His Will, My Desire #1 - Intrigue

by Anita Dobs

  Victoria was astounded. A house that was a maze inside! She wondered what would happen if she did get lost, perhaps she'd be wandering the corridors for days.

  “Of course now, Lord Claringdale uses the house and rooms for other things.” Perkins added somewhat cryptically, Victoria thought.

  “I advise you not to walk around sections of the house you are not familiar with Miss Victoria.”

  Victoria didn't plan to. Her sense of direction was bad enough with a map in her hands, let alone in a maze.

  Arriving at a door, Perkins told Victoria to go inside as the master was waiting for her. Victoria entered the room; there was a musky smell pervading it, but what most surprised her was Philip. He was standing there wearing horse riding gear with tight brogues that made his crotch stand out, bending a horse whip in his hand as he looked at her coldly. Victoria found the whole thing curious,

  “Have you just come back from riding Philip?”

  Philip walked towards her, stopping only when his strong features were inches away from her own.

  “What I am wearing is not for riding a horse Victoria, it's for riding you.”

  Victoria was slightly excited at the prospect, but the horse whip was the thing that worried her a little.

  “Sit down Victoria.” Philip told her, pointing over to a bare stool with his horse whip, the stool strangely placed in the center of the room beside an old looking trunk. Victoria sat down, as then Philip stood over her, making her feel like a little girl who'd just done something wrong.

  “Do you remember our contract Victoria? Do remember one of the rules was that you will see me whenever I command, or you will receive punishment at a later date?” Philip asked.

  “You didn't contact me for a whole month, why did you ignore me for a whole month? You didn't take care of me. That's also part of the contract!” Victoria argued.

  “But you see, dear Victoria, that is also part of your training as a submissive. You must learn how to endure it. You cannot know where I am taking you, or by what methods I will help you arrive there.”

  Philip began to pace up and down in front of Victoria.

  “Do you not find it somewhat unusual that there were no photographers to harass you at the airport when you arrived?” Philip eyed her carefully, becoming more animated.

  Victoria had thought that strange, it was so unusual as to be impossible in her experience.

  “It was I that arranged that. I used some of the families' connections to put pressure on the necessary people. So I have been taking care of you Victoria, only you are not aware of the lengths I go to.”

  Victoria felt bad, but still wondered if him not contacting her for a month was really part of her submissive training. She had to admit though, it had changed her somewhat; she was used to men calling her several times a day at least, but the fact that Lord Claringdale hadn't, only seemed to increase her desire for him, and that was what she had been missing with other men. Victoria felt confused, confused between the way she thought she wanted to be treated, and the way she was actually being treated Philip, that in point of fact, turned her on.

  Philip opened the trunk beside Victoria, and inside, to her shock, were some chains and locks.

  “What are you going to do with those?” She asked, half guessing the answer already, but wanting to make sure.

  “I will chain you up and punish you. It is inevitable. The contract must be followed if discipline is to be maintained.”

  Victoria tried to disagree, but Philip dragged her up off the stool and bent her over it, on her knees. He ripped all of her clothes off roughly, so Victoria was then naked on the carpet, and a thrill of fear in her. He pulled the first set of chains out of the box and pulled both of Victoria's legs up in one movement and wrapped them around her ankles, locking her feet together tightly as he clicked the padlock shut. Then, sharply pulling her arms up, giving her a thrill of the dangerous, he did the same to her wrists. Victoria was now bound and on her knees over the stool, whatever he wanted to do to her, she had no choice. She had never been under a mans total control before, it was the first time, and something about it made her feel good inside, like she didn't have to make decisions all the time, and didn't have to act like a strong and independent woman anymore. Now she could let someone else dominate her mind and body, and it was freeing in a way she couldn't have before imagined.

  “Now you will know what punishment a slave receives when they have been insubordinate. I knew this day would come sooner or later in your training, but I never imagined you would be so foolish as to bring it on yourself so soon.”

