by John Argus
She gave Gwen a smouldering look before turning and lifting the scarf out of the box. It was too large to be a scarf, Gwen realised, and it had a hole in the centre.
The blonde placed the hole over Gwen’s head and let the material fall down her front and back. It was of black silk, and like the slip dress fell to just below her buttocks, but it was completely open on either side and hung freely. The blonde placed the golden chain around her waist then, tightening it so as to draw in the material. Now it was even shorter, exposing the bottom curve of Gwen’s buttocks.
‘You see that her body is available now without difficulty,’ the older woman said, smiling at Richardson. ‘You need only ease it aside. Also, you will note the small rings set into the belt. If you wish her restrained you need only clip her wrists to it.’
The blonde, standing to one side, ran her tongue slowly along her lower lip.
Richardson looked pleased. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘We’ll take a few of these. Give me six in various colours.’
‘Of course, sir,’ the woman said obsequiously, bowing a little, then she went with him to the counter to sum up the purchases while the blonde undid the chain, placing it carefully into the box. She reached for the hem of the shift and a finger trailed between Gwen’s thighs, then eased a little higher. Gwen started as she felt the finger trace a line against her straining pussy lips, circling the base of the dildo, and stared at the girl, who smiled, a finger gently pushing up against the base of the dildo.
‘D-don’t,’ Gwen whispered, but the mischievous blonde held the dildo and eased several inches out. She looked down, and Gwen instinctively did the same, seeing the black plastic glistening with her juices in the overhead light.
‘You like cocks?’ the girl whispered, then pushed the dildo up, letting her thump stroke across Gwen’s clitoris. Her other hand moved up and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing fully as she leaned in and nibbled the nape of her neck. Gwen’s heart began to pound and she shuddered as the dildo began to ease in and out. She was in such a state of tense arousal that her hips started to grind instinctively and she gripped the blonde’s shoulders, gasping for breath.
Then the blonde pulled back, quickly lifting the flimsy garment off her and turning away as she folded it and put it into the box. Gwen was left on trembling legs, trying to catch her breath.
Richardson and the older woman returned, the woman holding a skirt, a white blouse and a blazer, as well as a pair of flat shoes. Gwen looked at them in surprise, wondering why the total contrast in style compared to what she had spent the day modelling.
‘That will do very nicely,’ Richardson said.
Gwen was grateful to put her own coat on once more. They returned to the car and Paul drove them back towards the penthouse while she tried to calm her conflicting emotions. This, of course, was a forlorn task, as Richardson almost immediately opened her coat once more to display her body to Paul.
‘The naked female form is an object of veneration and worship,’ he said. ‘You should be proud of your fine breasts, your soft skin, your sculpted hips and legs.’
‘But I’m not used to being naked around strangers,’ she protested weakly.
‘Many men have seen you naked, have they not?’ he goaded.
‘Not many,’ she objected. ‘I’ve had lovers but, well, that’s different. What you’re making me do is so… so strange.’
‘It won’t seem strange soon.’
She looked at him curiously. ‘And what was the last outfit for?’ she asked. ‘The skirt and blazer.’
‘You wondered, did you?’ he mused.
She nodded.
‘It’s a present for your father,’ he said. ‘When you go back to him that’s the way you’ll be dressing. I thought I’d buy your first outfit.’
Gwen pouted, then looked down at her nudity. ‘I wouldn’t be caught dead in an outfit like that,’ she muttered.
‘You’ll be an obedient girl, just as you’re now my obedient little slut,’ he stated firmly, and then turned to the driver. ‘Paul, stop here,’ he ordered.
The limousine pulled over to the kerb and Gwen looked at Richardson uncertainly. He opened the door and got out, then held his arm in for her. She closed her coat and climbed out beside him, just outside the garage entrance to his apartment building. He smiled and reached for the buttons of her coat.
‘Please, I’ll be arrested,’ she gasped.
