by G. C. Scott
But when he looked at her again, he saw that she was excited too. Margaret’s face was flushed and her breathing more rapid than her exertions warranted. Clearly, she got a sexual thrill from hurting and dominating others, as Heidi had intimated.
Nevertheless, what she did next took him by surprise. Ingrid had said that her sister was very private about her sexual indulgences, but Margaret moved directly in front of Richard and raised her skirt around her hips. She wore no pants, and Richard wondered how much planning had gone into that.
Margaret’s legs were long, full and shapely, accentuated by the soft sheen of the stockings she wore. Richard felt his cock move against his belly where the tape held it.
Margaret noticed his erection too. She prodded his cock with the cane, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. But she was more interested in her own reaction. Satisfied that she had Richard’s attention, she moved her feet apart so that her thighs were parted. Margaret moved the cane between her own legs, touching her crotch with the stiff bamboo and running it back and forth against her labia. As she did so, her breath became more ragged and rapid. Clearly she was arousing herself and enjoying his inability to take part in the act, very much as she had done in Helena’s apartment.
Richard watched her autoeroticism and did indeed regret his inability to join in. A waste of a beautiful woman, he thought. And he wondered what had made her this way.
Margaret removed the cane and held it towards Richard. He could see that it was wet with her juice. She moved the cane under his nose, and the scent of her arousal was unmistakable and very strong. She smiled at his reaction.
‘Would you like to make love to me?’ she asked with a distant smile.
This time Richard allowed his feelings to show. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Margaret’s smile grew wider, but she made no move towards him.
‘Well, you can’t,’ she told him. ‘But you can watch,’ she taunted him. ‘I imagine you won’t be able to look away.’ She put the cane back between her legs and continued to arouse herself.
Richard watched as she moved the rod faster and faster between her thighs, pressing it harder against her cunt as she did so. The flush deepened and spread down her neck, until it was hidden by the neckline of her blouse. Margaret used one hand to cup her breasts, teasing herself through the fine silk.
Richard could only watch helplessly as her excitement mounted. He knew that much of it was due to his presence and his obvious desire to have her. He wondered what she would be like if she ever allowed him – or anyone else – to make love to her.
Margaret’s excitement grew. She breathed more rapidly. The rod moved faster between her legs, and her fingers now squeezed and twisted her breasts as she approached climax. Her hips moved slowly, sinuously, in time with the thrusts of the cane between her legs. Her eyes lost their focus. She seemed to be looking through Richard. Abruptly she jerked her hips and moaned loudly. Her back arched as she came.
Richard was excited by her display. His breath was short, and he felt the familiar tenseness in his groin and cock. But he could do nothing about that.
Margaret clearly had no need of any help. She was lost in a series of shattering orgasms. She moaned continuously now, her hips moving and her thighs quivering as she came. He might as well not have been there for all the attention she paid him.
Margaret’s excitement fed on his presence and his helplessness. She needed an audience to reach these heights of pleasure. Too bad she didn’t seem to need his active participation. Involuntarily, he thrust his own hips towards her.
Margaret opened her eyes at the same moment, and she smiled as she recognised the signs of his arousal. She moved the cane from between her legs and regarded him with flushed face and heaving breasts. She lashed his cock lightly, and he felt it leap from the blow before the pain struck him. Margaret enjoyed his reaction, leaning against the frame to which he was bound as excitement ebbed. She smiled slightly at him as she allowed her skirt to drop back into place. ‘You are learning,’ she said, as she turned away and left the room.
Richard looked out at the trees in the distance as he waited for the fire in his back and in his cock to die down. Then he closed his eyes and dozed.
* * *
The cool breeze woke him. He saw that the French windows were open, and that both Heidi and Marie had come to him. Marie told him that they didn’t dare untie him: Margaret would only find out, and they would be beaten.
He nodded his understanding.
