Perfect Slave (16 page)

‘Oh yes,' Laurie gasped, squirming her buttocks from side to side. ‘You know what to do now.'

Julia stooped and fiddled with the little rectangular box. Immediately a strong vibration coursed through the little dildo, making Andrea's sex clench strongly. The vibrations spread outward into the leather strap that held the dildo in place, making that vibrate too, and as it was pressing into her clitoris that too was teased and tormented.

Again Julia disappeared out of Andrea's line of sight. Then she felt a hand creeping around her body and fingers sinking into her left breast, pinching the nipple viciously. Andrea moaned. She could feel Julia's soft curves moulding against her back.

Then Julia moved away, and as Laurie pushed back, driving the dildo deep into her cunt, Andrea heard a familiar swish and twisted her head around in time to see the whip in Julia's hand cutting down into her buttocks.

Thwack
!

A stripe of pain exploded across her bottom. At the same time the blow had the effect of making her jerk her hips forward, further impaling the dildo in Laurie's sex, making the kneeling woman gasp and jerk.

Thwack
!

Another stripe of searing pain. Another reflexive forward thrust. Another gasp of pleasure.

But pain was not all Andrea was feeling. Each cut of the whip not only sank the dildo deeper into Laurie's cunt, but ground Andrea's clitoris against the harness. As usual the pain from the whip routed itself to her sex, mixing and amplifying the extraordinary pleasure the vibrations were creating.

Thwack
!
Thwack
! Two blows in quick succession, one landing directly on top of the other, causing a huge wave of pain that made Andrea whimper into the gag. But by the time the next blow fell the intensity of it had become indistinguishable from the throbbing pleasure that invaded her core. She gazed down at Laurie. The brunette was rubbing her own clitoris whilst writhing back onto the dildo, the flesh of her buttocks quivering. She tossed her head back, opened her mouth and produced a gurgling, strangulated sound as her sex clenched around the dildo and she came, her body rigid.

Julia dropped the whip aside. She wrapped her arms around Andrea and rubbed her nylon-covered sex against her superheated buttocks. At the same time her hands pulled at her nipples and she kissed Andrea's shoulder. Andrea was fighting all the other provocations that assailed her; the vibrations in her sex, the sight of Laurie coming as she fucked her, the burn of the whip, each producing that peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was the touch of Julia's lips, the softness and tenderness of them, that she found totally irresistible. Pulling against her bonds she came, her body filled with delicious sensations. The vibrations from her sex seemed to have extended right down the phallus strapped to her belly, and she had the odd feeling that her orgasm was focussed at its tip, deep inside Laurie's hot wet cunt.

 

The scarlet and purple marks the whip left on her buttocks had faded to pinkish stripes, and Andrea could sit down without discomfort.

Charles Darrington Hawksworth had been away at least a week. Andrea had counted the hours. She'd begun to wonder if he was ever coming back. He probably had houses all over the world and each was probably stocked with willing women dying, as she was, for his attention. Perhaps some new slave had taken his eye and Andrea's star had waned. He'd told her she was special, but that didn't mean she could not be replaced in his affections.

It was three days since Laurie took her to her room, and since then Andrea had hardly seen her either. She was given light household duties, shared with Julia and the other two girls who appeared to be in residence, but Laurie barely said a word to her.

In her better moods she hoped the neglect was deliberate, part of her training and therefore something Hawksworth had ordered. As long as he was behind it, as long as this was all part of his plan for her, it was easier to bear. He had already taught her that being deprived of her master was a punishment and that, therefore, being in his presence was a reward for good behaviour. She'd behaved well with Edward Highfield and got her reward, and she was sure that this absence was another lesson, a way of showing her that she was now totally and absolutely dependent on him. As he once said: a slave is not complete without a master, and the emptiness she'd felt in the last week was a clear demonstration to her that she was a slave, not only physically but mentally too. If she ever had any doubt that this was what she wanted, it had gone. Even without him, even in the middle of the night with her fears that he'd forgotten her, being bound to him like this, her whole life relying on his whim, she knew she had no regrets.

What she'd experienced at the manor had far exceeded her wildest dreams. Though she was aware that other women had similar fantasies, and yearned as much as she did to suffer complete domination, she imagined that most, like her, found it hard to turn their desires into reality. She had no idea that there were places where this had become institutionalised. Hawksworth had created a whole world where such needs had become the norm. And Andrea remembered the couple on her first night talking about the System, which implied that Hawksworth was not the only man who operated a similar establishment. In fact, they made it sound like a sort of club, though no doubt the membership was exclusive to those wealthy enough to be able to afford the large house and the necessary accoutrements to keep their operations strictly private.

Andrea had expected to spend the day much like all the others, after the woman in the black dress took her to the bathroom, and then for breakfast. But when she returned Laurie was waiting in her cell.

‘Good morning, Andrea,' she said, smartly dressed in a red suit.

‘Good morning, Ms Angelis.'

‘Make her up would you, Betty? And put her hair up. She's required. You're to put these clothes on.' She indicated the bed. There was a white suit, a cream silk blouse, and a set of white silk lingerie. ‘I'll be back in thirty minutes.'

Andrea felt her heart begin to pound. Was it possible the master had returned during night?

Betty collected her make-up bag and proceeded to do Andrea's face and hair. Though this had occurred several times Andrea was not used to the experience; it was a symbol of how much she'd given up to her master, and as such it never failed to excite her.

The woman piled Andrea's hair up and pinned it there, leaving her neck bare, then left without a word. Andrea examined the clothes. There was a white bra with lacy three-quarter cups and a plunging front, a suspender belt, a white teddy with a delicate lace bodice and silky white stockings with a lacy welt.

