoes, both made from flesh-coloured plastic, one short and stubbly, the other long and slightly curved.

  ‘This is going to be fun,’ she purred, her eyes sparkling. ‘You understand that you must obey me, don’t you, Andrea? As if I was Mr Hawksworth.’

  ‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’

  ‘Good. Now open your mouth.’ Laurie picked up the smaller of the dildoes. ‘Wider,’ she said, as she pushed the dildo into Andrea’s mouth, forcing her lips to form a tight seal around it. ‘Hold that for me.’

  Laurie went back to the cabinet. She opened the bottom drawer and extracted a snake’s nest of belts, straps and leather harnesses, placing them on the bed. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, her breasts spilling free. Her nipples, pierced by the gold rings, stood out prominently.

  She produced a thin gold chain with a little snap-lock at each end, which she opened and clipped to her nipple rings. ‘Some masters insist all their slaves are pierced,’ she said. ‘But Mr Hawksworth is not one of them.’

  The chain looped between her breasts. She plucked the middle of it with finger and thumb and pulled it up until her breasts were lifted too. Andrea saw a flash of discomfort in her eyes, soon replaced by obvious pleasure. ‘Lovely,’ Laurie muttered, almost to herself.

  She released the chain and stooped over the bed sorting through the leather harnesses and straps, then moving behind Andrea she unhooked the central link that held the two padded cuffs together.

  ‘Move closer to the bed.’ She backed Andrea up until her calves were touching the mattress. ‘Raise your left arm.’ She threaded a thin strap through the D-ring on the cuff, then stretched it over to the metal ring at the top of the bedpost. She threaded it through that too, then buckled the strap tight so that Andrea’s arm was stretched out tautly to the side. She then repeated the procedure with her right arm.

  ‘Mmm... very nice...’ Laurie ran her hand down Andrea’s back and across her buttocks. She stroked up the side of her body, then cupped her right breast. ‘I can see what Hawksworth likes in you.’

  From the straps she picked a more complicated harness. It consisted of a thick belt, which she secured tightly around Andrea’s waist. Hanging from the sides of the belt were two narrow straps, which followed the line of Andrea’s pelvis then tapered into one. Laurie pulled these down between Andrea’s legs and up into the cleft of her buttocks, then buckled it to the belt at the back, making sure it was tight, the leather cutting deeply into Andrea’s sex.

  Two more padded leather cuffs followed. She wrapped them around Andrea’s ankles then clipped them into metal rings positioned at the foot of the bedposts, spreading her legs wide apart.

  Laurie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs. She swept the coil of harnesses and straps to the floor and lay on her back on the bed. She opened her legs and bent her knees, allowing Andrea a clear view of her hairless sex, the scarlet flesh glistening with her juices. Her hands ran up and down the soft inner surface of her thighs.

  ‘I think stockings are so sexy, don’t you?’ she said, her hands moving over the welts of the stockings, stretched into peaks by the taut suspenders. Her thighs were contoured by muscles, with hollows just below her sex. ‘I asked you a question,’ she snapped when Andrea didn’t reply.

  ‘Yes, Ms Angelis.’

  Her fingernails were painted with a bright red varnish. She stroked her mons, then pushed her fingers down into her labia and parted them, allowing her middle finger free access to her clit. Andrea could see her tapping it aggressively. Laurie’s other hand slipped to her vagina, and two fingers sank inside, but apparently not satisfied with this, a third finger drifted to the puckered hole of her anus and invaded that too. She screwed her fingers inward until they were buried to the knuckle.

  Her eyes closed. She stopped tapping her clit and rubbed it instead. ‘So good...’ she sighed. Her body trembled. She tossed her head to the
right and moaned, pulling her fingers from her body as if it had all suddenly become too much to bear.

  There was a knock on the door. Laurie sat up, the chain that looped between her nipples swaying, her firm breasts quivering.

  ‘Come in,’ Laurie called. ‘I asked her to join us,’ she said to Andrea, who twisted her head round to see Julia walking into the room. She was wearing a tight body made from sheer black nylon, her breasts and her pubic hair clearly visible. Her legs were bare but she wore black high-heels.

