Seven Scarlet Tales

by Justine Elyot

  ‘How’s that then?’ I asked. Mind you, I had an idea, and I liked it a lot.

  ‘Tell him, slut.’

  ‘A slut thanks a gentleman by drinking his seed,’ she said.

  ‘Well, thanks for telling me. I’m new to all this, you see.’

  I might have felt a bit shy or embarrassed about having my prick out in front of perfect strangers, both of them women, but if I did, I got over it pretty quickly.

  My last reservations were long gone by the time she bent her head and took me into her mouth. Ah, God, that girl could suck. I was surprised, actually, and I said as much to Sofia.

  ‘I’ve had her practise every night this week on different sized dildos,’ she said.

  The thought of this, combined with the sight of her bright red lips wrapped around my cock and the gorgeous, deep, wet warmth, and everything that had gone before made me lose control of myself a bit. I came much too quickly, a bit disappointing, really. I wanted to keep her at it for a good ten minutes. In the end I only managed about two.

  She sucked it all out of me and swallowed it down.

  ‘You’re a marvel,’ said Sofia, coming to stand behind her and then massaging her shoulder blades. ‘Your first blow job in front of other people and you aced it, slut. I’m very proud of you. He didn’t stand a chance against my perfect little slut.’

  She flashed me quite an evil smile, and I felt all that shyness and embarrassment cover me. It took its time, but it got there in the end. I zipped up sharpish and resigned myself to spending the rest of the scene in the role of observer.

  ‘Nobody holds a candle to Sofia when it comes to training subs,’ said Peregrine, who’d been watching the whole thing as if he were at a play.

  ‘Now then, madam,’ said Sofia, clapping her hands again. ‘You’re well warmed up and it’s time to get serious. Up with you.’

  She stood up. Her lipstick was smeared and her thighs were gleaming with juices. I was semi-hard again by the time Sofia had marched her to a carved wooden chest and made her bend over it with her palms flat on the top.

  She was left there for as long as it took for the other two to nip outside for a smoke break. I thought I should talk to her, but I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there and watched her. There was still a lot of colour in her rear cheeks. I wondered how hard Sofia was going to spank her, and for how long.

  Just before the others came in, I blurted, ‘Are you OK?’

  And she said, ‘Don’t worry.’ And then I couldn’t think of anything else, so we just waited for Sofia and Peregrine to come back in.

  Sofia was holding a leather strap, a good, thick one with a handle at one end. She went straight over to Celia and made her sniff it.

  ‘Your old friend, slut, come to play with you,’ she said. ‘Aren’t you pleased to see him?’

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’

  ‘So show him. Give him a kiss.’

  She kissed the strap. I was hard again by then.

  ‘And a lick for luck.’

  She ran her tongue along the rough edge of it. Sofia pushed it into her mouth a bit, gagging her, then pulled it out and with some kind of fancy flicking movement, snapped it straight down on Celia’s poor bum.

  ‘He burns, doesn’t he? I’m going to give you thirty, slut. Push that bottom right up for me, legs wide so the gentlemen can see everything, please.’

  Celia moaned, but she did as she was told.

  Sofia knew her stuff. She laid on that strap good and hard and, what with her being the kind soul that she is, she used it as an opportunity to give me a masterclass. Mistressclass. Whatever you want to call it.

  ‘See how I make sure I cover every part of her bottom and thighs, Richard,’ she said. ‘I like to start in the middle – never go much higher, it can cause damage – and lay a new stripe underneath, all the way down, until I get to about mid-thigh.’

  She was suiting actions to her words. Long red stripes went down Celia’s bum, one by one, like rungs of a ladder. She was obviously used to it: I think she knew what to expect and that helped her through the pain. I’ve made a note of that, actually. If I want to be really mean to a sub, I buck her expectations. They hate that. They really do.

  Celia was very well behaved – uncannily well behaved, I thought at the time, but I’ve seen other girls who can take a good strapping like that since. Of course, our Lucy isn’t one of them. She’s a squealer and I still have to tie her hands when I use the cane. I like a reaction, myself. Feel like I’m getting somewhere. But Sofia likes them to work hard at their submission and suppress their natural responses, and that’s her prerogative as a domme.