She offered him a glass of wine, and he took it gratefully. Then she told him that they had come to offer what comfort they could, knowing what Margaret was like. She raised her short skirt to let him see she was still locked into her chastity belt. Heidi made a ‘me-too’ gesture. Then Marie knelt before him and freed his cock from the surgical tape. The two women, one blonde and the other dark, then took turns caressing and arousing him. Perhaps it was their way of demonstrating their power over him. Everyone here seemed to be playing the power game.
But after a while that didn’t matter very much, as the two women vied with one another to arouse him. They seemed to enjoy giving him pleasure after the suffering. Kneeling before him, Marie took him into her mouth, and he was engulfed in the warm wetness, in which her tongue was a magical serpent winding itself around and around him. Heidi stood behind Marie and toyed with the other woman’s breasts, unbuttoning the top of her maid’s outfit to expose them. Heidi unbuttoned her own top as well, so that Richard could see her rounded breasts as he was aroused by Marie.
He could only stare helplessly at her nakedness as Marie used her mouth on his cock. Heidi cupped Marie’s breasts in her hands, as if offering them to him. Marie groaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth. When Heidi squeezed the taut nipples between her thumb and forefinger, Marie arched her back with a loud moan of pleasure. Her hips began to thrust slowly backward and forward as her orgasm built.
Richard too was thrusting as Marie’s tongue teased his cock. He felt himself sliding in and out between her lips, his cock alternately warm and then cool as he moved in the slow dance of arousal and pleasure. Marie followed him, never letting him slide out completely, her groans counterpointing his own deeper grunts. He was pulling involuntarily against the ropes that bound him to the frame, wanting to use his hands to hold Marie against him as his excitement grew. Some part of him realised that his added excitement was at least partly due to his helplessness.
Marie held him steady with her arms around his waist, trapping almost the entire length of his cock in the warm wetness of her mouth. She nipped him sharply with her teeth as another orgasm racked her. That was too much for Richard. He could hold back no longer, and with a low groan he came. Marie gasped with her own pleasure but managed to swallow his semen. None escaped to stain her uniform or the carpet.
When Richard had spent himself, the women turned to one another. They began to kiss and rub one another’s breasts. Had it not been for the chastity belts each wore, he was certain they would have gone straight for one another’s cunts. In the aftermath of his own orgasm, Richard wondered idly if they were lovers. Each seemed to know what would arouse the other. For a long time he watched the play of hands and fingers on breasts, the teasing and pinching of engorged nipples, and the kissing and sucking of eager mouths, as they took what pleasure was allowed them. After what seemed hours, they were done. Both women kissed him as they left the room. Once more he stared out at the distant trees as he waited for Margaret to release him.
Night was falling when she came for him. Wordlessly she untied him from the frame and watched as he stretched his cramped muscles. She ordered him to get dressed and then go help in the kitchen with the evening meal. After Margaret had eaten, the servants gathered in the kitchen for their own meal. Richard ate standing up. Marie and Heidi said nothing, either about the beating he had received or about their later visit to him. The cook was not reliable, he had learnt, and was apt to carry tales to Margaret
. Raymond was absent, and Richard learnt that he was away. Probably carrying a suitcase full of cash, Richard guessed, and wondered when he would be sent on a similar errand. The idea of travelling disguised as a woman excited him.
When he got to his room that night, he saw several parcels on the bureau. There was no address on any of them, and it appeared they had been hand-delivered. Inside were three long-sleeved maid’s uniforms in black satin. They were similar to those worn by Heidi and Marie, but where theirs were cut away to reveal the tops of their breasts as they served about the house, these all had high necklines and even a narrow collar. He remembered Ingrid’s remark about keeping the hair on his arms and chest hidden. These uniforms would do that well enough. The white lace aprons were in a separate package. In the others, he found a supply of opaque black tights of the type worn by the other maids, and several pairs of high-heeled shoes. There was also a pair of high-heeled knee-length black leather boots.
