I wasn't sure whether Jenny pushed me away or I just fell on my side, but when I opened my eyes Tony was standing by the bed and she was sitting on the edge of it in front of him. She had moulded her breasts around his cock and was using them to masturbate him.
'Come on, give me all that lovely spunk,' she drooled.
His face creased into a rictus of bliss and spunk jetted over the tops of her breasts and her chin. She dropped her head and with her mouth drained him of every last drop.
Chapter Thirteen
I woke as the light crept around the curtains. I'd got used to sleeping in bondage and I felt refreshed and alive; it made me feel relaxed and at ease. There could be no doubt that I had a penchant for submission and all that went with it. If I had not I don't think I would have been able to keep up the pretence with Tony and Jennifer. Fortunately my peculiar sexuality had overwritten my impulse to reveal the truth.
But that did not lessen my anger with Jennifer. My so-called friend had not only seduced my husband but contrived with him to steal my inheritance, but I would get my revenge when I revealed that thanks to Jack their scheming had been foiled. I'd already selected a new managing director for my company and my husband and his mistress would be out on their ear.
But I had to be patient. If I gave them even the slightest sign that I was not totally subservient they would not take me to the meeting.
She came to get me about an hour after I'd woken up. She released me from the bed then took me into one of the guest bathrooms and locked me inside with instructions to shower and dress.
When I'd finished my ablutions she was waiting in the bedroom. She ordered me to dress. They'd laid out a plain dress, a pair of tights, knickers and a bra. The underwear was mine but not the dress. Jennifer must have bought that specially to make me look demure.
'We're going on a little trip,' she said.
'Yes, mistress,' I replied.
'Then we'll come back and see exactly what you can do.'
'I'm at your service, mistress,' I said.
'Of course you are. You have no idea, do you? I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. Now, follow me.'
The limousine was waiting outside. I recognised the driver, who said good morning to me politely, though I could see he looked surprised to see me again. I wondered how they had explained my absence.
The shareholders' meeting was being held in the conference hall across the street from the main office building. It was just about to start when Jennifer and I entered. Tony was sitting on a raised dais with the rest of the board. Fortunately for our plans Jack was a small shareholder in my company and sat with the rest of the shareholders in the room. I spotted him and Sandra sitting together towards the back.
I was taken to a chair on the dais and sat quietly while the minutes of the last meeting were read. Jenny took her seat among the shareholders. Then after two or three other items Tony announced that I had decided to agree a management buy-out in order to increase the overall profits. He was sure everyone would agree this was the best option for the future. I nodded as he spoke to give him the idea that I was agreeing. Then he produced a document for me to sign and gave me a pen.
To his astonishment I then got to my feet.
'Ladies and gentleman,' I said clearly and firmly. 'I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask your indulgence. I need to speak with Giles Foster privately for a moment.' Giles Foster was the director of finance and the man I'd selected to take over from Tony.
Giles Foster, my husband and Jenny looked astonished.
'I really don't think that's necessary,' Tony babbled. He stood in front of my chair blocking me from the view of the audience. 'You are to stop this immediately, Nat,' he hissed. 'Immediately.'
'My name is Barbara,' I said calmly. 'Now if you'll excuse me.'
I pushed him aside and indicated to Giles that he should follow me. There was absolutely nothing my husband or Jenny could do. They just had to sit there and wait.
I directed Giles into the nearest office and closed the door.
'Mr Foster, as you know I am the majority shareholder in this company. A rather awkward situation has arisen between myself and my husband and we will be getting a divorce. In order for the company to remain stable and solvent I want you to take over as managing director. Are you agreeable?'
'But this is so sudden.'
'Not really. Are you agreeable?'
'Of course. I'd be delighted. As a matter of fact I've had several problems with your husband's management style.'
'Good, let's return and tell the board the good news.'
He followed me back into the hall and up onto the dais. I saw Tony and Jenny huddled together in a corner and she was on her mobile phone. I guessed she was talking to Melanie. They wheeled around when I came back and Tony immediately stormed over.
'What are you doing? I think you need to lie down. You've not been feeling well...'
'Sit down, Tony,' I snapped, then sat in the seat he had occupied. The room went silent.
'Sorry for the delay. In fact my husband is tendering his resignation as managing director, effective immediately, and I would like the board to approve the appointment of Giles Foster as acting managing director.'
'I am doing no such thing!' Tony stormed.
'In which case I move a motion to have you dismissed, and as I am the majority shareholder your dismissal is a foregone conclusion. As you can understand from what he has just said, my husband has completely misunderstood my wishes in relation to the future of this company.'
'You just need to rest,' Tony said patronisingly. 'Now come with me.' He got up and took my arm, trying to pull me to my feet.
'This is not Melanie's house,' I said pointedly.
Giles Foster got to his feet. 'I think you should leave her alone,' he said. 'And I think you should leave the meeting right now.'
General uproar ensued. Giles called the meeting to order and suggested that the board gather to consider the developments and report back to the shareholders. As the majority shareholder I supported his proposal, and the rest made the decision unanimous.
