by G. C. Scott
Abruptly she stood up and arranged Victoria so that she was lying straight on the bed. Then she straddled her bound legs and lowered herself on to the black rubber shaft that jutted up from the supine woman. She guided it into herself, feeling it slide easily, until it was fully home and her own mons veneris was pressed against Victoria’s. Harriet cradled Victoria’s head, twisting her hands into the thick dark hair as she began a slow rocking movement that moved the single dildo inside her as it stirred those inside Victoria. She looked down into Victoria’s flushed face, so close to her own that she could feel her breath as a warm cloud around her head. She lowered herself, crushing her breasts against Victoria’s forearms, until she could close her mouth over the other woman’s lips. She kissed Victoria, beginning gently but quickly becoming rougher, thrusting her tongue into the open mouth below her.
Victoria returned the ardour. Her hands, confined between them by the collar and the ropes, held Harriet’s face, the fingers tight against her cheeks as they breathed into one another. Harriet continued the rocking movement with her hips, thrusting herself up and down as she moved them both. Victoria was held helpless by the weight on her and by her bonds. She could only lie there while Harriet continued her thrusting.
Harriet surprised herself by coming almost at once, long before Victoria was ready. She felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal muscles and crushed herself against Victoria, her hips pumping furiously and her heart pounding. The pleasure spread itself out in a wave across her taut stomach muscles and down her thighs. If her mouth had been free she would have cried out. Instead she pushed it harder against Victoria’s lips, bringing a whimper of pain and surprise from the woman below her.
But Victoria never let go of her fingertip hold on Harriet, urging her on. ‘Come. Come now. Yes. That’s the way. Yes!’ Victoria spoke the words in a barely intelligible mumble against Harriet’s mouth, almost speaking into her. When Harriet reared up in her pleasure, moving her face slightly away, Victoria was able to encourage her more readily. ‘Oh yes! Come! Come! Don’t hold anything back.’ And then her own orgasm began as she was speaking, so that she was almost shrieking with the pleasure of it. ‘Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Yesssssss! Oh God, yessss!’
Harriet lowered her head once more, resting it against Victoria’s shoulder so that both women could breathe more freely. She continued her rocking and thrusting and felt Victoria thrashing beneath her as she strove for another and yet another peak. Harriet felt as if she were riding a bucking horse. And then it was as if a volcano had erupted between her thighs as she began a second series of orgasms. After that she lost count. They might have been locked together on that bed for hours, driving one another to a fine distraction. They caught fire from one another, each one spurred by the other’s cries and groans.
Some indeterminate time later, Harriet found herself in the bed, holding Victoria against her as the sweat dried on their bodies, cooling them. They were still joined by the dildo inside her and she didn’t want to move. It felt so good just to lie there, penetrated and relaxed. But she was conscious of her weight pressing Victoria into the bed. Harriet managed to get her arms around Victoria’s shoulders and waist so that she could roll them over and give Victoria some respite. She worked the lower part of her legs under Victoria’s and locked her ankles behind them. Then she heaved them over so that Victoria was lying on top. Harriet held Victoria against her with an arm around her waist and a hand at the back of her neck. She spread her legs and felt the dildo slide more deeply in. She sighed with satisfaction, and in that position they both drowsed off.
When she woke it was as if no time had passed. By design there were no clocks anywhere in the cellar, because Harriet wanted the time her clients spent there to be timeless. No clock watching; nothing to remind them that in the real world time was passing. Harriet woke with the roughness of Victoria’s ropes pressing against her breasts. It wasn’t a painful sensation. Exciting rather, reminding her of what they had done. Victoria’s arms were between them, held tightly at her neck by the short tether. Harriet’s arms were still around the other woman, and she was abruptly conscious of the dildo that still joined them. She smiled in recollection of their sexual encounter and shifted slightly, experimentally, on the shaft inside her. She stroked the back of Victoria’s neck with one hand, rubbing her gently from her shoulders to the nape of the neck under the dark hair. Victoria stirred sleepily against her, breathing softly and evenly. Victoria’s skin felt like velvet beneath her hands, and her weight pressed softly against her body.