  Philip's tone was cold, yet Victoria detected a hint of excitement in his voice, an excitement she shared. Lord Claringdale lifted Victoria up from the carpet once more, and positioned her firmly over the stool, with her backside and pussy now facing him. Suddenly, and without warning, he brought the horse whip down hard on her bare bottom, Victoria screamed, it hurt, but she knew she'd been a bad girl and deserved it. Philip then did it again, with the same measured strength. Victoria let out a gasp and felt her body trying to move over the stool in an attempt to escape, but she couldn't, her legs and wrists were bound and it severely restricted her movement, as once again, Lord Philip Claringdale whipped his slave's buttock cheeks.

  “Please, no more. I'll be a good slave I promise!” Victoria cried out, hoping he'd stop, but Philip did not stop, and became furious with her outburst, and punctuated his anger with several more firm and stinging blows.

  Victoria's body shook as Philip then bent down beside her and looked in her eyes. She looked up at him, seeing the masked cruelty in them, and his satisfaction at now breaking her in. Holding her chin up, he kissed her full on the lips, as Victoria's mind became confused with the pain and pleasure her body was experiencing alternately.

  “Your punishment is only just beginning.” Philip said, grinning at her, “The next stage is endurance training.”

  Victoria didn't understand Philip, what was endurance training? More whipping? Or something else altogether more sinister? Philip saw the look of fear in her eyes, and reached around and clasped her ass cheek in the strong grip of his hand.

  “Tell me Victoria... ” Philip began, while sliding his finger over her crack and tapping his finger tip on her rear end hole lightly, “Have you ever had a mans thick scepter in here?”

  If there was one thing Victoria didn't like the sound of, it was anal sex. Many boyfriends had tried, sometimes pretending they couldn't find her fresh mound just so they could have an excuse for shoving their cock up her ass 'by accident', but Victoria's anus was so tight and virginal, that none had managed it, and when she'd realized what they were trying to do, she always pushed them away.

  “No Lord Philip, I've never had anal sex before.” She told her master honestly.

  “Ah, you're an anal virgin Victoria. All the better then for what I have no choice but to do.”

  “Oh Philip, will it hurt?” Victoria asked, worrying about more pain.

  “Probably.” Philip sighed, matter-of-factly, “But you will have to endure it.”

  “Philip, I don't think your cock will fit in there, I really don't think it will.” Victoria moaned, feeling pensive.

  “Well young Victoria, like they say, you don't know until you try, and I really will try, and usually, as with everything I do, I'll succeed.”

  Philip moved out of her sight and toward her rear; positioning himself behind her, he splayed her cheeks open to get a good view.

  “Victoria, it really does look so tight.”

  Victoria felt herself pucker-up down there, with a nervous twitch almost.

  “Do you know how sensitive this place is?” Asked Philip, stroking one of his fingers lightly over her hole. Victoria's body jolted, not accustomed as she was to anal pleasure. Philip looked down at Victoria's perfect buttock cheeks, so soft and round, sticking out as if to welcome him. This supermodels' rear-end was probably the most perfect ass in the whole world, and it thrilled
him to be now caressing it. He was going to enjoy this. Now she was his slave and was lying prone over the stool, he could do anything he wanted to her, and the feeling of power was intoxicating. Victoria also felt a kind of power, but it was a contrasting one, it was the power of submission, and the feeling of total abandon at being bound and commanded.

  Philip could resist her no longer, and brought his tongue to bear on her, licking it delicately; there was no reason why his slave shouldn't enjoy her punishment he thought, and in his mind, this was his reward to her for taking the whipping so well. Victoria tightened her fists together, for the first time feeling a mans warm tongue on her rectum. She could feel his broad tongue lather itself all over it, and it felt so good that she wondered why no man had ever thought to be so kind as to do this to her before. Lord Claringdale was such a kind master, she told herself, trying to close her cheeks together but feeling Philip's hands force them open again, as his hand gave her a firm spank for her misbehavior. After some time, Philip stood up and opened his tight brogues in front of Victoria, letting her see his huge cock, erect, ready and thick, for the ride he was about to give her. Victoria really did feel worried about the size of it; she was after all, an anal virgin.

