by Anna Cundell
‘Stand up,’ Jade said when she was finished. ‘Hands behind your back.’
As Clare obeyed she felt the now familiar feeling of leather cuffs being wrapped and buckled tightly around her wrists. A white leather collar was also fastened around her neck. It was attached to a short metal chain.
‘Over here.’ Jade took the chain and clipped it by a carbine to one of the rings set in the wall. Then, without a word, she picked up the nylon holdall and left, locking the door behind her.
Once again Clare was left alone in bondage, but this time at least it was not too uncomfortable.
After a few minutes she became aware of noises in the corridor outside. Doors were opening and she could hear voices, though she could not decipher what was being said. Naively, perhaps, she had imagined that she was being dressed in preparation for being taken to Dr Hammer, and feared that the activity outside meant her hopes of that were going to be dashed. Clearly even if Dr Hammer was going to be present, whatever was going on she was not the only other ‘patient’ who was going to be involved.
Eventually the corridor fell silent again. The high heels made her calves ache and her shoulder muscles were once again cramped from having her arms secured behind her back.
But what made this so odd was that Clare felt terribly excited. She had no idea what Dr Hammer planned for her this evening, but clearly from the elaborate way she’d been dressed he planned something, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was part of her ‘treatment’.
More time passed. She moved her weight from foot to foot and found that she could get some relief by leaning sideways against the wall. She looked up at the camera. Though she hadn’t any means of really knowing whether it was or not she had the distinct impression it was turned off, that at that moment she was not being watched.
Suddenly she heard the key turning in the lock, and straightened up. It was Su Li. Just like Jade she had changed into a cheongsam, though hers was a deep shade of violet. She was carrying a pair of white leather cuffs.
Without saying a word she unclipped the chain from the metal ring, then took hold of Clare’s arm and turned her to face the wall. Clare felt the cuffs being fitted to her arms above her elbows, exactly as they had been the night before. They cinched her arms together, forcing her shoulders back and her breasts against the dress.
Su Li took the short chain from the collar and pulled Clare forward. The corridor outside was deserted, and Clare found that with her arms tied so tightly behind her back and the steep shoes she could only take diminutive steps.
They took the lift up to the ground floor then turned to the right in the opposite direction from Dr Hammer’s study. They passed through a lavish reception room with chunky modern sofas and a grand fireplace, a large fire burning fiercely. It looked as though the room had been recently used, as there was empty champagne glasses on the occasional tables and the impressions left by people sitting in the plush upholstery.
Clare glimpsed herself in the large mirror above the mantelshelf, and just like the previous night she hardly recognised herself: another expensive whore ready to service a particularly demanding client. The black lingerie was clearly visible through the PVC, the black stockings pulled into peaks on her creamy thighs.
Su Li led her along a wide panelled corridor towards a large pair of oak doors. Clare could smell food and hear conversation and laughter coming from beyond them.
‘You wait,’ Su Li said. She unbuckled the collar around Clare’s neck and pulled it away. ‘No move.’
Clare watched as the lovely Asian walked back the way they’d come. She then listened intently, and could hear the clinking of cutlery and crockery and thought she could hear Dr Hammer’s voice, and there was definitely more than one woman in the room, but the closed doors didn’t allow her to decipher what was being said.
After no more than four or five minutes the door opened and Jacqueline Fellowes appeared. She smiled. ‘Well, don’t you look pretty?’ She moved so close Clare could smell brandy on her breath. ‘Remember to behave yourself. Do as you’re told without question.’ She ran her tongue around the outside of Clare’s ear, which sent a little tingle of sensation through the bound girl’s body and she felt her clitoris respond too. Apparently the anaesthetic had finally worn off.
Ms Fellowes took her by the upper arm and pulled her, quite roughly, into the room.
‘Ah, so here we have our final course,’ Dr Hammer said.
