Nicole looked at him incredulously and started to stammer that she needed to get upstairs quickly. Jordan suddenly barked at her “Nicole! Nicole! Now do as I ask. Do it now!”
“But....but I can’t, I..... I must get dressed....quickly, I must get dressed.”
“Nicole! You will do as I ask. You will go to the door as you are and you will welcome in my visitor.”
Nicole held her head in her hands, trying to focus her thoughts. He couldn’t mean this, could he? This was beyond what she had......what? What she had agreed to? No, there was no agreement. What she was prepared to do, to accept? What was she prepared to accept, to do? Each week a little more, each week more and more humiliation. Each week a sweeter and sweeter bonus. The doorbell chimed again.
“Nicole!” Jordan’s voice was more subtle now. “Please go to the door.”
And there it was, almost as if in a trance Nicole was turning away from him, walking down the hallway and, light headed, her mind on auto-pilot she paused for just a moment snatching a breath and then opened the door.
A woman stood on the doorstep. In her mid fifties, elegantly dressed, stern looking. Nicole was aware of her own blushing face, but she remained stoic. She swallowed hard as the woman looked her up and down viewing her, naked bar the collar, cuffs and heels. The women gave a small huff, stepped into the house and then waited for Nicole to show her in. Nicole gently closed the door, taking the few seconds it took to close her eyes and brace herself against the humiliation she felt flooding through her body. Nicole had no idea what to do other than go along with this shameful scenario. She knew she should protest, complain, scream at them, run, get away from this place, away from Mr Jordan. Yet she was still here, still doing exactly what he told her to. Why? What was wrong with her? He made her feel cheap, worthless and yet she was wholly obedient to him. Somehow willing to do things he said against her own will. Or was it? If she really didn’t like it she could just walk out. Get dressed, get her money and leave. Just do it, go. But she didn’t.
She turned and led the woman down the hallway to the summer room. Recovering her senses a little she was amazed at the lack of response from the woman to Nicole being naked. She realised the woman must clearly be able to see her bottom, striped and smarting from her spanking as she followed her, yet she said, did nothing. She simply followed Nicole into the room as if it what she was witnessing was the most natural thing in the world.
On entering the room the woman brushed past Nicole and greeted the man in the wheelchair with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They passed pleasantries for a few moments then talked for some time, Nicole incredulous that they seemed to be oblivious to her, to her condition. From the conversation she established that they were old friends but only recently reunited. There appeared to be a past relationship and hints in the conversation to a future perhaps. Finally the woman turned towards Nicole. “And this is the young woman you have been telling me about William?” she said.
Mr Jordan introduced the woman to Nicole as “my dear friend, Amelia.” Then continued to tell the woman how Nicole was a working class girl, somewhat naive and lacking in standing but learning her place well. He then told Nicole that Amelia was to be extended the same rights as himself when she was in her company.
Rights? Nicole thought. What rights do either of them have to me? She was about to speak out when Amelia asked Mr Jordan “She seems a very obedient slip of a girl though William. One who is eager to please perhaps, even though she does not demonstrate it in her outward persona?”
“Of course.” Jordan agreed “she tends my needs and is most willing to fulfil her role without complaint.”
“Very rare indeed” stated Amelia. “But, I must ask myself if her subservience is simply for your own benefit or if she would be likely to reject my own status? ” she said turning back to the old man her voice rising with anticipation “perhaps we will find out?”
Mr Jordan nodded sharply and then instructed Nicole to turn around. She did and then he told her to bend forward and touch her toes. Swallowing hard Nicole did as asked and immediately felt the smarting of her buttocks start up again and the marked flesh was pulled taught by her posture. Mr Jordan moved his chair alongside Nicole and seemed to study her for a moment. She heard movement behind her and then felt a hand brush over her buttocks, finger tips tentatively touching the welts left by the cane. Nicole straightened and spun around to face the woman. “How dare you!” she yelled. Amelia step back a pace, her eyes wide but not with fear Nicole thought, something else, something bright burning in them, she looked surprised but delighted at the same time. “How dare you touch me!” Nicole yelled again.
