With the bondage still very much on her mind, it took Madeleine a little longer to fall asleep. Her mind was overwrought with questions. What had she done? What had she allowed him to do to her? How appalling was the bondage; how wonderful at the same time. She lay on her side facing Robbie as he slept, rubbing her wrists where the scarves had made deep indentations. The strangest feeling of desire and surrender seemed to have lodged itself inside that indented flesh. The feelings were almost orgasmic in nature and quite different from anything she’d ever felt.
Watching Robbie, she saw his peaceful slumber as a sign that he was still the same, sane and fun-loving Robbie she knew. What exactly did this ‘kink’ in his character mean, she wasn’t sure, neither was she sure what to make of her own response. On another night, she might have lain awake for some time contemplating the unanswered questions. But after her initial deliberations, sleep soon grabbed her mind away and plunged her into wildly vivid and sexual dreams that she would only barely recall the next morning.
It was nearly noon before Robbie awakened after a scant six hours of sleep. Madeleine was still sleeping, which was fine with him; he had plans to make. When he finally awakened Madeleine at nearly one o’clock, it was to present her with a breakfast tray, a plate of steamy eggs, buttered muffins and a parfait glass filled with fresh summer berries. A tall bud vase held a single blush red rose, while the showy bouquet from which it had been plucked was sitting on the bedside table.
“Robbie! This is so sweet of you!” She sat up, smiling like a new bride. Her hungry stomach took note as well.
“Hey, I’m a sweet guy, what can I say?” His face darkened. “I didn’t forget what I did last night. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much. I got going…and well, you were so…”
She remembered back to the scarves and the little whip, for a moment, massaging her wrists with the memories of her bondage returning, as fresh as that fragrant red rose. “Yes, that was quite an experience.” Her face was hot with a growing blush.
“You are ‘quite an experience’, Madeleine Danes!”
He sat down on the bed beside her and shared her breakfast, breaking off a piece of her muffin.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I made plans for today. I thought we could take in a movie, maybe a walk through the city, a little shopping, then there’s this little bistro in the Village…” he looked at her hopefully. “I know we just planned the night. But who wants to stop now when we’re having such a good time?”
She cocked her head, wonderingly. “What are you trying to do to me, Robbie McKellar?” she asked.
“Make you fall in love with me,” he stated flatly.
She stared deeply into his eyes, seeing so much life, adventure, purpose, a freedom she never allowed herself. Life had never been easy for her. Why would Robbie McKellar suddenly be so easy? What was the catch? What made him want her with such sincerity? He was so willing, so much fun and, if she were correctly reading what she saw in his every behavior, so obviously taken with her. “I think whatever plan you’ve hatched is working.” She offered up a winsome grin.
“Is it?” After downing another bite of her blueberry muffin, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “That’s because I’m so good and so much in love with you.”
Chapter Three
Sometimes their affair was as fresh and fun and adventurous as those first days in New York. Sometimes the sex was that easy and uninhibited. Then sometimes, adventure with Robbie meant a long and steamy weekend in the country with Robbie’s wealthy friends: the kids on the yacht, and others that came and went, all trust-fund babies like Robbie, most with little to do but cook up unusual ways to indulge their hedonistic lust. Like Robbie, they often veered toward kinky sex, sometimes leather, collars, leashes, dinners served by the redhead Carly and the blonde Rachel, while Zack and Jason teasingly whipped at their asses with whips much like the one Robbie used on Madeleine in New York. The girls would titter with complaints, though it was all in good fun, unless Zack was in an especially bad mood, in which case Madeleine learned that he had no reservations about giving his bratty girlfriend a good going over.