There were three men and two women sitting around a vast antique table, with one chair pulled out and empty. Dr Hammer sat magisterially at the far end. The table was spread with a white linen cloth and there was a solid silver candelabrum at its centre, with eight white candles flickering brightly. The detritus of a meal littered the table; dessert plates, coffee cups, crystal wine glasses and large balloon glasses containing varying amounts of brandy.
On the other side of the room Clare saw one of the women she’d seen in the gym that morning. She was dressed in a conventional maid’s uniform in black, with a little white lace apron. A steel collar had been locked around her neck and from this a chain ran down to waist level, where it was linked to the metal handcuffs around her wrists.
‘Why, Helmut, she’s dishy,’ one of the women said in a strong American accent. Well into her forties she was perhaps the eldest of the party, and had short dyed blonde hair and a deep, almost leathery tan. She wore a white satin dress with gold and diamond rings on every finger of both hands.
Ms Fellowes resumed her seat in the empty chair and took a sip from her coffee cup.
Clare saw the two men examining her minutely, but to her disappointment Dr Hammer appeared to be paying no attention to her at all.
‘So those women who served us at dinner and her, they all undergo this treatment quite voluntarily?’ one of the men asked. He was tall and dark with a short black beard.
‘This is your first time, of course,’ Dr Hammer said. ‘I’d forgotten. Yes, yes, they must agree to the treatment. There can be no element of compulsion or the efficacy would be invalid. Tony will tell you.’ Dr Hammer nodded towards the other man. ‘He’s been my guest here many times before.’
‘It’s like having your very own slave,’ Tony agreed.
‘Sex slave,’ the other woman added. She was a redhead, with lustrous long hair. She was wearing a dark green dress with a tight corseted bodice that pushed her breasts into an impressive cleavage. She stood and moved to Clare, examining her closely. ‘But this one is something special, Helmut,’ she added.
‘I think so too, Helen,’ Dr Hammer agreed. ‘Very special. A lot of the patients we have here fight the treatment we give them. But Clare is a natural.’
Clare tried not to blush. It appeared that Dr Hammer was not as indifferent towards her as he’d pretended to be earlier.
‘A natural what?’ the American asked.
‘It is my theory, Caitlin, that people have a natural sexuality which is determined by many complex factors. Some people find their sexuality with no trouble at all, and consequently have very fulfilled sex lives.’ He raised his hand to attract the attention of the hovering maid, and then made a sweeping gesture at the table. The maid disappeared through a door to her right.
‘Like me, you mean,’ Helen said, smiling. ‘I discovered very early in my life that I liked to be dominant.’
‘And sadistic,’ Tony added.
The maid returned with another identically dressed and manacled woman, who’d also been in the gym, wheeling a large trolley. They moved to the table and began clearing everything away, including the candelabra, their chains chinking as they worked.
‘Exactly. But what is extraordinary, in my experience, is that so many people never manage to get in touch with this sexuality whatever it may be. This causes many problems for them – marital dysfunction, bouts of irrational anger, lack of concentr
ation and of course, my particular field, sleep depravation and phobias.’
‘So you mean people are either dominant or submissive?’ Caitlin, the American, asked.
Dr Hammer sipped his brandy. ‘Not at all. Some people have other, shall we call them, proclivities. And some people have very low sex drives. But people who are dominant or submissive generally have very active sex drives so if their sexual nature is repressed it has a much greater impact on their lives.’
‘Which brings us back to our little bondage slave,’ Helen said. ‘Come on, Helmut, isn’t it time we had a little action?’
‘By all means. I think as Peter is a newcomer to our little circle I suggest he goes first, as it were.’
The two ‘maids’ had finished clearing the table and left only the brandy glasses. They wheeled the trolley out through the door.
‘Yes, come on, my dear. Let’s go and introduce you to Peter.’ Helen took Clare’s hand and led her over to the bearded man, who had pulled his chair out from the chair. ‘On your knees now, like a good little slave.’
Apparently Helen appreciated that it was difficult to obey with no arms to use for balance whilst wearing a tight and full-length dress, and helped Clare as she struggled to kneel.