“Nicole!” Mr Jordan’s voice came out deep and commanding. “Nicole! Resume the position immediately” he ordered. Nicole started to protest but the old man’s words once again nullified her. She looked between the two, her mouth opening and closing for a few seconds, but no words able to break from her lips. “Resume the position Nicole” his voice more restrained now.
She did as she was told. Puzzled by her self now. Puzzled by why she was allowing all this to happen to her. Why didn’t she just walk out? What sort of woman was she that would let this happen to her? She was married for crying out loud. She had kids! She wasn’t some naive girl, barely out of her teens. She was a wife, a mother, an adult capable of thinking for herself. Yet he she was allowing herself to be shamed in front of two virtual strangers and – and what? – enjoying it? Secretly enjoying it? How could she betray herself in that way?
Nicole felt the hand tentatively touch her bottom again. When this time she didn’t react the fingers began to stroke the smooth flesh, riding over the ridges, sending tingling stinging sensations through her flesh as they spread down to the top her thighs and rested there a moment. “So sweet!” Amelia purred.
“Move your ankles apart Nicole” Mr Jordan ordered “but remain in that position. Grasp your ankles with your hands.”
Nicole did as instructed and could see through her now open legs that Amelia was removing her jacket and blouse and laying them across an armchair. She stepped back over to Nicole and once more caressed her buttocks. Nicole felt a rising surge of tension in her throat. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could only imagine what Amelia could see of her but she knew exactly how it must look. With her legs spread like that she knew that nothing was hidden from view. Amelia then reached down and using a double ended trigger hook she attached first one, then the other, handcuff to the ankle cuffs. As a hand once more slid over her buttock the thumb trailed lazily between parted flesh, gliding over the coxis and then paused on the wrinkled flesh of her anus. Nicole’s breath caught. She fought back the desire to panic and instead her fingers bit into the flesh of her ankles as she struggled to maintain her control. She knew she couldn’t stand up straight anyway with her wrists attached to her ankles. The hand moved on and the thumb flowed down, breaking off to trace along the rim of one side of her labia. Nicole shuddered and felt a ripple of sensation rise from it and flow through into her womb. She gasped but suddenly the hand lifted away. She felt her clitoris come to life. She couldn’t even remember the last time that Chris had touched her there and now – now she was being touched there by a woman – and what was she doing about it? Oh Christ!
Mr Jordan now wheeled himself around behind her and Nicole closed her eyes, knowing that both of them were now looking at her, taking in the sight of her exposed genitalia. She felt movement close behind her and when Amelia spoke Nicole felt the warmth of her breath against her exposed flesh. “So sweet” Amelia said “Look William, I do believe she’s wet.”
Nicole felt both hands return to touch her again, this time sweeping down from her hips, to meet in the open gap between her buttocks. The fingers ran down to her labia and then peeled away again dragging the folds of flesh to the side and pinning them open.
“There William, I was right. Wet, and what a beautiful little honey pot she has” Amelia said.
“Please!�
� Nicole let out a strangled appeal. “Please, I’m not a lesbian.”
“Oh! How sweet!” Amelia trilled “She’s not a lesbian!”
“This has nothing to do with what you are or are not” Mr Jordan said, his voice sounding tight. “And in any circumstance - You will be whatever we say you are to be Nicole.”
“No, please. I’m serious. I won’t let........” Nicole’s words were cut off in mid sentence as Amelia drove two fingers forcefully into her. Nicole squealed but Amelia quickly had a hand pushing down on her shoulders stopping her from rising. She pushed the palm of her other hand flat against Nicole keeping the fingers deep inside her.