  Celia’s bottom was getting pretty dark red by the time Sofia got to the final ten.

  ‘The reason I like to go down to the thighs,’ said Sofia, whipping away, ‘is because it means you can embarrass your sub by making her wear a short skirt or hotpants to the pub later on. If there’s still a nice reddish tinge to her skin, you’ll find that it keeps her squirming all night. People assume it’s sunburn, of course. Or do they? Personally, I think they’re well aware that a certain young lady’s just had a strap soundly applied to her bottom and thighs, but they’re too polite to comment. Don’t you, slut?’

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’ She finally cracked on that stroke – about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, I think – and made a little ‘ah’ of discomfort.

  Sofia made the last strokes so hard my eyes watered a bit and then she put the strap back down on top of the chest, under Celia’s nose.

  ‘Kiss him again. Doesn’t he feel warm, now he’s had a good play with your naughty bottom?’

  She patted Celia’s burning cheeks and had a quick rummage between her thighs.

  ‘Soaking again,’ she said, sucking in a breath. ‘Well, I think I’m ready for my vote of thanks, slut.’

  Celia dropped to her knees and Sofia leaned against the chest, gripping the edge. Celia pulled down Sofia’s trousers to the knees – she wasn’t wearing knickers underneath – and set about licking her without further ado.

  I didn’t dare look at Peregrine. I’d imagine he was as hot and bothered by it as I was. Celia got really stuck in, lapping and sucking and pushing her face right up between Sofia’s thighs, as if she wanted to fuck her with it.

  Sofia started pulling her hair after a few minutes, making her do what she wanted.

  ‘Peregrine, darling,’ she said, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. ‘Go up to my room and fetch the large butt plug from my bedside drawer, would you? And the lube, of course.’

  Celia moaned again, but Sofia obviously liked that, because she made her carry on moaning all the way through the rest of the feast.

  ‘Mm,’ said Sofia. ‘Think your bottom’s sore now? That’s nothing, slut, nothing at all. By the time we’re finished with you, you won’t be sitting down for days. That’s it. Push it. Eat it. Cover your face with it.’

  Sofia came with a grunt just as Peregrine returned – walking a little stiffly – with the big rubber plug.

  ‘Gorgeous,’ panted Sofia. ‘Bend her over, Peregrine, would you, and plug her? I’ll go and fetch the paddle.’

  Celia looked a little alarmed to be left to the tender mercies of Peregrine while her domme left the room, but she obeyed without question when he ordered her to bend over his lap.

  I envied him, having her squirming about on his rock-hard crotch with her crimson bum nicely available to him.

  ‘You’ve been plugged before, I take it, madam?’ said Peregrine, uncapping the lube bottle.

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘How often does Sofia plug you?’

  ‘A couple of times a week, sir, on average. Always during or after a punishment session. She knows I find it uncomfortable.’

  ‘Good. So you should.’

  He parted her cheeks, exposing the little brown hole. I leaned over for a good look.

  ‘Have you ever worn one in public?’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Oh,
you must tell me about that.’

  He let a few drops of the lubricant fall from the bottle on to her pucker. She quivered and tensed.

  ‘Please,’ she blurted. ‘I don’t mean to be difficult, but could this wait until Ma’am is back in the room?’

  ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry. I should have thought. But you can still tell me that story, can’t you?’

  ‘She made me wear it while I was filming a scene in my last movie,’ she said. ‘You’ll have to look out for it, it’s released in a couple of months. I play a Russian princess. You’ll understand why I look especially stiff in one particular scene. Luckily, stiffness was pretty much part of the role.’

  Peregrine laughed and patted her bottom approvingly.

  Stiffness was pretty much part of my role by now and it was a big relief when Sofia came back with both the paddle and young Julian. He was wearing a harness and collar and Sofia was pulling him on a leash while he crawled after her. He had a butt plug in too, one with a nice horsehair tail. She had him kneel up with his hands out like paws and his tongue out until further notice.

  ‘Oh, are we ready?’ said Sofia, coming to stand over Celia and supervise the insertion.