Quickly Andrea clipped the bra on, settling her breasts into the cups. It pushed them up and together into an attractive cleavage. She wrapped the suspender belt around her waist and then sat on the bed to pull on the sleek stockings, adjusting the suspenders to hold them tight. Rising, she pulled the teddy over her shoulders. The gusset was undone and she fastened the three poppers that closed it. It was, she realised, the first time she'd worn any sort of panties since she'd arrived at the manor.

The blouse was cut low at the front, allowing a good view of Andrea's enticing cleavage. The A-line skirt of the suit was just long enough to hide the stocking tops. It clung to her buttocks and thighs. Andrea slipped on the jacket. It was a perfect fit.

The door opened. Laurie entered carrying a pair of white high-heels. She placed them at Andrea's feet. ‘Put them on. And these.' She laid a pair of white leather gloves on the bed.

Once Andrea had obeyed they walked out of the stables and into the house. But instead of going into one of the rooms Laurie led the way straight to the front door, which was already open. Andrea could see the black Mercedes parked on the gravel drive outside, the chauffeur standing by the open passenger door.

‘In,' Laurie said.

Andrea climbed into the car and settled on the back seat. She wasn't sure whether she should be excited or disappointed. She tried to work out what this development meant. Was she being taken to see Hawksworth? Or had he ordered something else for her? She would love to ask Laurie, but dare not.

Laurie climbed into the car beside her. It smelled strongly of leather. It was sunny and the interior was warm. Andrea couldn't help remembering what had happened last time she'd been in this car.

The driver got behind the wheel and the car pulled smoothly off down the drive.

Laurie took a small bottle of perfume from her handbag and dabbed the stopper behind Andrea's ears. She dipped it into the bottle again, then applied it to Andrea's cleavage. The smell was musky and rich. She put the bottle back and extracted a pair of cuffs. ‘Hands behind your back,' she ordered.

Andrea twisted around awkwardly on the seat, presenting her back to Laurie with her wrists together behind her. Laurie snapped the handcuffs in place.

‘That's better. Stay there.'

Andrea could not see what she was doing, but felt a narrow strap being wound around the top of her elbows, cinching them together. Satisfied they were tightly bound Laurie pushed her back on the seat.

Sitting back was uncomfortable; with her arms held tightly behind her leaning on them increased the discomfort, making it difficult to keep her balance every time the car took a corner, and as they turned sharply to take the main road she was thrown into Laurie's lap.

Laurie giggled. ‘Well, since you insist,' she mused, ‘you'd better get on your knees.' She guided Andrea to the floor of the car, then tugged up her tight black skirt. Raising one leg she draped it over Andrea's shoulder, then lounged back on the seat. She was wearing sheer black open crotch tights and black panties. With one hand she eased the gusset of the panties to one side. ‘Make it good,' she said with menace.

Andrea wriggled forward, dipping her face between Laurie's thighs. As little as two weeks before the idea of doing this to a woman would have turned her off, but now she felt nothing but excitement. Laurie's hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her closer. Andrea kissed her sex lips, then sent her tongue in search of the brunette's clitoris, between her velvety labia. She heard Laurie gasp. She could taste her sweet juices.

Andrea wondered if the driver was watching in his rear-view mirror as he had the day he'd driven her to the manor.

Laurie slid forward again, angling her sex to meet Andrea's mouth. Andrea could feel the wet flesh of her vagina. She moved her lips lower and thrust her tongue into the succulent channel, trying to burrow as deep as she possibly could, then circling the outer rim, lapping the increasingly copious juices.

‘Back on my clit,' Laurie ordered.

Andrea moved back to the top of her labia as she felt Laurie lift her buttocks. Then she saw Laurie's varnished fingernails appear underneath her thighs. They moved to her vagina and plunged inward, two at first, and then three. As Andrea concentrated on her clitoris with a regular rhythm, the brunette adopted the same tempo to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. They made a distinct squelching noise.

‘Oh, yes,' Laurie gasped.

Her thighs became rigid, squeezing tightly around Andrea's face, the muscles taut. She arched up off the seat, then gave a long, breathless groan. For a moment they were both posed there, locked in a spasm of passion.

As her orgasm faded Laurie moved her foot and pushed Andrea away with it. With no arms to help her balance she sprawled back on the floor of the car.

Laurie took a handkerchief from her handbag, wiped her sex with it then leant forward and dried Andrea's mouth and chin.

‘You can spend the rest of the trip down there,' she said, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs.

It was another twenty minutes before the car slowed and Andrea heard the crunch of another gravel drive under the tyres.

Laurie lent forward and helped Andrea back onto the seat, quickly taking a lipstick from her bag and applying it to her mouth. Andrea could see they were driving up to an impressive Georgian country house. There was a large car-park to one side and a big pink sign that declared the place to be
The Grange Restaurant
.

The car came to a halt outside the front entrance and a doorman in a smart black uniform edged with gold braid immediately opened the passenger door.

He stared into the interior, his mouth dropping open as he registered the details, the fact that Andrea was so tightly bound clearly visible.

‘Give us a minute, would you?' Laurie said, calmly smiling.

‘Certainly, madam,' the man said, closing the door again.

Laurie unbuckled the strap around Andrea's elbows, then unlocked the handcuffs. Andrea whimpered as she moved her arms and blood flowed freely again.

Laurie lent forward and opened the door, and the chastened doorman stood to attention but made no attempt to do or say anything as the two women climbed out of the car.

There were four stone steps up to the glass-panelled entrance. The man hurried up them and opened the door for them, saluting as they went inside. Andrea could see him staring at her, no doubt wondering what possessed her to allow herself to be treated in that way. His eyes followed her all the way down the long corridor that led to the restaurant.