As the meeting broke up Jack came over to my side.
'You did it,' he whispered.
'Yes I did. But there's a few other things that have got to be taken care of next, with your help, naturally.'
Chapter Fourteen
I took my champagne and walked through into the utility room where Jennifer was doing the ironing. I must say it wasn't easy for her. The leather cuffs around her wrists had been chained to a leather collar around her neck with about six inches of play between the two. This meant that to iron anything she had to lean right forward.
I preferred this position. As she was wearing a maid's uniform, in black satin with a very short skirt and petticoats bending forward revealed most of her buttocks, the tiny white triangle of her panties hardly covering anything. I preferred this because it meant I could give her encouragement with my cane without any warning.
I hit her with it then, and she shrieked.
'You've not done that very well,' I said. 'Do it again.'
'Yes Mistress Barbara,' she said quickly.
'If you don't get all the creases out you won't get any dinner,' I threatened.
I had given her a list of duties about the house; washing, cleaning, preparing meals and a timetable for their completion, even though she would often be hampered by some form of bondage. Any delays resulted in punishment by the whip.
She had no choice but to comply. Unfortunately for her, it was not only my husband she had been taking advantage of during my absence. She had been using my credit cards and bank account to buy herself a new wardrobe. We had explained to her that this was illegal and that if she didn't want to spend time in prison she would have to cooperate with our wishes.
Tony, in the meantime, suffered a similar fate. We explained to him that if we were not to report his actions to the police he should return all his share options and entitlements and leave the house with on
ly his clothes. Which is exactly what he did.
Our revenge on Jennifer and Tony was, however, only part of our plan. After what Melanie Masters had put me through I was determined she was not going to get away with it either. Nor those who worked for her. I intended to pay them back for every stroke of the whip they had planted on my body.
Jack enlisted Tom and Sandra as we definitely needed helpers for the plan we had evolved. Judy had phoned, as she'd promised, to say she was all right and she was working things out with her husband, but I tried to ring her several times since then and never managed to get through. In fact I was very worried about her. She'd seemed so positive that she knew what she was going to do, and I just hoped nothing had gone wrong.
As Jack had found, the security at the house where Melanie operated was designed to keep the 'guests' in rather than to keep others out. So it would be relatively easy to gain admittance again. It was difficult to tell how the men and women who were being trained would react to their sudden freedom, but we sought advice from a psychologist who told us they would probably snap out of it if provided with evidence of their former lives.
We decided on a Wednesday night, or rather three o'clock in the morning on Thursday. Jack drove while Sandra, Tom and I sat expectantly. We were all dressed in black, Sandra and I in lycra catsuits and the two men in slacks and shirts. We scaled the wall with a ladder and found our way into the house easily enough. The difficult part would be finding Melanie's office. It was no good just freeing the slaves. We had to know their names and addresses and anything else about their former lives that could be used to jolt them back to reality.
In fact it wasn't as hard as we thought. Melanie's office was unlocked and her filing system was impeccable. Each slave had a file with photographs, personal details, who had brought them to Melanie and why, as well as exactly what they wanted done to them. Some had requested they be put on diets while others had wanted their prospective slaves to bulk up. Others had requested tattoos or piercings and the wives of two of the men had asked for their foreskins to be ringed so they could be chained up by them. There were daily reports on their training programmes. There were even measurements from the machines we had been made to operate so Melanie could monitor progress. Each file was also marked with the cell number of the occupant.
But as I went through the files I got a big surprise. The fifth file I opened had a photograph of Judy. For a moment I assumed it was an old file, but then I saw the date of the progress report was the day before. Clearly Judy's husband had had her returned to the house for a second attempt.
'Look, it's Judy,' I told Jack, showing him the photograph. 'She's in ten.'
'What happened?' he asked.
'I don't know but we've got to get her first.'
We took the files and made our way downstairs as quietly as we could. I felt a shudder as I walked along the corridor I had walked so many times in bondage. It wasn't entirely a shudder of fear; there was an element of excitement too.
I opened the door to ten, while Tom and Sandra stayed at the foot of the stairs in case they should hear anything.
'Judy?'
She was tied to the bed, naked. She was wearing the metal chastity belt and her hands had been strapped into leather mittens, no doubt to stop her picking the locks.
'Barbara, thank goodness. And Jack.'
'You're gorgeous,' he said, his eyes roving her naked body.
'Get me out of this,' Judy said.
'What happened?'
'I went home. I thought my husband was really contrite. He swore he'd never do anything like it again. He opened a bottle of champagne and told me he'd been a fool and begged me to forgive him. We made a toast to the future. Next thing I remember I woke up back here, tied hand and foot. It's been hell. They've had me in this cell listening to that strange sound 24/7. I've been going nuts.'
They untied her and she stretched her limbs in relief.
'We've come to get Madam M,' I said.
'Get her?'
'She can't be allowed to get away with what she's done.'
'What, the police you mean?' Judy asked.
'We had something a little more imaginative in mind,' Jack said. 'How many others are there? Barbara thought there were four.'
