“Yes, and thank you, Priss. You’ve been very helpful. You can go back to work.” His tone was curt and dismissive, but Priscilla seemed anxious to leave the room and so she did.
“Well, Meri, there you have it. Did Priscilla say anything that you do not agree with?”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Then you know your orders.”
Although she was anxious to object, but she didn’t know quite how. Then Eric interrupted her train of thought.
“What I don’t think you know, or appreciate, is that your husband and I are old friends. Our friendship is nearly as old as Alain’s is with Lawrence. I’m well aware of how your husband trains his submissives, what he expects, how he thinks, his attitudes, even his favorite fetishes. I have no intention of going beyond the boundaries that Priscilla has just described, but I do intend to take charge of this household, including you. I expect you to submit just as I’m sure Alain would expect you to under the circumstances. I’m sure you would not want to disappoint him by defying the natural order here. He gave you to the master of Underhill House, and today that master is me. If you have anything else to say, I’d suggest that you say it because I intend to move along from here with a little object lesson in discipline.”
Meri trembled. Her mind was in a frightful stew. Eric Ravenly’s words were so persuasive, his behavior overtaking her objections with ease. He brushed off her own attempts to take charge of her personal status and put her in a place of submission to him with frightening ease. To know that the man was friends with her husband; that seemed to be the final claim to win his advantage.
“I-I have nothing else to say, sir.”
He nodded, his eyes connecting with hers for a good long while. His imperious stare drove that final claim all the way to her heart and sealed it there. “Get up now and take off your clothes.”
“What!” she barely spoke above a whisper.
“An object lesson in discipline. And you’re the object with whom I choose to make my demonstration.”
Suddenly a thousand objections broke free in her mind, but she wasn’t able to voice even one. Her hesitation cost her.
“Hum…” he glanced back at the others. “It seems that our little house sub here would like a few hours in a cell. You want to add more time to that?” he asked, turning back to her. “If not, take your clothes off now.”
It seemed that her body reacted to the order before her mind did. She jumped from the chair and worked quickly to remove her clothes. She stopped once she laid her dress aside, but Eric nodded for her to continue so she removed the corset too. Apparently he didn’t have the same corset fetish his uncle did. Stripped of everything but the chastity belt, she found herself naked before the four new houseguests and Nelle, self-conscious of her diminished position and nearly in tears.
“What’s this?” Eric mocked her. “Tears? Is that good sub behavior? Do they suggest that you feel shame? And is shame even worthy of a submissive? It would seem that poor Alain has a ways to go in training his wife.” Her tears burned all the more. Eric paced around her, winding her stomach in an angry knot with each revolution he made. “And I see that we’re not done stripping you. Roger, please,” he motioned to his friend. “Undo the chastity belt for me. I want to see what this woman has to offer, all of it.”
Roger came forward and took the key that Eric dangled before him.
“I do like the rings,” Eric said, teasing each of her nipple rings with a finger. When he gave each a good tug, Meri winced.
With the chastity belt stripped away, Eric could see her nether piercings too. “Are those more rings, Meri?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Show me. Use your fingers. Open your pussy wide so I can see.” He stepped back for a better view.
Meri’s fingers opened her outer labia wide to reveal the hidden rings. It had seemed like months, not days, since she touched herself in that private place and while the sensation was welcomed, the searing eyes of Eric Ravenly were not.
“Yes, that is very nice. Nice to torture. I’ll have to keep that in mind. Now, over the bar.”
He pointed to the punishment bar on the far side of the room. There were actually two bars, one that would cut across the crotch and a second lower one for the hands to grab hold of while a punishment was being delivered. Meri obeyed without question now, only wishing to get the ordeal over with. It did not help that her pussy was throbbing hotly and in need, and that in the back of her mind the only thought she could entertain was one of Eric Ravenly thrusting his organ in that throbbing cavern. She screamed internally to stop the feeling from overtaking her, but her efforts were not effective until she felt the sudden, searing snap of a leather tawse striking her ass. Again and again the vile thing smacked against her rear. It felt as if it were tearing her skin apart. Meri did her best to remain stoic but all was lost when he came down in a fast repeated cadence that not only had her dancing on tiptoe, but had her pleading with him to end it.