Harriet had no desire to get up and break their union. There was no reason to go anywhere and several reasons to stay where she was. And so she drifted back to sleep with Victoria lying on top of her and the black rubber shaft buried inside her. She had no further trouble with dreams of sexual penetration.
Though there was no way to be sure without a clock, it must have been morning when Harriet gently woke Victoria. When her eyes opened, she looked down at Harriet uncomprehendingly for a moment, then she gave a little wriggle of pleasure as she remembered where she was and what they had been doing. The wriggle caused the dildoes to shift in a most agreeable way. She smiled at Harriet, and gave another little wriggle that set off pleasant internal vibrations. She looked questioningly at Harriet, as if asking her if she was interested.
Harriet was, although she had not known that a moment ago. In the past Victoria’s initiation of a sexual encounter would have been unthinkable. But then Harriet had never before joined in the frolics she conducted either. Bound as she was, Victoria was at a disadvantage. She wriggled some more, but it was obvious that Harriet would have to do most of the moving for them both.
Harriet embraced Victoria, one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, holding her tightly to prevent her from slipping off. Then she began to thrust with her hips, slowly at first, enjoying the slide of the shaft inside her, rocking gently at the same time to make the dildoes move for both of them. Victoria ground her breasts against Harriet’s, driving the little spikes in her brassiere against her nipples. She moaned softly, already aroused by the added stimulus of pain. Harriet didn’t have that additional spur. She had to go the long way round, and she had to overcome the long habit of restraint, but there was plenty of time to get there.
Harriet felt the first faint stirring of pleasure as Victoria reached her first big peak. She found herself having to hang on to the other woman as she bucked and shuddered. Victoria was flushed and panting, making little moaning sounds as she came. Harriet wondered briefly how many orgasms Victoria was capable of having in one day. Victoria was neither counting nor worrying. Since she was a long way from losing control herself, Harriet was able to concentrate on driving Victoria to orgasm. She moved her arm from Victoria’s waist to her bottom, spreading her cheeks and probing for the dildo in her anus. When she touched it, Harriet began to move it in and out as far as the strap allowed. Victoria’s eyes widened when she realised what was being done to her. ‘Oh!’ she said, then, louder, ‘Ohhhh!’ Not very original, Harriet thought, but the message was clear. ‘Ohhh! Godddd!’ Then Victoria was over the edge again, thrashing and crying aloud as her next climax arrived.
Harriet’s legs were spread so that Victoria, whose legs were bound at knees and ankles, could lie between them. Now Harriet lifted her legs on top of Victoria’s and crossed her ankles behind Victoria’s calves, locking them together as Victoria climaxed. When she tightened her muscles to pin Victoria’s legs with her own, Harriet opened herself wider, and the rubber shaft slid fully into her. That brought Victoria’s pubic bones against her own, rubbing against her clitoris and sparking the first rippling climax in her belly. Harriet continued to thrust with her hips and to hold Victoria’s breasts in the tormenting leather bra against her own.
Now that she was being stimulated at breasts, vagina and anus Victoria lost all control. Her cries rose in pitch, becoming more urgent. She seemed to be climaxing steadily. Or it may have been a single long one.
She was past caring, thrashing and moaning in Harriet’s embrace. And her excitement was contagious. Harriet, who had always prided herself on her aloofness, found herself straining to match Victoria’s eager climaxes. She didn’t know at what point she went over the edge, but there was no mistaking the hot flash of pleasure that preceded her own tearing, wrenching release.
In the midst of her latest climax, Victoria abruptly lost control of her bladder, the ensuing golden shower coinciding neatly with her own orgasm as well as Harriet’s. She was largely oblivious to it, and Harriet also ignored the rivulets that ran down her legs and soaked into the mattress. She held Victoria’s shuddering body tightly against her own as she gasped out her own pleasure.