He chuckled. ‘Nonsense.’ Gwen tried to hold the coat tightly but he forced it open, then pushed it back over her shoulders, pulled it off, and tossed it into the back of the car. Then he slammed the door and the Cadillac pulled away.
The street was brightly lit and the traffic was almost continuous in both directions. She froze, gripped by shock, her mind in turmoil as Richardson took her wrist and turned her to face the passing vehicles. ‘We won’t go in until you straighten up and put your arms down,’ he said sternly.
‘Please,’ she begged, utterly mortified, the cold biting into her flesh.
‘Sir.’
‘Please, sir!’
‘If you prolong this through disobedience the police may well turn up, and then just imagine the adverse publicity you’ll get. I’ll be gone before they get here, but you’ll have to face the consequences of your stubbornness.’
Gwen knew it was hopeless and stopped resisting, her heart pounding and face scarlet as she dropped her hands to her sides and stood with a straight back, watching the traffic flood past, doing anything to end the ordeal quickly. She was naked on a busy street corner in the middle of New York City. Nothing had ever prepared her for anything remotely similar to such a trial. It was cold, but her goosebumps had little to do with the temperature. She could see faces staring at her, could see shock and amazement as they stared.
At last Richardson took her hand then slowly turned her and walked into the garage. Thankfully it was deserted. His key opened the inner gate, and they were soon in the warm lift and on the way up to the relative sanctuary of his apartment.
‘Interesting experience?’ he asked lightly. ‘You’ll have to learn that obedience is the first rule for every servant,’ he went on. ‘I don’t want you continually questioning my orders and trying to resist them.’
‘I – I’m sorry, sir,’ she whispered, feeling genuinely humbled.
‘You lack discipline,’ he said. ‘You need to learn it quickly.’
Gwen nodded, her mind still frozen with the shocked embarrassment and strange excitement of being naked on a busy street. He held her hand as they exited the lift and headed along the hall. She knew where they were going, and felt a new stirring of excitement mixed with alarm. She could, of course, simply refuse whatever he intended, and comforted herself with that thought even as they entered the room and her eyes were caught by the chains dangling overhead.
He placed two thick leather restraints around her wrists, and then clipped them together behind her back by means of the simple rings that adorned them. ‘Here,’ he ordered.
It was an A-shaped steel frame with a roll of padding over the middle crossbar. Richardson pressed her against it, spreading her legs until they were against the frame’s legs, then strapping them tightly in place at ankles, knees and thighs, and being so tightly, irrevocably bound was causing her insides to flutter and stir.
He pushed on her back and she bent forward across the padded crossbar, feeling it press into her lower belly. She felt utterly exposed to him, and this increased her sensation of wickedness.
He pushed her down until she was bent right forward, and then she was surprised to feel his fingers combing her hair back and gathering it together at the top of her head. He wound it in a long loose braid, and then tugged it upwards, forcing her to lift her head until she was looking forward. Somehow he tied her long tresses up, probably to the top of the A-frame. She could not tur
n her head to look due to the pull. Still, she did not protest. A dark hunger was growing inside her, and she knew she was already wet. Her stomach was fluttering and her chest was tight with anxiety as she wondered what he would do to her, but neither could affect the already intense arousal blurring her thoughts.
‘Ow…’ she squealed as a clip was snapped onto her erect left nipple, and she winced and moaned as she waited for her body to get used to the sensation. A moment later a second clip joined it on her other nipple. She could not look down, but as he snapped whatever the clips were attached to in place she failed to sense the kind of swinging she had felt with the weights he used before. Instead she felt a solid hold.
She tried to straighten up a little and her nipples ached much more harshly. She was breathless with anticipation, anxious despite her arousal, yet determined to take whatever punishment he delivered.