  ‘We were waiting for you,’ said Peregrine.

  ‘I wouldn’t want to miss it. You’ve done the lube already?’

  ‘Not properly. I’ll just …’ He started massaging around her anus with a slippery finger.

  She was very good, very self-controlled. I think Sofia helped a lot, putting a hand on her neck and soothing her, telling her how well she was doing and to remember her relaxation techniques. I’d have been far less calm with a strange man’s finger up my bum, believe me. But I’m not submissive.

  Anyway, he got the plug in, very slowly, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way she stretched to take it. I was cringing on her behalf – it just looked impossible. But he got it in there in the end and patted her poor red bottom with its black oval marker stuck there between her cheeks.

  I really wanted to know how it felt, so I asked her.

  ‘Very uncomfortable, sir,’ she said. ‘It feels very big and intrusive.’

  ‘Doesn’t it?’ said Sofia. ‘And it’s going to make your paddling so much more interesting. I hope you’re ready for the paddle, slut, because I’m going to give it to you right there, over Peregrine’s knee. Ten strokes. Are you ready? Hold her wrists, Peregrine. She won’t need it, but I like to see it. Lovely.’

  I think it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Poor Celia, upended over Peregrine’s lap, butt plug in, getting paddled by Sofia while everyone watched. She didn’t take the paddle as well as the strap; she yelled out loud with every stroke, and kicked a bit too. It was obviously painful and I felt a bit guilty for wishing Sofia would give her more than ten. But not that guilty.

  Especially when Sofia hauled her up and told her what was coming next.

  ‘Better give that bum a rest before the cane,’ she said. ‘We don’t want it getting too numb and not feeling every iota of its bite, do we? Let’s have an interlude. Here, you can sit between my legs.’

  Sofia sat down and spread her legs. Celia sat between them, perched on the edge of the sofa. She had to bend slowly to seat herself because of the plug and she bit her lip a bit on making contact with the faded chintz.

  ‘Good.’ Sofia held her in position with both hands on her breasts. She started to pinch and roll her nipples from behind. ‘Now open your legs, slut. Rover!’

  This was addressed to Julian.

  ‘Come and lick her. A good, thorough licking. But remember, slut, you’re not to come.’

  Peregrine and I were treated to the display of Julian eating Celia with unholy relish while Sofia carried on teasing and tormenting her nipples. Celia’s face was a picture – she could hardly bear it. If I could have captured that expression and framed it … Ah, God, give me a minute …

  Well, the poor girl came, didn’t she? I felt sorry for her. How was she meant not to? I think the fact that Peregrine and I were watching her so intently, taking the odd sip from our drinks now and then, was what did for her. She kept looking at us from underneath her nearly closed eyelids and getting even more into it.

  As soon as she started to come, Sofia smacked her breasts hard and said, ‘Bad girl. Rover, leave off. Go to your corner, pup.’

  Julian, tail literally between his legs, crawled off out of sight.

  ‘Chastity belt for you after another punishment tomorrow morning,’ said Sofia grimly. ‘Now get to the middle of the room, bend and touch your toes. Peregrine is caning you and he doesn’t go easy.’

  She was right. Peregrine was a master of his instrument. Even before the cane had made any contact with Celia’s backside, I was impressed. The way he swished it and made it snap the air was like some kind of arcane performance art. I made up my mind to ask him where he learnt it, and if he could teach me.

  Twelve strokes. You know how much I love watching the welts rise, the white line turn dark, making my mark on my girl’s skin. Watching Peregrine cane Celia, I knew myself and I knew what I was. There couldn’t be any turning back now. This was what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to settle for anything else.

  She suffered so beautifully. I fell a little bit in love with her when she took that whipping. I wanted to touch her and hold her and comfort her, but at the same time I wanted to tell her she deserved it and she’d get more if she didn’t behave herself. She got tears in her eyes around the ninth stroke and I was so jealous of Peregrine I had this mad moment of thinking I’d get up and snatch the cane off him and finish her off myself.

  But he got to do it. Besides, I’d probably have done it all wrong, not being an expert in those days, and injured her.

  He got to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything was all right now.

