When The Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle)

by Tabitha Black

  "Beautiful," Grant said, as he gave the chain linking the clamps a slight tug. "Absolutely beautiful, Rosie."

  Rosie had to agree, though her nipples were throbbing within the clamps. She whimpered as Grant tightened them until she was quivering, and yelped a bit as the chain was tugged again. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced, and yet not as painful as she had imagined—though she knew there was no way she'd forget she was wearing them.

  "Now, let's get your other present in its proper place, shall we?" Grant wasn't asking—he didn't ask. He was simply informing her of what was to happen next.

  He guided their little girl over Valerie's knees, pushing the drawers even further apart. He watched as Valerie dribbled some lubricant onto her fingers before prying apart Rosie's cheeks to begin coating her anus. At Rosie's whimper, Grant knelt down to look her in the eyes. "Hush, this isn't the first time you've had your pucker plugged, and, little one, I assure you it won't be the last. Now, relax your bottom and let Mommy prepare your little flower. It is naughty to attempt to keep her out, and your purple plug is going inside your bottom. The only question is whether or not you'd like it to go up your hiney after Mommy paddles you. Is that what you need, Rosie?"

  Shaking her head, her breasts throbbing from the clamps, her pussy dripping, Rosie whispered, "No-no, Daddy."

  He stroked her cheek and bent to kiss her. "Then show us that you can be our good girl. Relax your bottom and open your sweet little hole."

  Rosie felt her world shift as she nodded. She relaxed, allowing her clenched cheeks to round and soften. Closing her eyes, she gave herself the freedom of acceptance of the experience.

  Her 'parents' worked together, Valerie's fingers adding lubricant to the rim of her anus before a slick finger moved inside. Rosie felt her stomach flip as a second finger was added and began stroking in and out; stretching, pulling, coating… until she felt her anus loosen. The tip of the plug felt hard and alien—and yet not unpleasant as Grant slowly and patiently worked it into her. Despite her willing submission, the plug was far larger than either the fingers that had prepared her, or the smaller plug she had worn the day before. Valerie continued to stroke her fingers over Rosie's bottom, her whispered words of encouragement giving her the constant reassurance and ability to remain relaxed.

  Grant was very pleased as he gradually sank the plug into Rosie's bottom. He knew the stretch required was a bit painful, the burn of a muscle being forced to open causing his girl to whimper. His cock strained against his pants, demanding that it take the place of the hard rubber plug. As the last inch was pushed inside, the jewel indeed twinkling between her pale buttocks, he knew he'd have to release his shaft and take his pleasure.

  "That's my girl," he said, bending to kiss her plug and then each of her cheeks. "What a beautiful little bottom, holding Daddy's plug and sparkling with her jewel." He grinned, seeing a fresh trickle of moisture slide down Rosie's thigh. Looking up, he saw Valerie smiling down at him. Standing, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock free.

  Valerie grinned and guided Rosie off her knees to sit between her Mommy's spread legs. She helped Rosie until the young woman was positioned, sitting back against her Mommy, her knees open and splayed, her plugged bottom at the edge of the bed.

  Grant stepped forward, his hands going under Rosie's ass and lifting it as he slowly began to sink inside her pussy. Valerie kept her hands on Rosie's thighs, holding her open as she was impaled.

  "Oh… oh, God," Rosie moaned, her head thrown back against Valerie's chest as her pussy was claimed. "I-I can't… oh, Daddy."

  "Yes, you can, Rosie," Valerie assured her, spreading her just a little more. "Open for Daddy. He's going to fuck your sweet little quim. Feel how good it is, being filled and stretched in both places. Relax, little one, relax and let Daddy take care of you."

  Rosie let herself go, her moans and whimpers filling the space around them as Grant seated himself deeply within her tight sheath. He could feel the resistance of the plug in her ass through the thin membrane. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, drawing him in further until she was completely full.

  "I'm-I'm going to… to pop!" Rosie shrieked as her entire body convulsed, the plug in her ass and the cock in her pussy driving her over the edge. She climbed towards the peak again when Grant began to fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her. The moment Valerie took the chain and tugged, the clamps pulled hard on her nipples and Rosie's world exploded, her muscles contracting so hard and for so long she felt like they'd never ease again. She barely heard Grant's roar as he came, spurting again and again to coat her velvet walls as her muscles milked his cock.