'There are, but only Celine and Angel live in.'
'Good, we should be able to take care of them without any trouble as there's five of us.'
'I need to find some clothes,' Judy said.
We went out into the corridor. There were the cupboards full of rubber clothing but Judy said she'd prefer to wait until she found something a little less uncomfortable. But we helped ourselves to cuffs and bondage gear of all sorts; ropes, gags and blindfolds, which would be useful later on.
Stealthily we climbed the stairs and investigated the corridors on the first floor. It seemed clear that Melanie's bedroom was on this floor so we decided to go to the second floor first to neutralise any threat from the two associates. The rooms on the second floor were clearly smaller. We went along a narrow corridor opening doors quietly one by one. It wasn't until we got to the fourth that we found a bedroom that was occupied. It was Angel's bedroom. She was sleeping, lying under a single sheet.
We crept inside without disturbing her, and took up position around the bed. At my signal we pounced on her, each grabbing a limb while Jack clamped a hand over her mouth. It was essential we didn't let her scream.
She started awake and struggled but was no match for the five of us. Hurriedly we jammed a gag into her mouth, then twisted her over onto her back and secured her arms and legs with rope. As an extra security measure we used more rope to tie her to the bed, then slipped a blindfold over her eyes. One down and two to go.
Judy helped herself to something from Angel's wardrobe. She dressed in a leather V-neck top and a short leather skirt. Even Angel's calf-length boots fitted her. I saw Jack watching as she pulled the clothes on and I found myself staring too, remembering the long nights I'd spent playing with that lush, pliable body.
We left Angel and proceeded along the corridor to the next door. There were two more empty rooms before we found Celine. We practised the same procedure, surrounding the bed before seizing her and stuffing a gag in her mouth. She was then as securely tied as Angel had been.
Now came Madam M. We crept downstairs and along the first floor corridor to double doors that obviously led to the master bedroom. But it appeared it was not going to be as easy to surprise Melanie as the others. Coming from behind the double doors were the unmistakable sounds of loud lovemaking.
'She's not alone,' I whispered.
'We haven't any choice,' Jack said. I opened the door as quietly as I could. I had been wrong. Melanie was alone and was going to be very surprised.
What we saw astonished us all. The bedroom was elaborately decorated with a large bed. There was a sofa and a table and chairs, but what drew all our eyes was the contraption to one side. It was like a narrow vaulting horse padded in black leather with four splayed legs, and she was lying prone and naked on it with her ankles strapped into cuffs attached to the bottom of the legs. On the other two legs, at the same level, were two handles which she was gripping fiercely. Her hair, always pinned severely to her head, was loose and almost swept the carpet.
But that was not the most unusual bit. Behind the frame was a substantial metal box with electric wires leading into it. Extending from the box was a metal rod, on the end of which was a silicon phallus in a natural skin colour. I could not tell how long it was exactly because it was being driven in and out of Melanie's cunt, by whatever mechanism the box contained. It and her pussy lips were glistening with her juices, and she was so absorbed in her activities she didn't hear us come in. I judged she was near to her orgasm, and as she had denied me mine so many times I thought it only fair to do the same to her. I pulled the plug of the machine out of the socket. Silence descended. Melanie raised her head.
'What the fuck are you doing?'
She tried to ge
t up but Jack grabbed her hands and pulled them back to the handles, quickly tying them in place with rope.
'We've come to spend a little quality time with you,' I said. I stroked her tanned buttocks, the muscles taut and well exercised. Her sex was completely shaved, her labia glistening with juices.
'I'm sure you'll enjoy it,' Judy added.
'I certainly will,' Jack said. The sight of Melanie in such a vulnerable position clearly excited him and I saw a bulge in his trousers.
'Be my guest,' I said. I went over to the machine and pulled it away from her, the phallus popping out of her vagina with an audible sucking sound.
'I'll get you for this,' she swore.
'Oh that's much too loud,' Jack said. He took one of the inflatable gags we'd brought up from the cellar and was about to push it into her mouth when Tom intervened. 'I've got something that will be just as effective,' he said. He unzipped his trousers. It wasn't only Jack affected by Melanie's prone body. Tom's cock was semi-erect.
We all grinned. There was a time when this sort of spectacle would have shocked me. But now, after what Melanie had put me through, I was delighted to see her getting the sort of treatment she had meted out to us. Tom positioned himself in front of her and pulled her face up by the hair. She made no attempt to turn away as he forced his cock between her lips.
Judy had a whip in her hand, taken from a selection she'd found. Melanie tried to protest but the words were muffled on Tom's erection. Judy raised her arm and the first stroke thwacked down on the white flesh of Melanie's buttocks, making it quiver and raising an immediate line of red.
'How does it feel?' Judy asked as she whipped her again, though she knew she wouldn't get a reply.
I went over to Jack and unzipped his slacks, easing his erection out of his pants. I wanked him and felt a sharp pulse of desire.
'Leave some for me,' I said, caressing the helmet of his glans with my fingers, rubbing the tear of liquid that had formed there into his shiny globe.
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