When the punishment was finally over, Eric pulled her off the bar himself and brusquely led her from the room to a punishment closet, where he intended to shove her inside. Before he did so, he scowled evilly. “Cuffs please!” he called out. Roger arrived a moment later with a pair of handcuffs.
“We can’t have you getting off, can we?” He pulled Meri’s hands behind her back and snapped the cuffs on her wrists, making it impossible for her to reach her pussy. She was then shoved into a closet, very much like the one beneath the stairs at home. Could he have known how she hated being sentenced to closet time? Or was it just a lucky guess?
By then, however, her heart was racing so fast, her body so on edge, and her thoughts in such a jumble that she was actually glad to be all by herself, utterly alone in the dark. Any distance she could put between herself and Eric Ravenly was welcome. She had to think. She had to clear her head. And she had to stop her body from betraying its vulgar passions.
***
It became Lola’s task to remove Meri from the closet. After the woman opened the door, she stood at the entrance with her arms crossed over her chest, a cunning smirk across her lips.
“I can’t wait to get a piece of you myself.” She stared down while Meri stared up at her. The light in the house was dim, nothing more than flickering candlelight since the sun went down, which made the woman almost glow evilly, “But you’re free for the moment.” She thrust the corset and dress in Meri’s face. “You’d better get dressed. Master Ravenly wants dinner served in no more than an hour. It’s up to you and Nelle to get it ready.”
Seeing Priscilla in the kitchen preparing a plate of food for Lawrence, Meri descended on her angrily.
“Why did you give me up that way? You didn’t have to tell Mr. Ravenly what you knew about my stay here.”
“I’m sorry, Meri,” the flustered woman came right back. “I couldn’t help it…I had to consider him the master of the house, or my complicity with you would have been mutiny. I can’t afford a breach with my master should that have angered him. I’m sorry, but I think if you let go whatever is holding you back, you’ll have a decent time with Eric. He can certainly wrap a submissive’s mind in mystery, and isn’t that exactly what we love?”
“It just feel so unfaithful.”
“You felt that way with Lawrence?”
“No, not really.”
Priscilla looked at her strangely. “Then, you’d better check whatever it is that you’re feeling for Eric. He should be no different than Mr. Underhill to you.”
Her keen observation was pointed enough to sting right where it hurt most.
“I guess you’re right,” Meri said, then she watched the woman leave.
***
The dinner was not half as bad as it might have been…sandwiches were easy enough to fix in the dark, and at least the task kept her busy.
Afterwards, she wanted only to go to bed and be alone again. All through dinner Meri had the feeling that Eric was going to zero in on Nelle and leave
her be. This was good news. Once the dinner table was cleared and the kitchen was reasonably clean, she took off for the upstairs of the house, with plans for spending the rest of the evening in her room.
She took a moment to peer out of the upstairs’ window and search the inky darkness for some sign of light. There was just a small glimmer of one in the tiny house below. Mick Dawson’s, she guessed.
“Aha! I found you!” Eric’s voice leapt out at her from the darkness of the upstairs hall. The sudden shock made her body jump with fright. Although she recognized his voice, the sound of it had changed once again. Not the jovial interloper of the night before, or the austere dominant of the afternoon, but a voice more alluring and seductive that played with her mind, making every nerve in her come alive.
Meri tried to turn around after the panic passed, but she found Eric Ravenly standing too close for her to move. And his hand was on her ass, first drawing the hem of her dress up then fishing his way into the sensitive area between her thighs.
“I had forgotten that you need a little release before you go to bed,” he practically purred.
“That’s really okay, sir. I’m just fine.”