  Still buried deep, he bent forward and kissed his wife, their tongues tangling as the girl they loved keened between them, her body continuing to convulse with the aftershocks of her climaxes.

  It was a very sated young woman who stood as she was cleaned by her Mommy before her Daddy turned the wheels of the clamps to loosen them. He knew she most likely expected him to remove them entirely, and yet he left them in place as he redressed her. "You'll wear your clamps and plug during our walk. It will take some time before you can wear the clamps for long periods, but the plug can be kept inside that gorgeous little ass for as long as we desire." Rosie had blushed but nodded, accepting that she would wear whatever either of them decided willingly. She trusted both and knew that neither would allow any harm to come to her.

  They teased each other as ribbons were tied and cloaks buttoned. Grant took each woman by the hand; their free hands tucked into warm muffs. Once outside, it became clear that January in Ohio could go from chilly to downright cold. They could see their breath in the air, but none wanted to cut their walk short.

  Grant laughed as he led them to the maze, seeing Rosie hesitate. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'd be very surprised to find even very furry animals out and about today. I'm pretty sure any mating is being done in their warm dens."

  It was fun making turns, backtracking and trying other paths until they found their way out of the maze. "How did you find me so fast yesterday?" Rosie asked, pretty sure she would have been unable to exit by herself.

  "Honey, you were making a great deal of noise. It wasn't very difficult."

  After their walk, they returned to the Castle, enjoying cups of hot chocolate and cookies in the café.

  Then, once back in their room, Rosie was instructed how to breathe as the clamps were removed, her cries shushed and the tears the removal caused gently kissed away, both her parents suckling on her aching nipples until they were soothed. Valerie helped her slide into bed, Rosie again hugging the bear which quickly warmed her chilled skin. Before Grant slipped into sleep he smiled, hoping that his girls enjoyed the surprise he had planned.

  A few hours later, they awakened. After dressing, the women were a bit surprised when Grant led them back to Wardrobe. Inside, they discovered that Janice had pulled some dresses suited for an evening out at the opera or a play.

  When Valerie asked if they were going somewhere, thinking they would just spend what might be their last evening together in their room, Grant told her to stop asking questions because he didn't want to spoil his surprise.

  She thought the long, velvet gown of midnight blue was gorgeous. The full skirt swept the floor, the corset that Janice had helped her into causing Rosie to giggle as the ties were pulled tighter and tighter until her Mommy was protesting that she couldn't breathe. All giggles and protests, however, stopped the moment the dress settled over her frame. The waist of the gown nipped in to accentuate Valerie's even smaller waistline, the neckline of the dress scooped so low that the top half of Valerie's breasts were displayed.

  "This might be a wardrobe malfunction just waiting to happen," Valerie said, looking down to see the curve of her dark areolas a fraction of a centimeter below the neckline.

  "I certainly hope so," Grant grinned, patting the back of her dress, or rather the bustle she wore under her skirts. The look Valerie saw in his eyes had
her flushing as arousal spiked through her.

  Janice and Rosa smiled at each other as the attendant helped Valerie into a pair of button-up boots that required a button hook to fasten. The heels were about four inches, which Valerie was pretty sure were an exaggeration of the true style of the period, but she made no complaint.

  "You look beautiful," Rosa said softly, Grant adding his agreement.

  He bent and kissed Rosie on her cheek. "You are just as beautiful."

  Rosa didn't agree, but was pleased with her costume as well. It was definitely a style that would have been worn by a far younger child. It was a gown of rose-colored taffeta, with thin, lighter pink stripes running vertically. Underneath, she wore a petticoat that had a hem of beautiful lace, two inches of it hanging beneath the hem of her dress. She had blushed furiously as her split crotch drawers were removed and she saw Janice grin.

  "What a sweet little quim, and what a darling little jewel," Janice said, as she opened a packet. Rosie's face might be red, but her eyes showed her pleasure at being so obviously well taken care of. Janice was thrilled to see her friend so happy as she helped her into fresh underwear.