The bearded man was smiling. ‘This is great,’ he beamed. ‘Just looking at her gives me a hard on.’
Helen leant forward, unzipped his fly and delved inside until his cock sprung up through the folds of his trousers. It was fully erect. ‘Well, you weren’t joking, were you?’ she said.
Clare stared at it. There was a part of her that wanted to flee. To allow these total strangers to see her dressed and bound like this was bad enough; it was clear from the way both the men and the women at the table were looking at her, like she was a new delicacy to be consumed as part of their dinner, that it was not only Peter who was going to be allowed to use her in any way he pleased. Up until her journey in the van she’d never had sex with anyone she’d not known for some time. Now it looked like she was being made to indulge in a full-scale orgy.
On the other hand, the very fact that they were strangers and that she was bound so tightly and dressed so bizarrely was unbelievably exciting. And after the frustration forced upon her that afternoon and the strong yearnings she’d felt for some vigorous sex, there was no denying that the prospect of having some with the men, even if they were strangers, made her turn liquid inside.
‘Suck it, then,’ Peter demanded.
Clare leant forward. His cock was circumcised and she slipped the glans into her mouth, running her tongue around the rim at its base. Then she pushed down on it, until her lips were hard up against the zip of his fly and most of his penis was buried in her maw. She could feel it throbbing and her own sex throbbed strongly too.
Without the use of her hands it was difficult to do more than slide the phallus in and out between her stretched lips and use her tongue to lick it, but the man leant back and appeared to be enjoying this, making no attempt to free himself from his clothing.
From the corner of her eye she saw Helen reach behind her back and unzip her dress, letting it shimmer to the floor, and step out of it. She was wearing tan-coloured hold-up stockings with lacy tops, a pair of thong panties and no bra. Her breasts were large and pendulous, the hard nipples surrounded by a wide circle of aureole.
‘So what about you, Tony?’ she said. ‘Has looking at our little bondage slave got you going too?’ She walked up to the second man, who had also pulled his chair out to get a better view of the proceedings, and straddled his lap. She took his head in both hands and kissed him fiercely on the lips, grinding her belly against his.
Whether it was the sight of Helen or a result of her own ministrations she did not know, but Clare felt Peter’s cock begin to pulse evermore violently. For a moment she thought he was going to come, and wasn’t sure whether to slow her rhythm to help him control himself or to accelerate it to maximise his pleasure. But he made the decision for her, holding her head and making her stop.
‘That’s enough,’ he said, then got to his feet and began stripping off his clothes.
‘I think it’s your turn, Tony,’ Helen giggled. She unbuttoned his shirt then pulled him to his feet, attacking the belt on his trousers until she could pull them, and his briefs, down to his ankles. His cock was also erect.
‘Well, this is the sort of party I like,’ Caitlin said, eyeing both men appreciatively as they finished undressing.
‘Everyone’s got to have a fair share,’ Helen said, taking Tony’s hand and leading him over to Clare. She took hold of his cock and the back of Clare’s head and guided it between her lips.
Clare accepted the cock deep into her throat. He was not circumcised and the foreskin still covered most of his glans, so she pulled back and sealed her lips tightly around it before pushing forward again, peeling it back. She used her tongue to lick the newly exposed ridge at the base of the glans and he moaned with pleasure.
All her doubts and hesitancy melted away. Now the only emotion she felt was her growing sexual excitement and a profound desire to show Dr Hammer that she was prepared to do anything he asked of her. She knew this was one of the tests of her obedience that he’d talked about, and was determined not to falter. As far as she could tell neither Dr Hammer nor Ms Fellowes had reacted in anyway to what was going on. Both sat at the table apparently willing to let events take their course.
Helen’s hand stroked Tony’s almost hairless chest. Clare could see the soft skin of her thighs above the lacy tops of her stockings and the smooth silk that covered her mons. Her hand worked down to his genitals and then disappeared under Clare’s chin to cup his balls. She lifted them and squeezed them, making his cock jerk in Clare’s mouth.