A low buzzing sound startled her and for a moment raised her anxieties, then she felt the push of something hard against her sex, and the vibrations that ran through her body immediately told her what it was. She had never felt a vibrator, and for long moments her arousal and unease were set aside as she attempted to analyse the sensations. At first the vibrations were actually mildly unpleasant, too severe, too strong as he ran the thing near her clitoris. As he continued, however, her sex began to throb in sympathy with the device, and her clitoris in particular began to thrum with delight. She found her breathing growing faster and faster, her insides heaving as her belly glowed with warmth. And then she groaned. He had, without warning, penetrated her with the device; thrust it firmly in one smooth stroke deep into her body.
The thing was long enough that the buzzing tip rested almost against her cervix, and her entire body was trembling lightly in tandem to its powerful vibrations. He moved alongside her, reaching down to give one of her breasts a squeeze that sent an aching heat flooding up into her chest. Then he lifted a small mirror onto a table and placed the table just to the right of her head, angling it to catch the wall across from her. A moment later he positioned the large mirror she had watched herself in that very morning, placing it so that it caught her from the side, in profile.
She shuddered to see herself, a deep aching throb echoing up from her groin, through her belly and up to her chest. Then she saw him holding a long leather belt in one hand, raising his arm in the air. She watched it, dazed; watched his arm draw back further, and then whip forward. In the mirror the belt swung through the air and landed directly across her upraised bottom.
Crack!
She cried out at the sharp lash of pain that snapped through her. Her body jerked against the powerful bonds holding her legs in place, and she felt the tight pressure of the straps digging into her flesh, especially those locked tightly around her thighs.
Again he brought the belt down and again she cried out, her vaginal muscles squeezing powerfully around the vibrator inside her, and she felt a sharp tug on her hair as her head jerked forward.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The pain began to mount, and she knew a moment of near panic as her buttocks began to heat, then a flood of wicked desire threw the pain back, or joined with it to make the two sensations one. The strap landed again and she felt a small explosion of joy deep in her trembling groin. Another blow landed, and another, as she moaned and gasped and squeezed her muscles around the vibrator.
Through blurred eyes she saw him stop, go to the wall and replace the strap, then take down a long thin riding crop and move once more into position behind her.
She groaned aloud, and then clenched her jaws as the crop cut down. It made a swishing sound as it cut through the air, then bit into her flank with a painful stab that made her cry out once more.
The pain mounted and sweat coated her body, making her skin glisten in the golden light filling the room. Her eyes were filled with tears as another blow landed, and then another. Fire gripped her bottom, burning through her body and mind as more blows landed. And yet even through the pain the pleasure continued to grow, continued to spread its grip upon her.
She saw him turn the crop, sliding it between her tightly bound thighs. She felt it caress her skin, then snap upwards. The tip caught her clitoris, making her scream, and then he slid it back roughly so it clawed along her furrow. Immediately he thrust it forward again, sawing the edge of it back and forth along her naked slit, grinding the tip across her engorged clitoris with merciless force.
The pleasure and pain wound together once more, twisting and spiralling until she thought she would scream. The climax exploded and she cried out, shuddering and pulling at her bonds, her bottom instinctively trying to thrust back as her pleasure soared.
Her pussy spasmed around the invading vibrator, and her breasts ached as her jerking body pulled against the clamps locked to them. The sensations assaulted her from all directions and she gurgled mindlessly, the air escaping her lungs as she trembled and shook.
Gwen came out of it slowly. She raised her head weakly and groaned as his body blocked her view. He had undressed, and his erection was inches from her face, but she barely had time to note it before he pushed forward and thrust into her mouth. She sucked instinctively, and then began to caress the underside of the head with her tongue. Her bottom hurt but she focused her attention on his cock as he pumped possessively in and out. Her cheeks drew inward as she applied herself and he began to thrust with deeper strokes, using her mouth as he did her pussy.