Only after they were both spent did she remark on the flood. ‘My, that was a surprise.’
Victoria blushed and started to stammer an apology.
Harriet silenced her with a finger on her lips. ‘I take it as a compliment. No one has ever pissed all over me at the moment of truth. If actions do indeed speak louder than words, then that was the equivalent of a shout.’ She smiled up at Victoria, who had gone red-faced with embarrassment for having had such a childish accident. ‘I only hope you have as much fun cleaning it all up as you did in making it. I understand how some people would pay money for the experience, so long as it comes with such a super climax.’
Victoria seemed reassured by Harriet’s light treatment of the accident. She essayed a ghostly smile.
‘I hate to break up the cosy position, but unless I get to the toilet very soon we’ll both take another golden shower,’ Harriet said with a smile of her own. She unwrapped her legs from Victoria’s and helped the other woman to roll off and lie on the bed. When she had extricated herself, she got up and made her way to the bathroom in the cellar. Victoria lay bound in the sodden bed while Harriet took care of her own urgent need for a pee. Then she returned to the bedside and unbound Victoria’s ankles and knees. Swiftly she removed the leather harness and pulled the dildoes from Victoria’s anus and vagina. She had to help Victoria walk to the bathroom because her legs were stiff from being bound for so long. Harriet was a bit stiff herself. When Victoria was safely seated on the toilet Harriet untied her hands.
‘I’m going upstairs to have a shower to wash away the traces of the last one. When you get yourself and this mess cleaned up, come upstairs and make something for us to eat.’ She left Victoria perched on the toilet ruefully contemplating her sodden stockings and her shame.
When she had dried herself, Harriet powdered her body with perfumed talc. Then she put on a pair of the shiny dark grey tights that were almost her trademark. They were followed by her leather panty-corselet. She remembered how much Tom admired her in this outfit, even as he was denied her body. And it was a sign of her dominance over him, which he also liked.
Putting it on now, she felt more herself than she had in a long time, as if she had stepped back into a familiar role just by choosing her costume. Leather makes the dominatrix, she told herself as she admired her reflection in the mirror. She smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from the skin-tight leather, liking the feel of it as much as the way it confined her body.
Harriet took a pair of handcuffs from the hall table when she went back downstairs. She seated herself in the front room to read the morning papers while she waited for Victoria to finish below her. As she waited she towelled her wet hair.
Victoria eventually put in an appearance. She looked as if she too had taken a shower. She was nude and her hair was wet. She had taken off her stockings and suspenders, presumably to let them soak clean, but she carried her leather bra. It had been above the flood level. Her nipples were red and swollen from the long contact with the tiny spikes sewn into the cups.
‘I didn’t realise this was to be a formal dress occasion,’ she said when she saw Harriet was clothed.
‘It’s not,’ Harriet replied. ‘I just felt that leather was appropriate this morning. But you don’t have to dress up if you don’t feel like it. Be as informal as you like.’
‘You can’t get much more informal than skin,’ Victoria said. ‘What would you like me to do now?’
‘I thought an omelette and some fresh coffee would go down well. There aren’t too many calories in that, so it won’t ruin your figure.’
Victoria nodded and turned towards the kitchen, but Harriet stopped her with a gesture. She picked up the handcuffs and beckoned Victoria closer. She locked them on to Victoria’s wrists and then shooed her into the kitchen with instructions to get on with it. ‘And don’t forget to wash up the coffee cups from last night,’ she directed. Harriet remained in the front room to finish the paper and wait for the food.
Soon after, Victoria called her into the kitchen, where they ate a late breakfast with the sun slanting cheerfully in through the window and falling across Victoria’s nude body as she sat across from Harriet. The sounds of traffic came through to them, but they were apart from it, on a small private island. Victoria had learnt long ago how to eat in handcuffs, and she said nothing about how awkward they were. That would have been a grave breach of the etiquette of B&D, which she would never commit.