‘Let’s get her on the table,’ Tony said, pulling his cock away.
‘Good idea,’ Helen agreed.
The two pulled Clare to her feet. Helen took hold of the long zip of the dress and pulled it all the way down. The material stuck to her skin and had to be peeled open. Helen wrapped her arms around Clare’s tightly bound arms, pressed her near naked body against her and kissed her passionately on the lips. As Helen wormed her tongue between her lips Clare felt a strong pulse of desire. She wanted to respond in equal measure so she used her tongue to play with Helen’s. As they were the same height their breasts moulded together, and Clare could feel Helen’s hard nipples as well as her own. As she was so inexperienced with women every new embrace produced a whole symphony of unaccustomed feelings, and she undulated her body against the redhead, loving the feel of her soft satiny flesh moving against hers.
‘Mmm… she’s hot,’ Helen purred, breaking away.
‘Let me try,’ Caitlin said, getting up and moving around the table. She dropped to her knees in front of Clare and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, before sucking the flesh at the top of her thigh. Her lips moved round, against her labia, and Clare felt her tongue delving between them. It found her clitoris and teased it, while she lifted her hands behind her. Her fingers buried themselves deep between her buttocks until Clare felt two pushing into her vagina. There was no resistance. She was soaking wet. The fingers explored for a moment while her tongue continued to tease artfully.
‘I don’t know where you find them, Helmut,’ she said, getting to her feet. ‘Really I don’t.’
‘Allow me,’ Helen said, taking her hand and licking her fingers eagerly.
Clare felt Tony unclipping the chain that joined the leather cuffs at her elbows and wrists. As she eased her arms forward and rotated her shoulders to relieve the cramp, he pulled the dress away.
Caitlin pushed the brandy glasses to one side and the four of them held Clare’s body and lifted her onto the middle of the large table. Hidden under the white linen tablecloth thick white ropes had been tied to the substantial wooden legs. While Helen and Tony stretched h
er arms out across the width of the table, the other two secured the ropes to the D-rings in the leather cuffs on her wrists, pulling them so tight her body was pinned down.
Clare felt a strong surge of arousal at this new bondage, and raised her head to look at Dr Hammer sitting at the head of the table. She could see his eyes looking at her, his expression one of detachment and dispassion, like a scientist observing a routine experiment.
Helen unbuckled the cuffs above her elbows. ‘Just to keep everything neat,’ she said. She climbed onto the table by Clare’s side and gripped the thin waistband of her panties, pulling them down Clare’s hips.
Ms Fellowes, in the meantime, had risen and was unzipping Caitlin’s white dress. Clare watched as the dress fell to the floor. Underneath the American wore a short white waspie cinched tightly around her already narrow waist, with suspenders that hooked into slick champagne-coloured stockings. She wore neither panties nor a bra, and her breasts were small but firm.
Helen pulled Clare’s panties from her ankles and tossed them at the American, who caught and lifted them to her nose. ‘Lovely,’ she breathed.
Clare felt her legs being pulled apart so Helen could kneel between them. She leant forward and her tongue delved between Clare’s sex lips, and the first touch of the tip of Helen’s tongue against Clare’s clit caused an explosion of bliss that made the bound girl groan loudly. Then the groan became a diminuendo of moans as the redhead’s tongue circled the little bud, exploring and probing.
‘Get the other ropes,’ Tony said.
Clare looked up to see what they were going to do to her, but with no support for her neck muscles the strain was too great and she could only glimpse Caitlin and Peter grasping her ankles, before she had to lower her head again. They parted her legs wide, like her arms, and then knotted more white rope around her ankles to hold them there. Helen’s tongue immediately took advantage of this new opportunity, dipping down to penetrate Clare’s vulnerable vagina and eagerly lapping at the copious juices seeping onto the white linen tablecloth beneath her buttocks.