He reached down and squeezed her breasts. Then he chuckled and his hands moved along her back, caressing the soft skin and then cupping her bottom. She felt a new surge of pain as his hands traced the welts of her beating. One hand moved away, the other stroked directly between the cleft of her buttocks, lightly fingering her anal opening. She felt his finger slowly pushing into her and mumbled a protest around his pumping cock. The finger eased deeper, exploring as it slowly squirmed and sank into her.
‘Have you ever been fucked in the ass?’ he asked casually.
Shock tightened her chest as his crude words sank into her mind. She never had, fearing it would hurt, or at least be particularly unpleasant and somewhat degrading. The very notion had always repulsed her. She simply could not let him do that.
And yet her feelings, she realised, were something of a reflex. If she let him bugger her it would certainly not influence his opinions of her; she was a mere sexual toy to him anyway – nothing more.
He pulled out of her mouth and rubbed the wet head of his organ back and forth over her face. ‘Have you ever been fucked in the ass?’ he demanded again, his abrupt crudity hitting her like a physical slap.
‘N-no, sir,’ she gasped, her voice quavering.
‘Think you’re too good for it, do you?’ he sneered.
‘Yes, sir,’ she admitted without thinking.
His finger continued to twist within her bottom, and he added a second as he pushed his hips forward once more. She took him into her mouth again, gagging slightly as he pushed deep.
‘There are so many things for you to learn, my little English slut,’ he mused, then pulled out and moved behind her and removed the vibrator. She groaned as he began to roll the slick head along her furrow and over her clitoris, and then she stiffened as she felt something other than a finger pressing against her anus.
‘No… don’t… not there…’ she moaned, and then slumped in her bonds as she gazed mistily at her image in the mirror and shuddered at the sight of his gnarled cock spearing from the dark shadows of his groin, sinking slowly, inexorably, into that very private passage.
The head forced past her tight ring of muscle with more ease than she imagined it would, and he began to pump gently in and out, easing it deeper and deeper as his hands clamped her hips.
‘Please,’ she gasped.
He covered her back and squeezed her breasts possessively, his fingers tugging at the nip
ple clamps, cruelly tormenting the distended buds.
‘Ooohhh…’ she groaned as he pushed particularly deep, her head spinning with conflicting emotions. He was using her steadily, dispassionately, pleasing himself without thought for her. She could feel his testicles slapping against her tender sex lips as he drove fully into her each time, and the coarse hairs of his groin and lower belly as he ground against her sore buttocks.
‘Lovely and tight,’ he grunted hoarsely, his excitement evident. He picked up speed, and then abruptly gave several furious thrusts and came inside her. She sighed, partly with relief, partly with disappointment, and he pulled slowly back and out.
Chapter 6
The vibrator was still buried inside her, and the sight of her bound to the apparatus continued to arouse as she looked into the mirror. Her anus felt empty and her buttocks flamed. Her pussy was on fire as well, and she worked her muscles weakly against the buzzing sex toy as she waited for him to return.
He was away for some time and her frustration mounted. She could not quite bring herself off as she was. But the vibrator and her own bound position kept her in a state of arousal. Her head was starting to ache too, for having it raised for so long was extremely tiring, and she had for some time been forced to let at least some of the weight be held by her bound hair.
Gwen heard his footsteps at last, and winced as she tried to turn her head to see him.
‘Getting bored without me, slut?’ he asked.
‘No, sir,’ she said weakly.
‘Oh? Perhaps you want more time to reflect on things?’
‘No, sir,’ she protested, ‘that’s not what I meant.’
He untied her hair and her head fell heavily, her hair spilling around her face. Then he released her legs, one strap at a time, and finally he removed the vibrator and freed her wrists.
She swayed unsteadily as he pulled her upright and supported her until feeling returned to her legs. He then turned her and pulled her wrists back behind her, clipping the restraints in place there. A collar slipped around her throat and a leash was snapped to the front. Then he led her out of the room and back along the hall to one of the smaller sitting rooms. He knelt her before a large leather armchair and ordered her to sit back on her heels and spread her knees wide before sitting in front of her.