“You won’t let what... Nicole? Won’t let me fuck you with my fingers?” Amelia growled. Nicole tried to resist but Amelia was unexpectedly strong and held her in the uncompromising position. “Won’t let me pop your lesbian cherry?” Amelia was laughing now. “My dear Nicole, you’ll let me do whatever I like and you’ll accept it.” Amelia twisted her fingers inside Nicole’s vagina and thrust them in up to the proximal knuckles. “Won’t you Nicole? Won’t you?” She started to thrust the fingers into Nicole.
Nicole gasped and through the burning shame and horror of her predicament realised that she was totally aroused. She wanted those fingers to go deeper, to drive into her and fuck her. But it was a woman finger fucking her, a woman for god’s sake! But, God, it felt good. She couldn’t remember Chris ever having done it this way. Nor any of her boyfriends before Chris. Nicole realised she was whimpering now. Not a pathetic whimper, but a noise produced by her attempts to meet each deep thrust whilst trying to remain aloof from the situation. But how could she. Amelia had gripped the collar now with her free hand while she continued to drive her fingers hard into Nicole.
Nicole twisted her head to the side and saw Mr Jordan in his chair, a hand reaching up to his mouth caressing the beard on his face - his expression intense - the other in his lap stroking his fully erect cock, free now from his trousers. This was similar to how their sessions would usually end, Nicole showing herself to him or, more recently as she became accustomed to his odd requests, touching herself, the last time actually masturbating in front of him. He would sit there, his breathing becoming more rapid, his cock hard and swollen in his hand then snatching a tissue to catch his climax. But today was different. This was totally way beyond where Nicole could ever have imagined her pandering to an old man’s whims - kinky and perverted as they may be – would ever have led her. Her service to Mr Jordan had just leapt into a whole new realm. Now her watching her being finger fucked by another woman. Nicole tried to shut that part of it from her mind. She felt disgusted, violated and so, so aroused. Nicole’s whimpers turned into grunts, heavy deep grunts that had her biting on her bottom lip as she started to rock herself back against Amelia’s fingers as they drove into her.
Suddenly Amelia stopped and sharply withdrew her fingers, letting go of Nicole completely and stepping away. The sudden removal of the fingers almost sent Nicole toppling over – it also started to send her into orgasm. As if she could read her mind Amelia snapped loudly “Don’t come!”
Nicole felt it rise inside her and strained hard against the fastened cuffs, her lip twisted between her teeth. She tightened her stomach muscles and fought the sensation back as she emitted a long strangled groan. “Don’t you dare come, Nicole!” Amelia barked at her. Finally Nicole brought herself under control and stood bent forward, gasping. It was some moments before she realised that she had obeyed Amelia without a thought. Why? Why had she not enjoyed the pleasure and release that had built inside her, because this woman who had intruded upon her person and brought her to the point of orgasm, then said she couldn’t? What was happening here?
Amelia signalled to Mr Jordan and now he wheeled his chair around in front of Nicole. His cock stood red and swollen - the tip glistening with pre-come- in his lap. His face was reddened and he seemed to look to Amelia for assurance. She walked behind him and pushed the chair further in so that now Nicole’s face was just inches from his cock. Then she knelt at the side of the chair and put her face in close next to Nicole’s and the old man’s cock.
“Look Nicole.” She whispered in her ear. “Look what you have done to him.” She reached a hand in between them and took hold of Jordan’s cock, tipping it towards Nicole face. The old man gasped and Nicole closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed hard.