Madeleine thought it was just play at first, one rainy afternoon in late October when the six were in the drawing room of the McKellar country house playing cards. Zack accused Rachel of cheating, a charge she avidly denied, though Zack wasn’t satisfied with her explanation or her attitude and he wouldn’t stop; he wouldn’t let up. He chastised her until she was fighting mad. The two were soon locked in a fierce confrontation, the rest of the room completely ignored while they verbally battled back and forth. Jason finally pushed his chair away and took a stroll around the room, obviously knowing what was about to take place. The redheaded Carly sat back and sighed and Robbie went to the bar to refill his drink. Madeleine, meanwhile, watched with the fixed fascination of the uninitiated as the scene unfolded before her. It was enough to have her shuddering all the way to her bones when Zack finally stood up, grabbed Rachel’s upper arm and pushed her toward the wall.
“Put your hands behind your head, your nose to the wall,” he ordered as if he were her master and this was two centuries prior when this kind of behavior might be expected.
“You fucking bastard! If you think I’ll do that, you’re crazy,” Rachel shot off, to which Zack’s hand came down, slapping her across the face. She stumbled back, momentarily shaken, though her eyes were still sparked with anger.
Madeleine’s whole body became aroused and agitated, but she dared not move.
“You want to test me, bitch?” Zack glared at the defiant Rachel. “You want to do that, I’ll take you down to the basement and tie you up for the night.” Their eyes met and didn’t waver. Something about the threat must have struck a familiar chord in Rachel because she finally backed down, her rebellion swept aside. Doing as Zack ordered in the first place, she turned toward the wall, and lacing her fingers behind her head she pressed her nose to the wall.
The fierce spanking was accompanied by a series of questions that Zack barked off like a drill sergeant.
“Tell me the truth!” his voice rang through the room.
“What truth?” Rachel came right back.
“You lied to me,” he charged.
“It’s just a card game, Zack!” she spit back, her nose briefly leaving the wall as she turned her head.
Zack grabbed her by the neck and shoved her head to the paint. “You want to try that again?”
“No, sir.”
He pulled back and spanked her another dozen times before he paused. “It’s not a card game we’re talking about, and you know it. I want the truth.”
“If it’s not about the game, I don’t know what to say.” She was practically in tears now, with his comment having taking her down another notch.
“Oh, I think you do. Think about it, Rach…”
He spanked her more, then pulled his leather belt from around his waist, doubled it in his hand and gave her rear a firm smack. When it was clear that the smacks were having little effect on her clothed behind, he grabbed the sides of her skirt and yanked it down to unveil her naked ass. He wasted little time in bringing a red blush to her cute round ass. She fumed and struggled, her feet dancing a fast tango, though her nose remained pressed to the wall and her hands behind her head.
“So, out with it, bitch!” Zack finally roared.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she practically shouted.
“Oh, yeah, you do.” He laid on another barrage of smacks that had her twisting and turning in place, though not once did she drop the pose. The feat wasn’t easy, but Madeleine had to assume, considering her effort, that it was important that she maintain the stance. “Or is my money so easy to forget!”
He let loose again with the spanking, giving Madeleine the strong impression that this was some long harbored grievance, although she had no desire to know what it was about. The awesome sight of a woman getting her bottom blistered was enough to have her quaking all over,
and her legs like Jell-O. But the action was too close for comfort. She finally managed to carefully pull herself out of her chair and move to the far side of the room where Robbie was casually sipping on his gin and tonic, while engaged in a furtive conversation with Jason. Both were keeping one eye on the spanking, though when Robbie saw her approach, he opened his arm and pulled her close.
She nervously bit her lip, whispering, “Do you really think…that we should be here?” “It’s no big deal, happens all the time,” he whispered back. “But you were smart to move. If he starts using the big whip, you would have been in the way.”
“So, you mind if I leave?”
His head pulled back and he grimaced with annoyance as he stared her down. “Yeah, I do mind.” He bit off the remark with enough pique to have her standing back and observing the scene until it concluded. She realized then that she painted herself in a corner by asking Robbie permission to leave; she should have just inconspicuously taken off through the far door.
Robbie was right that this was not the first time the pair had come to ‘blows’. It seemed the blows were always coming down on Rachel. Sometimes when Zack would yank the blonde’s pretty hair, Madeleine thought he’d just haul her off like a caveman dragging his conquered female behind him.