  ‘Just in time,’ Laurie said. She slid across the bed and opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. ‘Come over here.’

  Julia crossed the room. She glanced at Andrea, her eyes flitting over her naked body.

  ‘Put this on her,’ Laurie said, taking another large flesh-coloured dildo from the drawer. One end was shaped to resemble a male phallus, with a glans and a distinct ridge separating it from the rest of the shaft, the other end was flared. Laurie also extracted a triangle of black leather, in the centre of which a hole had been cut. She handed both items to Julia.

  Julia moved behind Andrea, fitting the flared dildo through the hole in the black leather. She then reached around Andrea’s body and pushed the dildo down into the straps that extended over her navel. There were three small studs on the straps which snapped into corresponding fasteners on the leather harness. Julia secured them one by one, so the black leather triangle and the dildo were held firmly in place.

  Andrea looked down. She had sprouted a cock.

  ‘Now this,’ Laurie said. She was holding up a much smaller dildo, not much bigger than a little finger. Attached to it was a long flex, at the end of which was a rectangular box.

  Julia took the device from Laurie. Quickly she unbuckled the belt of the harness that ran up between Andrea’s legs from the thicker belt at her waist. Getting to her knees she prodded the little dildo up into Andrea’s vagina and pushed it home. Immediately she pulled the strap up tightly between her legs and buckled it to the waist-belt again, more tightly than before. The flex hung down between Andrea’s legs, the rectangular box resting on the floor.

  Laurie turned over on the bed and got up on all floors. ‘You know what to do now,’ she said.

  This was obviously something they had done before. How many of Hawksworth’s slaves had been tied to the bed and used in this way? Was it all part of the training?

  Andrea felt her sex pulse. The leather strap cut up into her labia so tightly now it was pressing directly against her clitoris. It didn’t take much imagination to guess what Laurie had in mind, and Andrea was aroused by the prospect. Strangely the dildo that sprouted obscenely from her groin seemed to be alive, as though it had become part of her.

  Julia took a jar of cold-cream from the bedside cabinet and smoothed the greasy unguent all over Laurie’s sex, working up between her legs and over her anus.

  Then she turned back to Andrea. Taking a scoop of the cream in her hand she rubbed it over the head of the dildo. Again she had the strange feeling that the dildo was producing little thrills that agitated her tummy.

  ‘Do you want her gagged?’ Julia asked.

  ‘Yes.’

  Julia disappeared behind Andrea’s back, then a wedge of black rubber attached to a leather strap was pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed Julia to push the rubber in, securing it with the strap buckled snugly around her head. The rubber reached to the back of her throat, the girth stretching her lips into a circle.

  Laurie crawled across the bed until her buttocks were inches away from the tip of the phallus. Andrea looked down at her, the suspender belt banding her narrow waist, the suspenders at her thighs so taut they cut into her flesh. Her buttocks were oval and fleshy, and between them her sex pouted eagerly.

  Julia took the base of the dildo in her hand, and as Laurie pushed back, guided it into her vagina. Andrea watched it disappear, and it was almost as if she could feel the warmth and wetness that enveloped it.

  ‘Oh yes,’ Laurie gasped, squirming her buttocks from side to side. ‘You know what to do now.’

  Julia stooped and fiddled with the little rectangular box. Immediately a strong vibration coursed through the little dildo, making Andrea’s sex clench strongly. The vibrations spread outward into the leather strap that held the dildo in place, making that vibrate too, and as it was pressing into her clitoris that too was teased and tormented.

  Again Julia disappeared out of Andrea’s line of sight. Then she felt a hand creeping around her body and fingers sinking into her left breast, pinching the nipple viciously. Andrea moaned. She could feel Julia’s soft curves moulding against her back.

  Then Julia moved away, and as Laurie pushed back, driving the dildo deep into her cunt, Andrea heard a familiar swish and twisted her head around in time to see the whip in Julia’s hand cutting down into her buttocks.

  Thwack!

  A stripe of pain exploded across her bottom. At the same time the blow had the effect of making her jerk her hips forward, further impaling the dildo in Laurie’s sex, making the kneeling woman gasp and jerk.

  Thwack!

  Another stripe of searing pain. Another reflexive forward thrust. Another gasp of pleasure.