The strangeness of the situation made conversation difficult. Victoria was aware of her subservient role, and she knew that there would certainly be another sexual encounter before too long. That knowledge made light chatter inappropriate, and in any case Harriet was in charge, and any levity would have to be initiated by her. But she was silent.
Harriet was thinking of what to do next, which was itself a sign that she wasn’t her normal self. The thing that usually made Harriet so effective was her careful planning. She normally had things organised well in advance, but now there was the matter of Tom and how to deal with him. Even if she sent Victoria away early, she would still have her own problem to deal with. And she wasn’t going to send Victoria away in any case – her own sense of what she owed to her clients was involved. Once she took on a job she carried it through to the end.
When the silence had gone on for too long, Victoria risked Harriet’s displeasure by asking her what the matter was. ‘You’re unusually silent this morning, and you’ve never joined in the sex play with me before. You always stood to one side as if all the sweaty details were of no concern to you. Not that I minded, because you always made sure I got plenty of what I wanted. And I didn’t mind this time when you joined in, for the same reason. In fact I was glad you did, because I’ve always felt a bit guilty about having all the fun. But I couldn’t help noticing the different approach. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.’ This last sentence came out almost as a question.
Harriet looked up sharply at Victoria as if she hadn’t heard properly. Suddenly she nodded, as if she had reached a decision just then. She smiled as she answered the implied question. ‘Yes, I did have a good time.’ There was another pause, then Harriet continued. ‘I’ve been feeling a bit odd lately. A bit left out.’ She almost stopped there, but suddenly she found herself telling Victoria the story of the last weekend, how she had felt when Tom walked in and took control of her, and how it felt to be helpless for a change. She felt easier as she went on, as if it were a relief to tell someone of the change in her life. Harriet didn’t use the L word. She was wary of saying too much about her own emotions. And she knew that love was an abstraction. Even if one knew what it meant, there was no guarantee that the feeling would be reciprocated, allowing two people to put up with one another for long periods of time. And she knew that Tom had been with her for only a relatively short time. But she did feel differently about him – perhaps because he might not come back after her angry dismissal.
Victoria was not so reticent. ‘Are you falling in love with him?’ she asked. Without waiting for the answer, she continued. ‘Good for you. It’s about time you had a lover. Does you a world of good.’
‘Since when have you become an agony aunt?’ Harriet asked with a smile that robbed her words of rancour.
‘It’s you who’s bee
n the agony aunt to all of us,’ Victoria retorted. ‘I don’t know about all the others who came to see you, but I’ve told you things about myself that would get me blackmailed if others knew about them. And I’m not talking only about what I’ve said. The things we’ve done – that you’ve done to me with my cooperation – are more revealing than any words I may have uttered. And you know things about Bill and me that no one else does. Yet until this moment I never thought about what feelings you might have as you catered to our somewhat bizarre tastes. I never thought you had any at all. You never said anything, and I got the impression that you were the original iron lady.’
‘But I had to be that way,’ Harriet explained. ‘After all, I had to take charge of you and all the others. It wouldn’t do to show any sign of weakness. It’s a bit like the relationship between the officers and men in a military organisation. The leadership has to be firm, and the one giving the orders – me – has to give the impression that we always know what we’re doing so that you lot will do as you’re told.’
She sipped her coffee before continuing. ‘And you know, up until now that hasn’t been too hard. There hasn’t been any love life to speak of. I can be a workaholic most of the time. Part, maybe the largest part, of what I offered you and others was the image of the implacable and ruthless dominatrix, someone who could be relied upon to ignore your most piteous pleas for mercy. And that led to the impression – both in you and in me – that I was in fact that person. And I suppose I was that way. It’s something I fell into without thinking, and it worked.’