  And he got the traditional thank you, of course. Her luscious mouth around another man’s cock now, easy and difficult to watch at the same time.

  There were tears on her cheeks while she sucked him. He asked her if she wanted to stop but she shook her head.

  After he’d filled her mouth and she’d swallowed, Sofia gave her a long hug and kiss and then the pair of them disappeared up to the bedroom.

  That left me and Peregrine.

  It was a bit awkward, I must say. The experience we’d just shared, well! Intense wasn’t the word. Plus I was painfully hard and had no idea what to do about it, apart from cross my legs and think of the fiscal cliff.

  ‘So,’ said Peregrine, making with the whisky again. ‘Do you think it’s for you?’

  ‘What? All the kinky stuff?’

  ‘Yes. You seemed to enjoy yourself.’

  ‘I did. Yes. I think this is my, uh, niche. Very much so.’

  ‘Excellent. Another partner in sex crime for me.’

  ‘Well, I’d stop short of crime.’

  ‘Figure of speech, Richard, figure of speech.’ You know how he talks. All jaded and royal. ‘You can thank me whenever you like.’

  ‘Thanks! Obviously. I’m very glad you invited me here this weekend. Very.’

  ‘My pleasure. You’ll have to come to my club when you’re back in town.’

  We chatted for a while, about the scene and things he’d done, but it didn’t do much to calm down my raging erection and I had to excuse myself in the end and take a medicinal shower.

  Poor old Julian was still in his corner when I came back down.

  Supper was interesting. It was a warm evening and we got a table out in the back garden and ate there. The film director and his boyfriend cooked – out of this world, the food was. Everyone was dressed for dinner, you know, cocktails at seven, dinner at eight, kind of thing. Peregrine’s a stickler for all that. I expected Celia to be shy and embarrassed about what we’d done with and to her that afternoon, but she couldn’t have been more different. Life and soul of the party, full of stories, most of which might land me in court if I repeated them. No, Al, I won’t be pers
uaded. No.

  And she was a flirt! Bloody hell, she flirted with me outrageously. I thought Sofia was going to read the riot act, but she was fine with it. Once we’d done liqueurs and Peregrine had started chain-smoking again, Sofia suggested Celia and I take an evening walk through the village.

  ‘Go on,’ she said. ‘Such a gorgeous night. The sunset’s going to be incredible. Take a walk down to the ruins, along the river.’

  Celia seemed up for it, so I went along with the idea.

  I was still a bit starstruck, to be honest, and everyone we passed gawped – a few came up and asked for autographs – so the conversation was a bit smalltalky at first.

  ‘Sofia’s right, it’s a perfect evening for a walk.’

  ‘Sofia’s always right.’

  ‘Yeah, she seems like that type.’

  (Autograph hunter.)

  ‘She’s a sweetie under that tough domme exterior.’

  ‘Is she? I can’t imagine it.’

  ‘I landed on my feet with her. I’ve heard some horror stories …’

  (Cameraphone snapper.)

  ‘But you’ve never had a bad experience? How long have you been doing this?’

  ‘Physically doing it? A couple of years. In my head – forever.’

  ‘Yeah, same here with the head thing. I didn’t think I’d ever—’

  A group of teenage girls sitting on a five-barred gate shouted lines of dialogue from Celia’s most famous film.

  ‘Take no notice,’ I said to her.

  ‘Oh, I don’t mind. Precious little else for them to do around here. Lovely as it is.’

  We were down by the river now. It was quiet, a few dog-walkers, but the more intrusive types hadn’t followed us, thank goodness.

  She reached for my hand and I took it.

  ‘How’s your bum?’ I asked. It just sort of came out. It was on my mind, I suppose.

  She laughed, anyway, so I hadn’t offended her.

  ‘Very sore,’ she said. ‘Did you notice I was right on the edge of my seat at supper?’

  ‘I did.’ I’d enjoyed noticing it. ‘How long does it take to, you know, die down?’

  ‘Oh, it’ll be all right by tomorrow night, I daresay. Nothing left but stripes and the odd bruise. Just as well I’m not doing any bikini shoots, all the same.’