A Gentleman's Property

by Toby Abbott

  The festive chime of bells was suddenly the only sound as Mary thrust her lips against Lady Lathom's cunt and began to suck desperately. The chain and miniature padlock obstructed the full sweeps of the tongue with which Mary first experimented. Seeing her difficulty the Frenchwoman whispered that she should form the tip of her tongue into a hard point and force it into the narrow crack, working first from the chain backwards towards the arse, and when that area was thoroughly cleansed, from the chain forwards to the clit. The salty taste of mingled piss and sweat was unpleasant, but it was soon gone, and the generous swell of the shaved mound was surprisingly soft and pleasant to the tongue.

  Mary knew better than to stop licking just because her ostensible task had been achieved by the removal of all traces of piss. Encouraged by the whispered words of Madame Colet she concentrated her efforts upon the clit, which at first was entirely hidden within the constricted labia. Soon her delving tongue felt it growing towards the light, and she could just see the tip emerging. Observing this, Mary's instructor told her to change her attack to long rasping sweeps of the full tongue from the chain almost to the belly button. Each sweep bumped a little harder against the head of the clit as it poked more fully through the sex lips under this delicious stimulation. Mary felt Lady Lathom's thighs quivering against her cheeks, and sensed that her orgasm was imminent. She found in herself an unexpected curiosity to see what form it would take, and a certain pride and excitement in having brought it about.

  "Stop!" called Sir Roger, who had been carefully watching Lady Lathom’s face, and immediately Madame Colet caught hold of Mary's hair and pulled her face backwards and away from the inflamed sex. Lady Lathom tried desperately to follow the delightful tongue by squatting lower, but Herr Holle and Roland Climp had each taken possession of one of her knees, and locked her legs straight by pressing back upon them.

  "No, no," said Sir Roger, when she had calmed down enough to understand what he was saying. "We expect a lady to work for her pleasure. No cheap thrills here. Time for the treadmill I think, Helmut."

  "May I suggest, gentlemen," put in Madame Colet, "that Mademoiselle Bowdler deserves a reward for her cleansing efforts? She looks very weary. Perhaps she would like to watch the rest of the entertainment from my lap?"

  All the men within earshot laughed lewdly at this, but no objection was raised. Roland Climp crouched between Mary's legs to free her pubic bells from beneath the stool, and soon she was able to stand upright and rub her aching thighs.

  "Thank you, Madame," she whispered to one she was beginning to think of as a friend and ally.

  "If you will excuse me for a moment, gentlemen, I just have to adjust my dress."

  This announcement from Madame Colet produced a renewed burst of tittering, but when she returned in a couple of minutes Mary could detect no change in her appearance. The Frenchwoman placed her armless chair at a slight angle to the platform, so that Mary might not obstruct her view, and settled herself comfortably with her legs some six inches apart. She could do this with perfect propriety because the skirt of her elegant gown fell well below her knees. Mary was led across to her by Sir Roger, and made to sit on Madame Colet's lap, with her bare back leaning against the Frenchwoman's modest breasts. She could feel the hard nipples poking through the dress. Mary's feet, which were flat on the carpet, were strapped to the back legs of the chair, forcing her knees far apart. She was instructed to stretch her arms directly upwards, and a pair of cuffs were lowered from the ceiling to hold her hands high above her head.

  "You should not shave your armpits, cherie," cooed Madame, as she tickled and then licked the areas in question, causing the helpless Mary to squirm and gasp.

  Meanwhile Lady Lathom had been lifted down from the two stools, and lain on her back with her legs pulled widely apart and doubled against her chest. Helmut Holle produced the tiny key of her padlock from a special compartment of his wallet, and knelt to perform the delicate job of removing the cunt chain. It was delicate at any time because of the smallness of the keyhole and the fineness of the chain, but the degree to which Lady Lathom had been aroused by Mary's ministrations now called for extraordinary finesse. Her clit and labia were so sensitised that any sudden tugging as the padlock was freed or the chain unthreaded from the neatly punched holes might have triggered her long denied orgasm, and the club had decreed that this should be self induced upon the treadmill.