  But pain was not all Andrea was feeling. Each cut of the whip not only sank the dildo deeper into Laurie’s cunt, but ground Andrea’s clitoris against the harness. As usual the pain from the whip routed itself to her sex, mixing and amplifying the extraordinary pleasure the vibrations were creating.

  Thwack! Thwack! Two blows in quick succession, one landing directly on top of the other, causing a huge wave of pain that made Andrea whimper into the gag. But by the time the next blow fell the intensity of it had become indistinguishable from the throbbing pleasure that invaded her core. She gazed down at Laurie. The brunette was rubbing her own clitoris whilst writhing back onto the dildo, the flesh of her buttocks quivering. She tossed her head back, opened her mouth and produced a gurgling, strangulated sound as her sex clenched around the dildo and she came, her body rigid.

  Julia dropped the whip aside. She wrapped her arms around Andrea and rubbed her nylon-covered sex against her superheated buttocks. At the same time her hands pulled at her nipples and she kissed Andrea’s shoulder. Andrea was fighting all the other provocations that assailed her; the vibrations in her sex, the sight of Laurie coming as she fucked her, the burn of the whip, each producing that peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was the touch of Julia’s lips, the softness and tenderness of them, that she found totally irresistible. Pulling against her bonds she came, her body filled with delicious sensations. The vibrations from her sex seemed to have extended right down the phallus strapped to her belly, and she had the odd feeling that her orgasm was focussed at its tip, deep inside Laurie’s hot wet cunt.

  The scarlet and purple marks the whip left on her buttocks had faded to pinkish stripes, and Andrea could sit down without discomfort.

  Charles Darrington Hawksworth had been away at least a week. Andrea had counted the hours. She’d begun to wonder if he was ever coming back. He probably had houses all over the world and each was probably stocked with willing women dying, as she was, for his attention. Perhaps some new slave had taken his eye and Andrea’s star had waned. He’d told her she was special, but that didn’t mean she could not be replaced in his affections.

  It was three days since Laurie took her to her room, and since then Andrea had hardly seen her either. She was given light household duties, shared with Julia and the other two girls who appeared to be in residence, but Laurie barely said a word to her.

  In her better moods she hoped the neglect was deliberate, part of her training and therefore something Hawksworth had ordered. As long as he was behind it, as long as this was all part of his plan for her, it was easier to bear. He had already taught her that being deprived of her master was a punishment and that, therefore, bein
g in his presence was a reward for good behaviour. She’d behaved well with Edward Highfield and got her reward, and she was sure that this absence was another lesson, a way of showing her that she was now totally and absolutely dependent on him. As he once said: a slave is not complete without a master, and the emptiness she’d felt in the last week was a clear demonstration to her that she was a slave, not only physically but mentally too. If she ever had any doubt that this was what she wanted, it had gone. Even without him, even in the middle of the night with her fears that he’d forgotten her, being bound to him like this, her whole life relying on his whim, she knew she had no regrets.

  What she’d experienced at the manor had far exceeded her wildest dreams. Though she was aware that other women had similar fantasies, and yearned as much as she did to suffer complete domination, she imagined that most, like her, found it hard to turn their desires into reality. She had no idea that there were places where this had become institutionalised. Hawksworth had created a whole world where such needs had become the norm. And Andrea remembered the couple on her first night talking about the System, which implied that Hawksworth was not the only man who operated a similar establishment. In fact, they made it sound like a sort of club, though no doubt the membership was exclusive to those wealthy enough to be able to afford the large house and the necessary accoutrements to keep their operations strictly private.

  Andrea had expected to spend the day much like all the others, after the woman in the black dress took her to the bathroom, and then for breakfast. But when she returned Laurie was waiting in her cell.

  ‘Good morning, Andrea,’ she said, smartly dressed in a red suit.

  ‘Good morning, Ms Angelis.’

  ‘Make her up would you, Betty? And put her hair up. She’s required. You’re to put these clothes on.’ She indicated the bed. There was a white suit, a cream silk blouse, and a set of white silk lingerie. ‘I’ll be back in thirty minutes.’

  Andrea felt her heart begin to pound. Was it possible the master had returned during night?