The spanking was just one of several spontaneous acts of barbarism perpetrated by Zack on his girlfriend that Madeleine had the opportunity to witness during her country weekends with Robbie and his friends. Each one seemed to begin with an angry and impulsive outburst from Zack, and led to an excessively nasty punishment. Though Rachel initially resisted Zack at the start of these episodes, something in her spirit would eventually give way to whatever painful punishment she was forced to suffer. It was not that she actually enjoyed the experience, but she seemed oddly satisfied by these ruthless acts. Normally on the following day, she was sweet as a lamb and hugging her brutish boyfriend as if he were her hero.
Zack was known to have few restraints when it came to punishing his girlfriend; in fact, it seemed to spur him on to have an audience watching his grand show. It didn’t matter if it were one or ten people, as it was one Friday night when a scene erupted during what was to have been a fancy dinner party. In the midst of the pleasant meal and cheerful banter, sometime between the soup course and the entrée, an argument between Zack and Rachel rose in volume that finally caused Zack to haul his girlfriend from her seat and throw her against the back of a chair where he proceeded to lift her skirt off her ass—she never, ever wore panties—then smack her ass until it was glowing bright red. When he brought her back to the table, he shoved her in her chair, saying, “You don’t behave, you’ll be strung up all night.” Rachel looked around at the other guests a bit nervously, but hardly apologetic or shamed by what just happened. One could argue that she was secretly pleased. Of course, Zack never apologized for anything; he expected the world to conform to his needs, not he to theirs. When the table of guests failed to resume their jubilant dinner conversation, he looked up irritated.
“What?” He stared from one guest to the next. “You have a problem?”
No one said a word until Robbie finally chimed in, “You know, this is supposed to be a special night, Zack? You could have taken her into another room.”
“Well, I didn’t,” he shot back almost viciously.
“Obviously not,” Robbie grimaced in a playful way that finally had the table snickering. The icy silence seemed to lift, and they segued into a fluid discussion that took them through the rest of the meal. The incident was left forgotten—at least on the surface.
What effect Rachel’s punishment might have had on the others in the room was unknown. For Madeleine, it was just another smack in the face of her own desires, which rose up unbidden and unaddressed, only to be stuffed back inside her once the immediate event was finally just a memory.
But while these tense moments seemed to go down easily with this crowd of young people, causing hardly a blip in their weekend of sexual mischief, Madeleine found them dreadful. Every time Zack punished his girlfriend in one of these public venues, her body reacted in an intensely disturbing way. Her arousal climbed, at the same time, feelings of dread and painful anguish would unsettle her for hours. She tried to soothe these feelings over with little effect. She tried to sort them out but to no avail. Sometimes a long walk in the gardens would calm her agitation, or she’d spend an hour alone in a quiet corner of the house or their room just to get away from the furious battle inside. But that inner battle followed her wherever she went. Added to that, she could not be too obvious about her plight or Robbie would start asking questions, tough questions she had no desire to answer. She worked hard to submerge her physical reactions and pretend, like everyone else, that Zack’s rant and Rachel’s punishment meant nothing to her. No one would suspect otherwise.
Secretly, she feared the worst: that deep in her psyche was a true fascination for the scenes she witnessed, and that maybe, perhaps, she wanted the same kind of confrontation—Oh! but that was impossible—despite the desires, the midnight ravings of her lunatic mind, despite where her naughty thoughts chose to venture. The only way to survive this was to shove the surfacing feelings as far away from her as she could.
Even though she craved the dark reaches of her fantasies, she would not suggest that Robbie be more dominant with her. Even so, she wondered what it would be like to surrender in the same ways that Rachel did. At the heart of the matter she was unsure exactly where Robbie’s domination would lead. She had no desire to bring out the same sort of monster that Zack became when those awesome scenes took place. She had to assume that to ask for more could be a dangerous choice with unknown results.