  Fortunately Holle was a piercing fanatic, and had become an expert in the handling of every kind of intimate jewellery. With meticulous patience he freed the little padlock, and then used a gold toothpick to tease out the first few links of chain, so as not to risk touching the lady with his fingers. He then drew the remainder out by fractions of an inch, pausing every time an acceleration of breathing or a tightening of the stomach muscles warned him that the friction was increasing her arousal.

  When this job had been concluded satisfactorily, Holle turned his attention elsewhere.

  "I conclude, Madame, that you will wish to see these fine udders swinging freely when her ladyship is at work."

  "Certainly," said the Frenchwoman, bouncing Mary's breasts as she spoke, and then steadying them by grasping the engorged nipples.

  "But on the contrary side we do not want any chatterboxing. What to do? Ah, I have it!"

  Holle, who had bored many a party in his native Hanover with his clumsy conjuring tricks, palmed a small ring and chain and pretended to extract them from Lady Lathom's arse. He raised the items to his nostrils, and quickly jerked them away again with a theatrical gesture of disgust.

  "Horrible!" he cried. "I really think the lady should smell them, as a lesson in cleanliness."

  Directing his assistants to pull Lady Lathom's legs wider apart, Helmut leaned forward between them and deftly threaded the ring, which had a spring catch, through a hole punched in the septum of her nose. The little chain he fastened at one end to the ring and at the other to the jewel which pierced her tongue, leaving that energetic organ attached both to her nose and nipples. Not for long, though, for he next freed the chains from the nipple rings, and replaced them with bells similar to the ones dangling from Mary's cunt. A slight shortening of the chain between the nose and tongue left Lady L as effectively gagged as before, but with breasts able to bounce quite freely, and to ring a gay peal as they did so.

  Now fully prepared, the star attraction was lifted bodily onto the platform, and from there to the double treadmill, which was mounted a foot above it. The two sections of this machine were some eighteen inches apart, so that when Lady L's wrists had been joined, and suspended from a ceiling rope directly above the gap, she could only retain her balance by standing with her right foot on one treadmill and her left foot on the other.

  "Now you will see the best part of this device," Madame Colet whispered to Mary. "But do not be so strange. Snuggle against me."

  She lowered her hands from Mary's sensitive armpits to her hips, and pulled her buttocks firmly backwards. Mary felt something hard beneath the expensive dress - something hard and active - and instinctively tried to pull away, but the mistress had raised her knees and hooked her heels over the cross piece at the front of the chair, trapping Mary tightly against her body.

  "Can you feel something between my legs, Mary? Something nice? Not sure? I will play with these stupendous nipples to help you think about it. And while you consider the question just look what is happening to that lucky Lady Lathom!"

  Most punishment treadmills have no function at all except the exhausting of the victim. Their pointlessness is part of the punishment. The power generated by this one, however, was used to move a rope - a long continuous circle of thick rope covered with some soft but bristly fur. It emerged from a hole in the ceiling some three yards in front of the ring from which Lady Lathom's handcuffs were suspended. From here the rope fell in a gentle arc to the platform, ran back between the slave's legs, and t
hen rose to another hole in the ceiling three yards behind her.

  Madame Colet explained to Mary that when the treadmill began to turn the energy was channelled into a ceiling chamber where it powered the engine that turned the rope. More importantly, the faster the treadmill turned the more cogs and wheels were brought into play, thus progressively shortening the amount of rope left over to emerge into the great saloon below. So the harder Lady Lathom worked the closer she would bring the rope to the yearning junction of her thighs. It was crazy, but as Madame whispered this erotic story Mary was certain that she felt the hardness beneath her mistress's skirt rise and throb against her wide spread cunt. Surely the famous founder of Colet Lingerie could not be a man in disguise. After all, she had promised, or threatened, to show Mary the difference between the sexes.

  Mary's thoughts were soon distracted from these speculations, for Helmut Holle clapped his hands for attention, and called on Sir Roger to announce the main attraction of the evening.