“Are you?” His lips were at her ear, so very close, his body so intensely erotic. “I have the chastity belt here, but I thought I’d bring you off before I put it on.”
“No, sir, you don’t have to.”
He suddenly gave her sore ass a firm smack. “It’s not your call to make, Mrs. Danvers. Seems that my little demonstration in the library should have taught you that much.”
“Yes, sir.”
The more he played with her, the more her body heat roared to life. Unbidden desire leapt to the surface. Soon, she was undulating against his hand, shamefully revealing her desire.
“No, please!” she tried to wrench away when she realized what she was doing.
He smacked her ass again, and pulled in even tighter. “No, Meri, you’re going to come like this. Right here. I’ve said so and my word is law.”
The feel of his hand was too sensuous, too welcomed for her to protest again. Had it been Lawrence Underhill, she would not have warred with her emotions. She would have accepted the pleasure and let her body succumb to the lovely feelings. But this man was very different from Lawrence Underhill.
“Oh, dear,” she finally sighed, falling back into the man’s hard chest, realizing only then that his cock was hard, that it was throbbing against her ass, transmitting his body heat into her body and turning a simple release into something so much more. He kissed her neck and ran his tongue along her throat. Her only thought was how much she wanted that hard erection banging at the doorway of her pussy. “Oh, please!” she nearly begged. She needed more than just his hand. He teased her clitoris and gently pulled the labia rings, sending spasms through her entire belly. “Please…” A protest or plea? She couldn’t be sure which.
“Please what? Mrs. Danvers,” Eric whispered in her ear. She heard the distinctive zzzrrrrppppp of his zipper going down.
Her body instantly seized up. “NO!” The shock of her objection sent him reeling back and she turned around. “You can’t have me like that. Punish me all you want, but it’s wrong and if you know Alain, you know it’s wrong.”
He was still too close for her to feel safe and she tried to shove him further back.
“My, you are an amazing woman,” still the voice of his arousal speaking, though behind it, she heard his annoyance surface. “I won’t fuck you now, but don’t think that I don’t know what you were feeling, what you’re still feeling, Mrs. Danvers.” He liked throwing her married status in her face. “I’ve known too many subs not to recognize true arousal, not to know their thoughts. I can peer inside their minds and read them like a book, and yours is just not that difficult. Too bad,” he sighed. “You could have gotten off in grand style, now you’ll have to suffer through the night and hope that I might give you an opportunity again.”
“I’d rather suffer, sir, than do anything to harm my relationship with Alain. You may have the power to ignite a woman who is already at the edge of sexual arousal, but I have no intention of giving into a man who is not the one I’m married to.”
He appraised her with a raised eyebrow and a swarthy smirk. “Oh, you think you have your desires in check, but I wouldn’t be so smug. There’s a lot here that you have not yet seen or experienced. And I’m still the one in control.”
That said, he closed the chastity belt around her crotch and set the lock.
Chapter Sixteen
A Night in the Dungeon
The following day, the weather conditions had changed with the storm finally beginning to abate. But there was no good news on their access to the outside world, or Lawrence’s condition. Both remained the same. That afternoon, when Eric was holding court in the library, he called Meri down to join them. While the others had chattered amongst themselves and played games in the library during the afternoon, Meri had stayed in her bedroom and read. It had been her plan to stay as far away from Eric Ravenly as possible.
However, having been summoned to the library, she felt obliged to obey, even though she worried that Eric might challenge her again. As much as her mind was determined not to let him win, she felt weak in his presence, increasingly weakened each time she saw him. Between the memory of the assault the night before, and the wicked chastity belt, her sexual feelings were running so high that she could barely stand herself. If only he’d just teased her pussy until she’d come and not demanded intercourse.
“Meri, how nice to see you!” Eric declared when she entered the library. The same jovial man from that first night appeared with a sunny grin that could only have her wondering what would happen next.
“You summoned me,” she reminded him.