  “Let your endurance training commence. No matter what, you will have to take it.” Philip announced, sending a ripple of excitement through Victoria.

  Victoria honestly just wanted it in her mouth or pussy, her pussy already haven gotten wet from the sensation of Philip's tongue on her rectum. But she was more than a little curious as to what it was going to be like. Philip walked across the room and picked up some kind of tube with liquid in it, and walked back to her purposefully, while she watched him looking down at her, prone and waiting over the stool.

  “I will be kind to you in your punishment, as you've taken it well so far. Without this, it would be too hard for you to endure.” he told her, squirting some of it on to his hand and smoothing it all over his long tool.

  Lifting her up, with his arms around her waist, Philip positioned her with her round bum cheeks now directly pointing upwards, so as he could straddle her and get himself into her more deeply.

  “Are you ready Victoria.” He asked,

  “Philip I just want to ask you... ” but Philip already had the tip of his cock on her hole and pushed the head in. Victoria's tried to arch upwards, but couldn't in that position, it felt so uncomfortable that she shouted,

  “Wait! Wait!”

  Yet Philip would not wait, and nor did he appreciate his slave, supermodel or not, telling him what to do. Philip eased his cock into her. For years he'd dreamed of this moment, every time he'd secretly watched her swinging her fine rear along a catwalk, every time he'd see photo's of her in a tight and revealing dress; he had made it his mission to get her, to make her his, as was her destiny; and now he had her right where he wanted her. Watching his cock disappear all the way into her, he felt how truly tight she was in there, he, himself, quite out of character, gasped. The feeling was incredible, but Victoria was in some pain, he knew that, but he also knew if he didn't train her now, she'd never become the perfect submissive slave he needed her to be. It was necessary as well as wanted.

  “It hurts, it hurts Philip, please stop!”, Victoria shouted, but Philip told her this was what she had to endure and suffer, this was the punishment she had to accept as part of her contract.

  “Don't worry Victoria, you will enjoy it soon.”

  Victoria seriously doubted it, she really did. It felt like something was going inside her and up to her stomach; every time Lord Claringdale inserted in further, she caught her breath, and tried to fight against it; but she couldn't, she was now his to do as he pleased. Philip began to get faster as his fingers gripped her firm ass, and told her,

  “Just relax, to get past this level of training all you have to do is accept.”

  Victoria tried, she felt part of her will give in to him, and as she did, the whole situation began to feel good to her. She was chained with a Lord doing as he pleased with her toned body, his penis up her in a place she'd never had a man's length before, and suddenly, she felt excited and needed more of it. As Philip thrust into her, she felt it touch somewhere inside she'd never known could be pleasurable, it must have been some kind of anal G-spot, she guessed. She'd heard about it before from some gay friends, but she had no idea it would feel this good, or that a woman could experience it. Victoria started to pant and raise her head up, she felt as if she was trying to grasp onto something, and Philip sensed he had finally turned his anal virgin into the willing sub he needed her to be.

  Fucking her harder, Philip shouted,

  “This is how I break-in a wild mare, riding it hard and making sure it bends to my will, as you now are!”

  Victoria could only scream back at him,

  “Fuck me Philip, please fuck me! Do what you will with me, but just fuck me!”

  Philip started slapping her ass at the same time, in much the same way as a cowboy would thrust his spurs into a horse to make it go faster, only it was Lord Claringdale who was getting faster and faster. Victoria started to writhe under him, trying to move away but not really actually wanting to. It was just the feeling was driving her insane and desirous of that final wave of pleasure about to hit her. Several more spanks later, with her pulling at her own hair, her wrists still chained, Victoria came hard. Even Philip couldn't hold her on the stool as her body's reaction was so strong she threw herself off and onto the floor, curling up into a ball with her body shaking in ecstasy. But Philip wasn't done with her yet, he hadn't finished this phase of her training.