As he was unpacking all this, Richard thought one of the shoes seemed heavier than the others. Inside he found a small grey steel box with a lens and several buttons. There was also a key and a note from Ingrid.
She wrote, ‘This control will allow you to open and close the front gates to the estate. The key is for the front door of the house. If you can manage to get out of your room, try to get to the main road. Helena is coming to visit me, and she will be waiting in my car about one kilometre away from the gates. She will pick you up and bring you to the shop. Try to get out two days from now. Good luck.’
She had signed it, ‘Love, Ingrid.’
He was pleased at that. He had tried to give her pleasure. Evidently he had succeeded. At the same time, he wondered how he was going to deal with Helena and Ingrid at the same time. There might well be some awkward moments.
The smallest package contained a British passport made out in the name of Pamela Rhodes. The photo Ingrid had taken of him had been used in it. Richard guessed that obtaining a false passport would be a small matter for someone with Margaret’s connections. He was impressed by the ease of it all. And it would work, so long as there was no reason for a body search. From this he guessed Margaret was planning to use him as a courier soon. He would have to learn as much as he could from Helena and Ingrid.
The next two days seemed to drag along. On the first day, Richard appeared in the maid’s uniform, guessing that Margaret wanted him to wear that in the house and to save the other dresses for his public appearances. The guess proved correct. Margaret nodded approvingly when he appeared. He felt more at ease now that he was dressed more or less as the other servants were.
His only real occupation was in devising some way to escape from the room once he was locked in at night. The lock was strong, and there was no handle on the inside. The door opened inward, so he would not be able to force it open, even if he dared risk the noise. In the end, the problem was solved by enlisting Heidi’s aid. She had taken a liking to him, and the idea of thwarting Margaret’s rules appealed to the element of mischief in her. Richard never said why he wanted to get out, telling her that the less she knew, the better for her if he got caught.
On the appointed night, Richard waited in his room for Heidi to let him out. He wore the maid’s uniform with the opaque tights so that he would appear more normal if he were seen by any of the other servants. Of course, if Margaret saw him, the game was up. He hadn’t seen her around the house all day, and there was talk that she had gone to Stuttgart on business. He hoped that was true. Richard had taped his cock as Ingrid had suggested, since he would be going out in public. He was conscious of it under the tight corselet. He was excited both by the feeling of constriction and the sense of embarking on an adventure.
When Heidi came to let him out, he was keyed up, but he remembered to smile at her and give her a kiss of gratitude. ‘You must be back before daylight,’ she warned him. ‘If Margaret knows you’ve been out, it will go hard for both of us.’
Richard nodded as they went up in the lift. It wouldn’t be fair to earn Heidi a beating when he was having all the fun.
The hallway was deserted when Richard passed to the front door. He took a long belted coat from the rack by the door, recognising it as one of Margaret’s. He opened the door, stepped out into the darkness and closed the door behind him. The lock clicked into place, and he was committed. He hurried down the drive, stumbling once or twice in the high-heeled knee-length boots he had worn against the cold. Once away from the front door, he breathed easier. There had been no alarm, and he guessed he had got away unseen.
The gates looked taller tonight than they had ever done, seeming to tower over him. But they opened readily enough when he used the control box Ingrid had sent. Once outside, he closed them and hurried along the road, hoping that Helena had not forgotten their rendezvous. At the same time, he also hoped that no other car would pass him. Anyone seeing a woman struggling along the road after dark was likely to stop, and there would be awkward questions.
After what seemed like miles, he saw a car parked alongside the road, facing towards him. Helena? It was. She smiled happily as she opened the door for him.
‘Oh, Richard, I have missed you so much!’
Helena leant over and kissed him as soon as he had closed the door. She still smelt clean and fresh, reminding him of country air and long walks in the woods and fields. And she felt good against him.