“I did. You belong here with us, whether you think so or not. How about a glass of wine? It will soothe your nerves. You’ve been much too stressed, and I should have realized that yesterday.” He graciously handed her a glass of rich merlot, then turned for a playful banter with Nelle. As before, he focused on the trainee, which was a welcome circumstance for Meri. While she drank her wine, Meri watched Eric interrogate the trembling Nelle about her desire for pain. He made her recount in detail the sessions she had with all the men who’d previously beaten her.
While the others in the room found Eric’s playful dialogue fascinating, Meri could only see the distress in the poor girl’s eyes, and the red blush rising on her cheeks. With the intimate details of her fetish described for all to envision, the girl dreaded each probing question. Meri’s heart bled for Nelle, but she had her own problems to deal with. Remaining on the sidelines, she did her best to blend in with the woodwork and keep the focus off of her.
As soon as she finished her wine, however, Eric’s radar got wind of the fact and he abruptly turned around. “Mrs. Danvers,” his eyes gleamed, hooded and sexual and fraught with desire, “I want you to go downstairs to the trunk room and bring me back the Roissy dresses. You know which ones those are?”
“Yes, sir, I do,” Meri said weakly. Without objection, she hastily made her retreat. She’d have been a fool not to know what he had in mind. Things could be worse, she supposed. He could demand she and Nelle run around naked. The Roissy dresses would hardly be as revealing. What worried her most were the dresses themselves and their effect on her. As soon as she’d seen them, she’d secretly fantasized about wearing one of the daunting gowns as a demonstration of her submission. She’d imagined what fun it would be to serve her husband dinner with her breasts blatantly on view. She could imagine his playful response and the wicked sex that would follow. She even found some delight in the thought of serving dinner to Lawrence Underhill, and the witty commentary that would entertain his guests. But to wear the dress for Eric Ravenly, that was a completely different matter.
Dinner was served an hour later with the submissives Nelle, Rose and Meri each locked into one of the Roissy gowns, each with breasts rudely bared, the trio making
a stunning statement of erotic beauty as they moved gracefully about the dining room. All three shuddered with embarrassment when they first appeared to the small audience of Lola, Roger and Eric, but as the evening wore on and the wine flowed, the submissives’ embarrassment seemed to subside, and the eroticism of their submission took hold.
Meri thought it was a little crude that a full-fledged party was going on in the midst of Lawrence Underhill’s grave illness – which in itself was so secretive. She hardly saw Priscilla and when she did, the previously friendly woman was nothing like the one she served with prior to Lawrence’s relapse and Eric’s arrival. And now, under these unfortunate circumstances, Eric intended to have a raucous night of sexual play. Meri could do nothing but submit as the other women did and hope that she could hold off Eric Ravenly’s advances. Once again, he’d focused his attentions on Nelle, as if that would throw her off. But she’d be foolish to think that he was no longer interested in making her another one of his conquests. Men like Eric had no problem moving from sub to sub and taking as much as they could from each, only to go back and start all over again.
While Eric’s attention was on the trainee, Lola seemed to have her eyes on Meri. All during dinner, the woman appeared to be seducing her. Telling glances, devious smiles, a hand intimately placed on her thigh or ass when Meri was serving Lola food or drink. Once Lola finished eating, she rose from her chair and stood behind Meri who was then seated at the table eating her own meal. Reaching down, Lola began to fondle Meri’s bared breasts in an obvious display of her intentions.
“I really think we should do something about these, don’t you Eric?” she queried her friends. Meri blushed hot from the way the woman tugged at her nipple rings. But she said nothing. The woman was breathing on her neck, running her tongue about her ear, knowing intuitively that stimulating these erogenous zones would have Meri’s cunt creaming.
For a moment, Eric considered Lola’s suggestion, then he came up with an inspired plan, “Perhaps we should have a contest. See which instrument of torture makes the biggest show on a submissive’s tits. Crop, cane, flogger, paddle? We can each choose our weapon, inflict the damage and compare the results.”
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