Chloe's Contract

by David James

  She returned to Barbara, gently easing the duct tape from her bottom and calling for Sophie to bring her some soothing ointment, which she carefully smoothed into the welts. She then withdrew the phallus and released her ankles and wrists and helped her up.

  ‘I’m sorry, my dear,’ she said, ‘this should never have been allowed to happen without your permission. I have very strict rules and my clients have to come to me of their own free will.’

  He watched as Barbara leant against the sloping side of the horse, clearly exhausted, but she smiled shyly nonetheless. ‘Please don’t apologise.’ Her voice shook with fatigue but she knew what she wanted to say and insisted on saying it. ‘I understand what you say, but I’d not be honest if I said that after the initial shock I wasn’t thrilled to be treated as I was. I’ve fantasised about, um, Chloe, for some months at work, although I never imagined anything like this. I found the pain he... she... inflicted on me, very exciting, and Charles certainly deserves to be strung up like that. I don’t think he’s ever tried to understand what I might want; he’s just been obsessed with himself and what he can’t do.’

  ‘He knows what to do now,’ Mistress replied, ‘and you have Chloe to thank for that.’

  ‘Mmmm...’ she smiled hesitantly, glancing at where Chloe huddled in the corner. ‘Can he... can she finish me off, please?’

  ‘Certainly not. But I can help you, and give Charlene something more to get hard over. It will be my way of making all this up to you.’

  ‘Mm, please,’ she smiled invitingly.

  Chloe suddenly loved that smile and still wanted to be the one to have her. Apart from the ache deep in his groin the experience and hot grip of her slick tunnel had excited him beyond measure, and he wanted to feel his sperm pump into her and feel his cock surrounded by his own sticky spunk.

  Charlene’s cock was still solid and he was obviously in considerable discomfort. He watched hungrily as his wife was helped across the horse again, and Mistress ordered Sophie to fetch a strap-on harness. She stepped elegantly into it and selected a large phallus from her collection, and inserted it through the ring, wriggling her sex against its base until the ten-inch cock was comfortably in position. She moved round to the front of the horse so that Barbara could see it and appreciate its size. She gasped but did not move, apart from flexing her bottom in anticipation.

  Mistress moved back behind, stepped onto the stool, parted the cheeks of Barbara’s beautifully rounded spheres and examined the pink slit and surrounding folds.

  ‘I don’t think we’ll need much of this,’ she said as she squirted lubricant on the base of the phallus, ‘although better be safe than sorry.’

  She pressed the column into Barbara’s cunt with no difficulty, and began the thrusts that would bring her off. It did not take long and her breathing quickly became rapid as the muscles throughout her body tensed in a long climax that was one of the most shattering she’d ever had.

  Mistress spent time moving the thick penis back and around as Barbara grasped its length in her vagina, enjoying a series of further climaxes, then withdrew and turned to Sophie and told her to untie Charlene.

  ‘Come here,’ she ordered, when he was free. ‘A sissy you aren’t so it’s back to Charles, but if you’re not slave material I’m not interested. Now you’ve got what you came for, so you fuck her, and don’t be too gentle; she’ll prefer it if she suffers.’

  Charles stepped onto the stool and immediately buried his cock deep into his wife. She moaned with pleasure as he moved in and out of her. She was beginning to approach another climax when he gave a strangled cry and slipped out of her, his semi-rigid cock flopping against her leg.

  ‘I told you to be rough, Charles,’ said Mistress, handing him her whip.

  He was obviously unused to the concept of pain and sex and handled it gingerly, but as he took a couple of practice swings and heard the lash whistle through the air his cock grew stronger again and he was able to shunt it back home. He swung the whip back and swatted it forward across his wife’s back.

  ‘She could hardly feel that,’ sneered Mistress. ‘She wants to feel that you mean it!’

  He put more into the next strike and she bucked and screamed, and he lashed again and powered his cock deep inside her, his thrusts mounting in intensity and speed. Thick sperm rose from his balls, exploding deep inside his wife’s aching and receptive cunt. She sobbed with pleasure as she writhed against him and then collapsed, exhausted across the horse. He too was shattered and fell on top of her, shaking with the effort before sliding from her, semen dripping from the tip of his cock, both panting heavily as the last throes of their orgasms wracked their bodies.