“Take him Nicole.” Amelia said. Nicole turned to look at her – shaking her head, no! please, no - but the words wouldn’t come out and Amelia stood then and clenched a handful of Nicole’s hair and pressed her face down until her lips pushed against the tip of his cock. Nicole strained to lift her head away, successful for a brief moment, but seeing a thin string of the sticky liquid from the head of the old man’s cock attached between the tip of his manhood and her upper lip. Then Amelia recovered and pressed Nicole down again and his cock was pressing hard against her mouth. Feeling that she could not resist, that she had no choice now, Nicole opened her lips and tentatively took the head of his cock into her mouth. Immediately she sensed the salty sweet taste in her mouth and was overcome by the sensation of the soft swollen head pressing into the roof of her mouth. Then she took him hungrily sliding her lips down the shaft until the head was at the back of her throat and she could feel the pulse in the shaft beating against her tongue. The old man groaned loudly and Nicole began to work her tongue around his cock, her head rising and falling. Suddenly Nicole felt a hand touch her from behind, Amelia again, her fingers this time searching for her clitoris, finding it and deftly teasing and squeezing it so that Nicole was soon writhing to its touch. She was overcome and some powerful instinct took control of her, all sense of shame and reason leaving her and hungrily she sucked and licked at the rigid swollen cock, her mind blank to the rights and wrongs of what was happening to her, her body in control now, hungrily devouring the cock and grinding her clitoris against the hard fingers circling and pressing against her.
Mr Jordan was groaning loudly and Amelia was talking excitedly, her voice audible but the words lost to Nicole. She knew she was going to come, it was building in her like an uncontrollable runaway train and she could do nothing but try to speed it to its conclusion. Then Amelia pushed her thumb into Nicole’s flooding vagina and Nicole screamed a deep guttural scream which was partially gagged by the cock in her mouth and felt the first spinning, clenching, dizzying wave of orgasm rise through her body. Suddenly Mr Jordan squirmed in his chair and his cock spat hot thick liquid into Nicole’s mouth, flooding around her tongue, then seeping from the corners of her mouth. Instinctively she sucked back the fluid and swallowed it. She felt her muscles clamping hard around Amelia’s thumb inside her, wave after wave shaking her body until finally, unable to support herself in that position anymore Nicole collapsed breathlessly onto her knees, her face falling onto Jordan’s lap where his softening cock fell against her cheek and dribbled a last spill of come onto her skin.
Nicole stayed like that, gasping, for some moments until Amelia released the trigger hooks and lifted her onto her knees and Nicole sat awkwardly on the floor. Amelia reached down and held her chin. “Well done my dear.” She said. “Now, just a little cleaning up to do.”
Nicole was puzzled for a moment until Amelia pressed her fingers into Nicole’s mouth. “Lick them clean my dear.” She said. Her mind still not in gear Nicole slowly started to lick at the woman’s fingers, only realising too late that what she was cleaning from Amelia’s fingers, the thick creamy mucus she was tasting, was her own juices. She was tasting herself for the first time.
Nicole was allowed to leave the room and return upstairs to shower and dress. On the bus on the way home her mind was in a whirl. She wasn’t sure what had happened or why. She wasn’t sure why she had allowed it to happen. My God, if Chris ever found out! But he wouldn’t. She would never tell him. It was her secret. She should never return to that place again, to that trickster, that conniving old man. Never return to that a
busing, indescribable woman. But then Nicole wasn’t sure how she felt. It didn’t seem right but it didn’t seem wrong. She had enjoyed it. She couldn’t deny it but it had been against her will....hadn’t it?
Nicole, checked over her shoulder to make sure no one on the bus could see before opening her handbag and then carefully peeled open the envelope that Mr Jordan had handed her as she left. She thumbed through the £20 notes – fifty of them – one thousand pounds.
“We’ll see you next week then Nicole?” He had said. “Same time as usual?”
“Yes.” She had replied.
The Ruse
Richard came down in the lift and greeted her in foyer with a look of disdain. Taking her by the arm he led her out of the building and down the front steps to the plaza.
“Kiss me.” She asked with an edge of nervousness as they stood by the fountain.
“No.” He said harshly and then looked her up and down. “Good. You did as you were told?”.For a moment she glanced up at him meekly.
“I’ve done what I was told all day. Each text you sent me I obeyed immediately”.
He grunted his approval as his eyes scanned the plaza. It was still fairly light for this time of the evening.
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