  The white bloomers with rows of lacy ruffles across the rear covered Rosie's backside, the inner crotch seam of these completely closed. Rosie smiled, thinking how right her Daddy had been—split ones made it far simpler to tend to a girl's most private parts. Looking up, she saw Valerie's smile and returned it, the plug in her ass making her feel intimately connected with the couple even when they were not touching each other. Janice helped her into white stockings that hugged her legs and were held in place by pink ribbons above her knees. Slipping into the black slipper type shoes, she smiled, as heels would have made it difficult for her to keep up with her much taller parents when they strode down the corridors. She was a bit disappointed that she was wearing another thin chemise tied with ribbons under her gown, and not a corset to help her body appear more appealing, but understood that Little girls did not show off their titties to anyone besides their parents.

  Grant looked resplendent in his full Victorian suit. He wore a white linen shirt with wide cuffs and a very stiff collar underneath a brocade vest. His formal jacket was worn open to display the vest, the longer tails in the back ended at his knees. He wore black trousers that were buttoned just beneath his navel. Instead of crisp seams, the trousers were flat-fronted.

  The women had both smiled when they saw the old-fashioned underwear that he stepped into, so different from the briefs he usually wore.

  "You know, of all the families I've dressed this week, you three have been the most adorable. You just look so perfect together. I have really enjoyed working with you," Janice said.

  They all thanked her; Rosa giving her a huge hug. The women got another surprise as Grant led them to the Salon. "I made the appointment this morning. Don't worry about getting your clothes mussed—they will just style your hair." He told them he'd return in an hour, glancing at the pocket watch that Janice had tucked into his vest pocket. "Yes, that will give us just enough time."

  Though both women wanted to ask for what, he didn't give them a chance, turning and leaving them again.

  Looking at each other, the women shrugged and put themselves into the very capable hands of the attendants. While Valerie's hair was brushed and pinned up into an elaborate yet very sleek chignon, with soft tendrils pulled down and curled to frame her face, Rosie's hair was put into dozens of tiny rollers and sprayed with some type of setting spray before she was placed under the drier. Once the timer went off and the curlers were removed, she stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth open in awe. Instead of the soft blonde waves of her normal style, she saw a little blonde girl with row after row of long, bouncy spiral curls; pink ribbons holding her hair off her face.

  "Oh, Rosie, you look adorable," Valerie said, giving her a hug. "You look as if you just stepped out of a history book. You are a very beautiful little girl."

  Rosa felt her heart swell at the compliment, and when Grant returned, he repeated the sentiment.

  "Are you ready for another surprise?" he asked, and they immediately nodded.

  So far they had been enchanted by everything he had obviously taken the time to plan. However, when he guided them to the Castle bar, both women were totally surprised. Grant explained that they needed to pass their hands under a light before being served. Only one drink per client per day was allowed. Once that drink had been enjoyed, their hands were stamped with invisible ink that would show up under the light. The three, having had no alcohol since the party the evening before, entered the bar and Grant led them to a table.

  He placed their order of red wine and the three talked quietly. When their wine was served, he lifted his glass. "A toast." When the women also lifted theirs, he smiled. "I just wanted to tell you both that these past few days have been amazing. Rosie, I don't think I can ever truly express how much you have come to mean to me… to us. We thank you for being brave enough to step onto that stage. You are the most remarkable Little girl I have ever had the pleasure of playing with." He clinked his glass against hers and Valerie's, and they all took their first sips.

  Rosa's heart was hammering and she was wishing she was brave enough to tell him how she felt, how much she wanted to beg him to keep her forever. "Thank you, Daddy. I am so glad that you and Mommy bought me. I wish—um, I mean, I will never forget this experience." She lowered her head, a finger reaching up to swipe a tear from her cheek, grateful Grant had turned his eyes to Valerie.