  ‘You are a miserable worm,’ she snapped at Chloe, when Sophie had led the couple from the room and closed the door behind them. ‘Deceitful, too. What have you to say for yourself?’

  ‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’

  ‘You certainly will be.’ She stood over him and lifted her high-heeled shoe onto his shoulder, so that the pointed heel gauged an angry mark down his flesh towards his nipple. He angled his head so that his cheek rested against the smooth silk of her stocking. He wanted to look up to see the tight film of satin stretched across her crotch, but did not dare.

  She turned her ankle so that the heel dug into his chest and flicked the cane lightly across his back, wondering what would be the best and most appropriate punishment. Lifting her leg she turned smartly on her heel and walked to the wall cupboard. Propped up inside was a black hammock-like bed made from chrome tubing with stretched leather stitched to the sides and ends. It was not flat, but curved so that when lying on it the knees were slightly bent and the torso sloping up. It looked comfortable, but he doubted he would be allowed to enjoy it - and he was right.

  Sophie returned. ‘Take off the cuffs, Sophie, and you, Chloe, lie down on the bed so that your legs are over the edge with your neck resting on the curve near the bottom.’ The lounger was designed to be used with his body the other way round, but he complied, of course.

  ‘Restraints on arms and ankles I think, Sophie.’ Sophie wrapped velcro fabric around his arms, which held them tightly against the chrome frame, and strapped his ankles, pulling them back underneath him towards one of the crossbars. The bindings were simple but held him immobile with his erect penis and aching testicles totally exposed and at her mercy.

  ‘Now, Chloe, you put that lady through what could have been a traumatic experience. More by luck than judgement you were right and it was what she and Charles needed. But you could have been dreadfully wrong, and what would have happened if they’d decided to report the matter? You could have seriously damaged my reputation and my capacity to carry out my activities here.’

  His Mistress began to caress his balls with the looped end of her cane. She carefully hooked the loop around them and began to twist so that the loop gradually tightened around his aching, bursting testicles. His cock strained, the veins standing out in thick cords along its length.

  ‘Now, Sophie, we are going to excite him. You can start by bringing yourself off on Chloe’s face while I tease these balls and this cock.’

  Sophie moved to the foot of the lounger, turned her back to him, and parting her thighs she lowered her sex onto his mouth. Instinctively he parted his lips and put out his tongue to better taste her sweet lusciousness, as he felt his Mistress give the loop another half turn. He bucked as she placed her shoe on his stomach, so that the tip of his cock brushed against the patent leather, and began to drag the fine cords of her lash across his cock.

  Sophie ground her hips down onto his face as his frantic sucking began to excite her. He was in a seventh ecstatic heaven, his balls ready to squirt their seed high into the air, when suddenly Mistress Amanda dragged the cords of her whip sharply back and brought them down viciously across his loins, raising harsh red stripes across his belly and cock from root to tip. He shrieked and tr
ied to roll away from the lash, but her heel dug deeper into his stomach and the tension around his aching balls increased with a further twist of the loop.

  Crack! The lash bit once again across his cock as Sophie ground down onto him, the spasms beginning to work their way through her body as she brought herself to a climax. He could feel the increased flow of juice into his mouth and the rapid contractions of her vagina as he heard her ecstatic scream of release. As she came the lash once again snapped across his cock. He knew he shouldn’t come without permission but the pent up pressure of his sperm and lust could not be denied and he felt the spunk jet into the air and spatter across his chest and stomach. Sophie forced herself wider and lower onto his face, and he drank the fluid of her orgasm as it seeped into his mouth.

  Adoration for Mistress Amanda knew no bounds as he slowly recovered from the amazing experience, but he could tell she was still angry with him.

  ‘You need to learn a great deal more self control, Chloe,’ she said frankly. ‘But for now, Sophie, clean him up and put him away.’ With that she turned on her five-inch heels and strode majestically from the room.