  "We have great pleasure in presenting for your entertainment, from Mayfair, the lovely Virginia, Lady Lathom, widow of Sir George Lathom, ninth baronet, of Elsing in the County of Hereford. Lady Lathom is five feet ten inches tall, weighs nine stone and two ounces, is a virgin, and - as you can see - a natural blonde. Over to you, Helmut."

  Mary wondered what Sir Roger could mean by his 'as you can see', for Lady L's pubic hair had of course been entirely removed. But now she noticed for the first time that a few very fair wisps, made almost invisible by their lightness, were sprouting from her armpits. She had not been allowed to shave there since becoming a slave of the Club.

  As soon as the announcement was completed Holle eased himself into the gap between the two halves of the treadmill until he was crouched between the widely spread legs of the slave. He lifted the section of furry rope lying on the platform below her. Her outer labia were well separated by her position and her state of arousal, so it was easy for him to insinuate the rope between them. Lifting the section slightly at either end he began to rub it gently back and forth, provoking a jiggling dance of delight from Lady Lathom, who had been kept in a state of frustration for so long. Very soon Holle was relieved from the trouble of moving the rope. He had only to hold it taut while the slave jerked her hips violently to pleasure herself against it. She was only allowed a few seconds of this before Holle dropped the rope, leaving her frigging thin air. She tried desperately to get both feet onto one or other of the treadmill sections, so as to rub her thighs together. It would have been enough, she was so close. But Holle and Sir Roger prevented it, and as soon as she had calmed a little the former explained to her how she might regain contact with the rope.

  She immediately began a double climbing motion, and the treadmill started to turn with a purring of well oiled gears. At first she found it difficult to co-ordinate the movement of the two parts, and she stumbled and briefly hung from her wrists between the wheels. But soon she established a rhythm and the machine gained speed. This caused the rope, which when it first began to turn had only slithered across the surface of the platform like a snake, to tighten and rise some eighteen inches. The sudden movement set it swinging for a moment, and it tapped against the slave's straining calves. The brown fur of the rope was marked with many white spots. As it began feeding down from the hole in the ceiling above and in front of her, Lady Lathom could at first still see these spots as individual objects, but as she increased the pace of her climbing on the spot they blurred into continuous white lines. The effect was hypnotic, and she soon ceased to see the amused or excited faces of her audience, as her whole attention was focused on the speeding rope.

  Mary watched in horrified fascination as the furry rope rose first two feet, then two feet six, from the platform as Lady Lathom climbed faster and faster. The extent of Madame Colet's interest in the spectacle seemed proved when Mary felt the hard object between her legs jerk upwards more firmly than ever before and lodge itself against the part of the skirt that covered it between the lips of Mary's sex. Madame reached down between Mary's legs to adjust the position of this organ or implement, whichever it was, and then thrust firmly to embed it an inch inside her slave's vagina. Mary felt it pulsating there in a most unsettling manner.

  When she was once again able to spare some attention for the platform, Mary saw that the efforts of Lady Lathom had succeeded in raising the rope to within a few inches of her cunt. The exertion had set her large breasts jiggling wildly, and the ringing of her nipple bells had quite drowned the gentle purr of the machinery and the lady's own muffled panting. The sweat pouring from her body in that well heated saloon was gathering between her shaven labia, and dripping from there to the fast moving rope only inches below.

  A renewed burst of energetic climbing brought the rope so close to her yearning and straining clit that she could feel the longer strands just tickling it as they rushed by in a blur of speed. In immediate reaction to this delightful sensation she threw back her head and tried to push down further by spreading her feet more widely apart. But this change of position broke her rhythm. The rope slowed and had fallen almost to the level of Lady Lathom's knees before she could recover. Thus she learnt the devilish nature of this device. Only the most concentrated and sustained effort could raise the rope high enough to stimulate her aching cunt, but was it possible to sustain that level of concentration long enough to satisfy herself once the pleasure had begun?