  "Valerie, you are the most incredible woman I've ever known, and I hope you realize how very much I love you. Thank you for sharing our girl so lovingly." He clinked his glass to hers and then Rosie's, the three drinking again. "Though I know you'd also appreciate receiving clamps for those sweet nipples, or a lovely thick plug for your own beautiful ass, I have something that I hope you enjoy just as much." Loving the blush on his wife's face and the pink cheeks of his Little as she surreptitiously looked around the room to make sure no-one else had heard his words, he set his glass down.

  Grant pulled a black velvet box from his pocket. Opening it slowly, he heard both women gasp at the sight of a necklace lying on a bed of black silk. He lifted it from the box, the diamond and sapphire pendant glittering even with the low lighting of the room. "You have one piece left to complete your outfit, my love."

  Valerie smiled and bowed her head, allowing her husband to place the necklace around her neck. Her hand went to stroke the stones that nestled perfectly in the hollow of her throat. "Thank you, Grant. It's beautiful."

  "It is you who are beautiful," Grant said, bending forward and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. "I am the luckiest man in the Castle, for I have not one, but two beautiful women to share my love with tonight." He pulled Rosie to his side, his finger tracing the pink velvet ribbon around her throat. "To me, this simple collar is as beautiful as diamonds, for it makes me proud to know that you pledged yourself to us. Thank you again, Rosie. Now, let's finish our drinks for the time is short."

  Rosa felt her stomach tighten. Was he about to tell her that it had been fun but this would be their last evening together? Should she speak first? Should she beg them to stay until Monday? God, where had the time gone; it seemed like only a short time ago that she had taken her place on the stage, and yet here it was; Thursday evening, the official auction period ending at ten o'clock the next morning.

  Rosa was pulled out of her thoughts when Grant spoke again, setting his empty glass onto the table.

  "Are you ready for your final surprise?" He grinned when they looked at each other, both apparently a little overwhelmed by the surprises he had already given them. He watched their smiles appear and their heads nod eagerly.

  "I've purchased tickets to have dinner at The Master's Table. It is also called the Supper and Show, and I've been told a rather unique show has been planned." He waited until they set their glasses down and then, standing up, offered them each an arm. "Shall we?"r />
  Chapter Seventeen

  Rosa was excited. She had heard tales of the Master's Table, but had never expected to attend the closed dinners, as the cost of tickets was exorbitant. Only whispered guesses were ever heard about what type of show was put on, but she knew only Masters of the Castle were awarded the opportunity to plan any sort of entertainment. As Grant gave his tickets to an attendant, she took a deep breath, praying she would do nothing to either bring attention to herself or, far more importantly, cause her Daddy to decide his little girl needed another lesson in obedience.

  Grant pulled out a chair for Rosa and then another for Valerie, taking the chair between them for himself. Rosa looked about the room, the opulence of the dark chamber giving her chills of expectation. Her eyes found Master Marshall and Kaylee, who both gave her a grin.

  Additional Masters and their guests, as well as other clients, were all speaking quietly as they waited for dinner to be served. This was not the gay, gaudy atmosphere of the New Year's Eve party; everyone was dressed in authentic period attire, and the flickering electric lamps, the massive table, the dinnerware and the candles all made it easy to slip into a time period of centuries earlier. The meal was brought by butlers and maids dressed in the appropriate style of uniform, who served the guests without a word. Course after delicious course was presented and enjoyed. The touch of Grant's hand on her thigh had her looking up.

  "Are you having fun?" he asked.

  She nodded, her blonde ringlets bouncing. "Oh yes, Daddy. This is amazing."

  He bent down and kissed her cheek. "Just wait until you see the show. I've heard it's going to be magnificent." Then the door opened, and Grant's smile grew as he saw her quiver. God, she was the most adorable woman he'd ever met. Her face showed her every emotion, her joy in attending the dinner and anticipation of seeing a show clearly written across her face. He realized that he could spend a lifetime just watching Rosie experience life; discovering possibilities she might never have imagined. It was with effort that he turned his attention to the center of the chamber. Her slight squirming as she attempted to sit comfortably had his cock stiffening. He couldn't wait to teach her how having him sink his thick cock into her back passage could fill her far more completely, and bring her far more pleasure than a simple plug. Pushing future pleasure aside, he returned his attention to center stage. The show was about to begin.