  Sophie obediently and diligently used her tongue to lick him clean, and when she released him from the cot he could barely stand, so crawled wearily to the door that led to a tiny cell with various hooks and rings screwed into the walls and floor. It was too small to do much more than sit.

  Sophie secured him by his ankles and wrists, so that he was held sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. He could move only a little, but despite his discomfort and exhaustion he felt relaxed and fulfilled and fell asleep as Sophie closed the door and he was left in darkness.

  Chapter Eight

  Sophie returned to her Mistress in the sitting room and knelt before her, head bowed.

  ‘On your back with your knees up,’ Mistress Amanda commanded. Sophie obediently turned over and lay on her back with her head facing away from the couch on which her Mistress was relaxing. She drew her knees up to her firm breasts, the nipples already swollen in anticipation, so that her rounded bottom, pink anal opening and her cherry-red slit were opened for her Mistress’s pleasure, whatever that might be.

  Mistress picked up a long pointed cane from beside the couch and flicked it through the air, savouring its weight and flexibility. Sophie’s labia swelled and opened involuntarily and she felt her juices once more begin to flow. Her Mistress seldom enjoyed her in a hurry, knowing that expectation heightened the tension and the pain resulted in increased sensitivity and pleasure for them both. She felt a trickle of juice gather, warm and wet, in the cup of her anus.

  ‘Feet on the floor.’

  Sophie moved her knees away from her breasts, revealing their full roundedness and erect condition of her nipples. Her Mistress picked up the twin of the cane she’d been testing, bending it to ensure it had sufficient flexibility for her purpose, and then with one in each hand she pressed the tips against Sophie’s nipples, digging them into the tender buds, and the supine girl gasped as the sensitive nerves flashed message of pain and excitement direct to her sex and her body responded with a sexual flush. The pink glow enhanced her beauty and vulnerability for her Mistress, who smiled warmly as she witnessed the evidence of her slave’s desire for more pain and pleasure.

  Mistress Amanda released Sophie’s nipples. ‘Knees up, sweet Sophie, we have only just begun,’ she said softly, and the girl lifted her knees again, exposing her sex once more.

  Mistress waited a few moments, noting the glistening beauty of Sophie’s receptive slit for a few moments, before stretching out one of the canes and working its tip into the yielding flesh, teasing her clitoris from its protective hood. The pink flesh filled and expanded as her bud reached out with desire for the stimulation to come. The tip of the cane circled the swelling, sending needle pricks of pain into her core, stimulating the flow of her thickening secretions.

  Transferring the cane to her left hand, Mistress Amanda continued to torment her slave’s clit while she dexterously picked up its twin and eased the tip into her vagina. Sophie’s clit was crying out for the teasing strokes that would bring her off, but she knew such relief would firstly be preceded by the pain and punishment that she also longed for at the hands of the glorious, loving but beautifully cruel woman to whom she owed total allegiance.

  The tips of the canes dug into her, sending spasms of pain through her body. She began to moan and writhe on the floor although she knew she was expected to absorb the pain and be both still and silent. The pressure from the points of the two canes increased as her Mistress artfully used the flexibility of her wrists.

  ‘Stay still, Sophie.’

  The girl froze, her knees pressed tight against her breasts, emphasising the raw pulse in her nipples.

  Mistress Amanda watched the spasms of her stomach muscles as she reacted to the discomfort. She knew she was about climax, so she gradually reduced the pressure in her vagina and on her clit, slowly withdrawing the canes, leaving her exhausted and aching for relief.

  ‘I said you could do what you wanted with Chloe. And I also gave permission for Charles to be stimulated. I did not give permission to allow anyone else to become involved and you should have known better.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress, I’m so sorry.’

  ‘Open your legs, girl. You must be taught a real lesson.’

  Still on her back in front of the couch, Sophie moved her thighs wide apart.

  ‘Not enough for what I have in mind,’ Mistress scolded. ‘Get up and fetch an ankle stretcher.’