  Madame Colet had settled into her own rhythm. Her left hand had taken possession of Mary's swollen left nipple and was working it urgently between two fingers and the thumb like an impatient baker. The right hand had battened on the exposed clitoris of her slave and was apparently trying to tug it from her body. Meanwhile the object lodged inside Mary's vagina was tapping against its front wall of flesh with the tireless regularity of a metronome.

  "Which do you think will be exhausted first," she whispered hotly in Mary's ear, "Boxy's legs or her lust?"

  With tremendous fortitude and will power Lady Lathom had regained momentum and brought the rope up to its former level. She now showed surprising presence of mind for one in such an agitating position, for instead of pressing down towards the rope, as before, she straightened her legs as much as possible to keep clear of it until she had got it an inch higher yet. Then, putting in her final spurt of energetic climbing, she dropped firmly onto the speeding rope.

  As it scraped across her burning clit Lady Lathom threw back her head and her mouth gulped in air like a turbot. After only a few seconds her knees buckled, her legs ceased to work, and the rope fell clear of her desperately working hips. For a moment the audience thought she had failed again, but this time the brief contact had been enough. The voluptuous slave's body, turned a blotchy red by effort and excitement, spun wildly as her feet lost touch with the treadmill and she swung from her wrist straps. Her legs were wrapped into a tight knot by her efforts to maintain maximum pressure on her clit, and the absence of any leg action gave the violent jerking of her body an even closer resemblance to that of a gaffed fish.

  Despite its length and strength Lady Lathom's orgasm was necessarily a quiet one, but offstage the appropriate sound effects were provided for her by Mary Bowdler. The combination of Madame Colet's varied ministrations and the eroticism of the entertainment had brought Mary to a noisy climax simultaneous with that of the star of the evening.

  Madame

  "Men are merciful creatures," said Madame Colet sententiously. "I am not so foolish."

  After the evening had reached its memorable climax the members had dispersed to find private satisfaction for their inflamed senses with the numerous company of slaves dispersed about the ship. Nobody had disputed Madame Colet's claim upon Mary's services.

  The petite Frenchwoman led her to a sumptuous cabin decorated with frescoes of extreme Sapphic delights, and from there to a dressing room containing a cot. Here Mary was prepared for the night by Madame herself
. Her wrists were loosely shackled to the head of the bed, her ankles to the foot, so that she was able to turn from side to side with comfort, or even curl up if she wished. What she could not do was touch her own body below the neck. This she soon found an irksome restriction, for Madame produced a number of rubber balls threaded on a string like a necklace, and proceeded to feed them into Mary's sensitised sex with firm thrusts of her thumb. When she had finished five of the balls were completely hidden, and the sixth was wedged in the mouth of the vagina, with the labia stretched around it. The end of the string fell down to the sheet between Mary's thighs.

  "If you can expel this comforter during the night I may be less severe in the morning," were Madame's parting words as she turned off the light.

  In the total darkness and silence of the cabin Mary had tried her best. She concentrated upon contracting the muscles of her vagina, she jerked her hips violently back and forth, she rolled onto her stomach and rubbed her mount vigorously against the sheet. The net result was the sucking of the sixth ball inside to join its companions, and this was achieved at the cost of a second shattering orgasm. After it had subsided the exhausted slave fell asleep.

  Now it was apparently morning, for Mary had been woken by a sensation of pleasure and found that it was a thoroughly refreshed Madame Colet toying with the string between her thighs and causing the balls to stir deep within her.

  "I see that you preferred sleep to work last night, cherie. Today you will make amends. You are so beautiful that a man might be moved to forgive your laziness. Men are merciful creatures. I am not so foolish."

  Madame laid Mary flat on her back, freed her ankle chains from the foot of the bed, and then pulled her legs back and up until she was bent double, with her knees beside her breasts and her toes tickling her ears. The ankles were then refastened to the same rail as her wrists. In this position Mary's backside was forced high off the bed, and her extraordinary cunt was the blatant high point of her body. The end of the string threaded through the rubber balls now fell across her anus and down the crack of her arse to the sheet.