Madeleine was left to wonder about Zack’s threats, the times he warned Rachel of even worse punishments, like trips to the cellar, or being tied in the attic all night. As far as Madeleine knew he never followed through—as far as Madeleine knew. But did he do that? String her up in the basement? Tie her in the attic? Beat her senseless in private? Were there private times between them when he took their ‘play’ into such risky territory? There was little doubt the couple enjoyed their kink in private, everyone could hear the screams of sexual climax rising up from their bedrooms in those fine country houses. But exactly how far did they go?
All this speculation was fuel for Madeleine’s imagination, which as time went on in the company of Robbie McKellar and his friends, became more vivid and more terrifying.
Nearing the end of their first year together, Robbie and Madeleine took off for a weekend trip to Zack’s family estate in Upstate New York. When they arrived at the compound, Madeline almost dropped her jaw. In addition to the ostentatious mansion there were a half dozen guest cottages sprinkled over a hundred and forty acres, plus an elaborate pool house and Olympic size swimming pool, a hunting lodge and a well-stocked fishing lake. She’d been in two of the McKellar’s grand homes, and a few others like them, owned by the parents of Robbie’s friends. But none were like the Timothy Estate. Not only did the sprawling mansion remind her of a 19th century English Manor House, the immediate impact of its vastness was augmented by the alarming and very unique ornamentation that greeted arriving guests.
Standing to either side of the impressive oak front door were two human statues, Carly and Rachel dressed in nothing but wide brocade collars and thick matching wrists cuffs. Their nipples had been recently pierced, and between each pair of voluptuous tits there dangled a silver chain which was attached at the ends to the nipple rings that thread through their flesh. Joining their legs at the ankles were wooden hobbles that would have made it nearly impossible for them to walk; that apparently was their purpose. They stood facing either other before the door. A formal welcoming committee? Or just mere ornamentation?
“Oh my!” Madeleine found herself grasping Robbie’s arm tighter than ever, lest he get any ideas about having her join the two. “Did you know about this?” she whispered in his ear.
“I had no idea, but I’m
hardly surprised,” he laughed. Like most of the antics of his imaginative friends, he found this just another cause for his amusement.
“Just don’t go getting any ideas.”
He squeezed her hand. “Any ideas I have for you I share with you in the bedroom.” Then he affectionately kissed her cheek.
She hoped that was true, but by first impressions she had the feeling that this weekend would touch on things she’d not seen before, on feelings she’d not yet felt. It was hardly a surprise to see Rachel posed before the door. But Carly? This was unexpected. She was a party girl, but as far as Madeleine could tell, the woman easily dismissed efforts to cast her in a submissive role; her relationship with Jason was far different from Zack’s relationship with Rachel.
During the entire weekend, the two submissive females served the house-party of eight as sex slaves. Joining the regular six were Mary and Elliot, a couple with whom Madeleine and Robbie occasionally dined. Madeleine was glad to note that Mary was as surprised by the ornamental sex slaves as she was. Anymore, it seemed as if she was the only one who was shocked by their friends’ behavior. When she saw the couple having a heated discussion about the manner in which they were greeted, Madeleine almost thought they would leave without even entering the house. A very reasoned Elliot managed to assuage his wife’s fears and they joined the party.
Once the shock of the arrival had passed, the house-party commenced with the usual card-playing, charades, skeet-shooting and boating that the young people were accustomed to. They ate and drank as usual. The only major difference were the pretty servants who served Zack’s guests wearing a variety of unique costumes, from sexy gowns to their almost totally nudity. They acted in tandem like a well-trained duo who’d suffered through this before. Despite some bruising insults, and good deal of impulsive punishment from Zack and Jason, they managed to keep their poise during the entire weekend.
On Saturday night just after dinner, Zack strode into billiard room carrying a nasty whip in his hand. After cracking it against the polished parquet floor to rouse everyone’s attention, he called Rachel from the corner. The man only had to sneer to put a look of fear in his girlfriend’s eyes.
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