  Sophie rose obediently and brought the light metal tube with the ankle straps at each end. She settled back and parted her thighs once again, with a shiver of fear as her Mistress strapped each ankle to the stretcher and her arms were pulled down behind her thighs so that her wrists could be strapped to the bar each side of her ankles. The result was that her feet were dragged back and underneath her, forcing her thighs excruciatingly wide, her spine bowed agonisingly.

  ‘Mmm... you will have to pay for putting me to that trouble. You must practice this position daily, using the stretcher, until you can maintain it naturally.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Sophie replied dutifully.

  Mistress Amanda picked up one of the canes and swatted sharply with it so that hissed though the air. Sophie’s eyes widened with genuine concern. This was new and unexpected, and likely to be very painful.

  Rising from the couch Mistress walked to her head, better able to strike accurately, and leant forward slightly to trace Sophie’s knicker-line between the top of her thigh and her sex lips with the tip of the cane. She moved her body so that the down stroke would be on exactly the same plane as the line she would be drawing parallel with Sophie’s pouting sex. She lifted the cane and brought it swishing down, expertly and accurately raising the straight weal just where she wanted it. Sophie hissed with the pain and tensed, knowing there would swiftly be a parallel stripe on the other side of her sex lips. It was not long in coming and she felt her labia flowering hotly as her juices seeped from her.

  ‘I think there is just space for two more,’ Mistress decided.

  The cane hissed through the air twice more, raising two further welts less than five millimetres from the first pair. Sophie writhed, twisting in agony and drummed her heels on the floor as she tried to cope with the intensity of her suffering.

  ‘There, enough I think,’ her Mistress said softly. ‘We must talk and take some decisions about Chloe.’

  She released her slave, who needed some time to recover before she could stand.

  ‘Now, get your top on and a pair of panties,’ Mistress ordered. ‘Ordinary ones, not French knickers. I want you to be reminded of your punishment and tight elastic against your marks will be just the thing.’

  Sophie went to her room and pulled out a fresh black silk top and a pair of matching panties. She tried to gently ease the k
nickers on and avoid the angry red weals, but it was not possible. However careful she was the elastic crossed the line of fiery pain. She returned, almost hobbling to her Mistress’s sitting room, and gingerly curled up at her feet, laying her head on her silk-stockinged thigh. The scorch between her legs had spread a warmth of contentment through her body, and she had come through another salutary reminder that she must never disappoint her Mistress.

  ‘I knew as soon as I began work on Chloe that she was perfectly suited to become one of my personal group,’ Mistress said. ‘Do you think he will agree to my terms?’

  ‘I’m sure you’re right as to his suitability, Mistress,’ Sophie ventured, ‘but it has only been a few hours. He’s managed well so far but might not have the mental or physical stamina to cope with either his training or the real work at the Abbey. He’s certainly talented...’

  Mistress laughed, and a glow of love for her spread through Sophie.

  ‘She was that good, was she?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress. I’ve never experienced anything like it.’ She felt her Mistress tense beside her. ‘Not like you, of course, Mistress,’ she said hurriedly. ‘I think it was because her technique was so unexpected under the circumstances, and I got carried away.’

  She felt her Mistress relax. ‘What next then?’

  ‘You were gracious enough to give him to me to train, so I’d like to continue, if I may.’

  ‘Yes, but you must have some help.’ She sensed the disappointment and enjoyed the lovely pout from her slave. ‘You’ve shown that you cannot be completely trusted, so I think Audrey should return from the Abbey and spend a few days keeping an eye on you. He can help with clients, too; there are several new ones booked in.’

  ‘Wouldn’t it be better if Fiona helped me?’ Sophie asked cautiously. ‘We could really feminize Chloe and he - sorry, she - might not react so well to another sissy.’

  Mistress pondered this for a moment. ‘You may be right, but Fiona’s own training to Ladyhood is close to completion, and she still has weaknesses that must be overcome if she’s to graduate on time. You were able to persuade her not to punish you when you deserved a thrashing last month, so she needs to be stronger. She’s still not determined enough.’