She drew back and with an impish grin squeezed his falsies. ‘You’ve changed so much since I saw you last. I wish I were that big. Feel how small I am,’ she invited him.
He touched her breasts, feeling the nipples taut under her clothing. Yes, she was glad to see him. Just as he was glad to be with her again. But this wasn’t the place for a reunion.
Helena seemed to realise this as well, for she drew back and started the engine, saying, ‘We’ll be more comfortable in Ingrid’s house.’
Richard abruptly remembered where they were going. ‘But won’t she be angry – jealous – if we …?’ The sentence trailed off.
‘Why should she be?’ Helena asked with a grin. ‘You have not been – how do you say? – shagging her, have you?’ She burst into laughter as he flushed hotly. ‘Oh, but you have! How could you? She is like my mother. She is older than you and me.’ But Helena was still smiling. ‘Of course I know what you two have been doing. Ingrid told me as soon as I arrived. She does not mind what we do. Neither do I mind what you two have been doing, so long as you try to make her happy. She says you did, so everything is all right. Besides, she will not be there tonight. She has plans of her own.’
Richard was relieved.
They drove back past the gates to Margaret’s house and continued into the village. Helena parked in the shadowy courtyard behind Ingrid’s shop and let them into the same back door he had arrived at with Margaret. She closed the door and led him up the stairs to the apartment over the shop. This time he didn’t have any trouble climbing in high heels. Practice was all it took.
Helena turned on the lights and looked at Richard as he took off the coat that covered his maid’s outfit. When he hesitated, she told him, ‘Go ahead. Don’t be embarrassed. I want to see what you look like. I know you are doing this for me.’
Richard took off the coat and stood while she looked him over.
‘If I didn’t know you,’ she told him, ‘I wouldn’t know you are not a woman. I mean that as a compliment. And thank you for going into this for someone you hardly knew.’
‘For someone I want to know better,’ Richard corrected her, and felt gladdened by her smile.
But Helena said, ‘Enough looking for now. Now I want us to get undressed. I want to get into bed with you, and I want to feel you inside me.’
That was not the kind of invitation Richard was going to resist. ‘Unzip me,’ he said, turning his back to Helena. It was an interesting reversal of roles for him. There had been many women in his life who had issued similar requests. Now he stood as Helena unzipped the maid’s outfit and helped him
out of the tight dress. She paused to touch the bulge of his cock, held against his body by the tape and the tight corselet. He felt himself grow harder as she stroked him through the elastic material.
They undressed one another and climbed into bed. There Helena took charge, caressing his cock and smiling as she felt him grow stiffer in her hands. At the same time Richard saw her face flush with excitement. Her nipples grew taut, and she began to breathe rapidly. When he reached to touch her breasts, Helena told him to lie still. ‘I want to do this,’ she said. So he lay on his back, while she continued to arouse him.
Finally Helena straddled him and guided his cock inside her, sighing with pleasure as he slid home. She lowered her body until her breasts were pressed against his chest, and put her arms around his neck, holding herself tightly against him and rocking her hips gently. Richard put his own arms around her waist, pulling her down on to his cock. ‘Hold me for a while,’ she said. They lay quietly for a long time, joined but not moving, neither one wanting to break the spell.
Helena was the first to move, raising her hips and sliding up his cock until she almost lost him. When she slid back down, she gave a gasp of pleasure. At once she began to move more rapidly, and Richard felt her hot, slick cunt tight around his cock. Being on the bottom was best, he thought. He watched her face as she began to lose control. Her eyes were open but not focused on anything. Her mouth too was open as she gasped for breath. She came suddenly with a gasp of surprise and pleasure, hunching herself up as if to contain the orgasm within the smallest possible area. She moaned softly, her mouth almost touching his ear, a wordless cry of pleasure, broken by the waves of sensation flooding through her.
She gradually grew still, then lifted herself up to look into his face, as if to reassure herself that he was still there. ‘Oh, Richard, that was wonderful.’