  As she was still on the floor shaking, Philip got down on his knees and brought his cock to bear on her soaking wet pussy. Victoria's body jerked, not having expected it; she looked up at him, his eyes were wild with aggression and desire, and as he leaned on her hips for support with his hand, he began to fuck her hard, making sure each time his hips forcefully met hers. Victoria was still feeling the orgasm from her back-passage, but now an altogether more familiar one was coming. The sweat was dripping off his face and muscular chest, as he strained and almost uncontrollably grabbed at her tits. Philip bore over her and then sunk his teeth into her neck, biting hard, as he felt her wet tightness around his length, and she in turn, felt every millimeter of him inside her. Victoria wanted to grab her own ass cheek and pull it up, to try to get more of him in, but she couldn't, she could only shout at him,

  “Deeper! Deeper!”

  Philip lowered the angle of his hips and got the full eight inches into her, fucking her as hard as he could. Her pussy shuddered, along with her body, and she orgasmed again, trying to scream... but no sound came out of her. Philip was also at a point-of-no-return, and then... suddenly, came inside her; his legs shaking and losing all the power in them, as the power went directly into her. Victoria felt his warm cum inside. No man was allowed to cum inside her, but the fact that Philip gave her his aristocratic seed showed her that he felt she was worthy, she must have really impressed him with her subservience, she hoped.

  Philip slumped onto Victoria, and put his arm around her, holding her, as they both shook on the floor. And there they remained, until the next morning when there was a knock on the door and the sound of Perkins calling for the master. Philip got up and unchained Victoria, who had remained that way all night, with Philip's arms also around her like warm and all-encompassing chains, the type of chains that she had always craved.

  “Philip, what happens if I'm pregnant?” She asked, remembering what had happened the previous night.

  Philip helped her up by the hand and kissed her on the lips, but said nothing to her. Victoria wondered if that was also part of her training. Was it somehow connected, or had he just done it instinctively, wanting to feel himself coming in her, so he could feel he was truly dominating her.

  Philip walked her back to her room and told her to take a shower, and that he would contact her for the next stage of her training very soon.


  “Why don't I just come here next time and we can continue. I'll be in London again in two weeks.”

  Victoria really wanted to see him again, and soon. But Philip, his jaw set and looking firm again, explained,

  “No Victoria. The next time will not be here. I will have to arrange for you to meet some very powerful people for the next stage.”

  “Powerful people?” Victoria repeated, curious as to what people they were, “What kind of powerful people, and what do they have to do with my training Philip?”

  “Royal people Victoria. That's all I can tell you at this stage.”

  Turning away from her and walking down the corridor, Victoria felt a pang. Would he contact her, would he care if she was actually pregnant? She almost said something, but she knew it was useless, Lord Philip Claringdale was his own man, and no one, and certainly not her, could bend his will.

  ...

  In her room, Victoria noticed the many missed calls on her phone from Cindy. She was obviously worried about her, after all, she'd only gone out for cigarettes but had not returned. She quickly texted her a message, and told her she'd be back soon, and not worry.

  The driver was waiting for her as Perkins took her outside. Philip was in a meeting, and couldn't send her off. He'd told Perkins to send his apologies. In the car, she thought about the royal connection Philip had spoken of. She'd met a few royals before, usually just having to curtsy after some performance as they walked down a line of people and shook their hands, and made small talk. But she wondered how any royal could be involved in her training. She tried thinking of all kinds of scenarios but knew it was useless, Philip would make sure she found out when it was time for her to.

  With the English countryside passing by outside the window once more, Victoria put her hand - almost unconsciously - on her abdomen, thinking of Philip coming inside her. She rested her head on the window of the car as some doubts about the whole situation came to mind. Was this really what she should be doing at this time in her life, she asked herself, and did Philip really care? Or would he care if she told him she were pregnant? She didn't know. She still didn't have the answers. The more time she spent with Philip, the more questions seemed to arise. She realized she was in too deep, and trying to distract herself, traced her finger along the condensation on the car window, forming the name: 'Philip'...