Discipline (21 page)

Once Fiona had pinned Chloe’s dark curls up in a sophisticated style, the contrast was even more extraordinary, but Mehrdad had one more finishing touch to add. Carefully he placed a thin black leather collar around her neck, with a leash attached. As soon as it was fastened, he tugged gently on it, pulling her upwards until she was standing.

She stared at her reflection, unable to believe what she was seeing. She was a bizarre and arousing mixture of innocence and sexuality, dark and light, and as Mehrdad stood close behind her she could tell that he was already aroused.

‘Time to go,’ he said huskily, and suddenly she realised that there was no turning back. The moment she’d been both dreading and anticipating for over a week had finally arrived.

CHAPTER

19

M
ehrdad walked ahead of her all the way to the marquee, keeping the leash taut. When he went out through the front door, and she saw all the people walking around on the front lawn, Chloe tried to pull back.

Immediately Mehrdad tugged sharply on the leash, and she was jerked forward. ‘Keep your head up high,’ he whispered. ‘Walk proudly, show them that you’re not ashamed of your body.’

Still Chloe hesitated, her head down as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Carlos watching her, with Livia standing beside him. The Brazilian girl was smiling, and whispering in her lover’s ear. Chloe knew that it was important she didn’t let Carlos down, that she must show him she could be disciplined.

Following Mehrdad round the side of the house and into the marquee at the far end of the enormous back garden, she kept her head high and didn’t look at anyone, concentrating on the feel of the grass beneath her bare feet.

Once inside the tent, she was taken to a raised platform which had an old-fashioned chaise-longue on it, with a tiny pillow at one end. On the floor next to it, she saw
some small glass bottles. As Mehrdad signalled for her to sit down, he looped the end of her leash over a hook set in the back of the chaise-longue. ‘The bottles contain oils and creams that you might want to help you masturbate,’ he explained quietly. Then, without another word, he left her.

Although she was now sitting on the chaise-longue, the leash was long enough to allow her to lie down if she wanted to. Looking about her, and letting her eyes adjust to the relative gloom compared with the bright sunlight outside, she saw that there were already about twenty people in the marquee with her.

It was eerily quiet. A few of the men and women were whispering to one another, but most of them were silent, their gaze fixed on the masked Chloe. She remained sitting, her knees primly together like a schoolgirl’s, and she could feel herself trembling. She didn’t know how to begin.

After a few more minutes, the people in the tent became restless, and started to murmur amongst themselves. Still Chloe sat there. She wanted to begin, to start pleasuring herself, but it was impossible. Then, as she was about to speak, to call out to the onlookers that she wasn’t going to go through with it, she saw Carlos come into the tent.

His bright blue eyes pierced right through her, and she saw him give a small nod, like a secret signal between them. Immediately she felt better. He was there, watching her, supporting her, and she would show him how much he’d taught her and how well she’d learnt the lessons.

Slowly, sensuously, she slipped the straps of the white tunic off her shoulders, looking out over the heads of the watching people until she was staring directly at Carlos. Moistening her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, she then eased the dress down over her hips, and the audience responded with a soft sigh of excitement. Chloe’s breathing
quickened and she wriggled her hips until the dress fell round her ankles. For a brief moment she waited, her gaze still locked on to Carlos, and then she stepped out of the dress and kicked it off the platform. Two men scrambled to pick it up, and she felt a surge of power rush through her as she realised that it was the audience, not her, who were the true slaves.

Reaching down, she picked up a small bottle of scented massage oil and poured some into the palm of her left hand. Then she rubbed her hands together until her fingers were slippery and sensuous, before lying down on her back with her head resting on the small velvet pillow.

Lightly she stroked herself on her shoulders, arms and upper chest, but she deliberately avoided her breasts, and soon they started to ache with need. She’d forgotten the watchers now; all she was concentrating on was the image of Carlos staring at her, judging and assessing her actions and responses.

After a time, when her nipples began to harden, she allowed her slippery fingers to caress the tiny buds, until they were rigid and tight. Her hands played with her breasts, then moved down the sides of her body and across her belly until she began to tremble with the onset of her first climax.

She could hear her own breathing quicken as she rolled her left nipple between the thumb and finger of her right hand, and when she pinched it hard she gave a tiny cry of pain before her carefully tutored body responded with a short, sharp orgasm that made her hips jerk upwards.

Suddenly she heard people talking, their voices shrill and excited, and abruptly she remembered that she wasn’t alone with Carlos; she was in front of a group of total strangers, who were paying to witness her pleasuring herself.

For a time she lay still, and the voices faded away as the tent emptied. Lifting her head, she saw that they had all gone except for Carlos, who was still standing by the entrance, watching her intently.

She stared back at him through the mask, wondering how he felt watching her like this, but then a new group of people started crowding into the tent and soon it was time for her to give herself her second orgasm.

This time she lay on her side, facing them all but with her eyes closed. For the first time she allowed her oiled fingers to move slowly and teasingly around the entrance to her vagina as she bent her top leg to give them all a better view. She didn’t care about the watchers any more; it was all about her and Carlos. Her body’s response was quick, and her clitoris swelled as she gently stroked the surrounding tissue in between sliding her middle finger in and out of herself.

As she felt a pulse start to throb behind her clitoris, she rolled on to her stomach, squeezing her thighs together tightly. This increased the delicious pressure that was building up inside her, and as her excitement grew she started to writhe frantically on the chaise-longue.

Hot flickers of pleasure snaked through her, her fingers worked faster and faster and her whole body grew tight. She was nearly there now, and when she lightly touched the side of the stem of her clitoris she felt her muscles bunch together in a spasm of ecstasy. ‘Yes!’ she cried in delight, and then her orgasm flooded through her and she ground herself against the velvet covering beneath her.

This time the watchers took longer to leave, and she could feel their excitement filling the marquee. Finally, though, it was quiet, and opening her eyes she stared down the length of the tent to where Carlos was standing. He didn’t seem to have moved a muscle, and his face was
expressionless, but she knew the effect she was having on him and this exhilarated her.

By the time the marquee was full for the final time, Chloe was worried that she wouldn’t be able to reach a third climax on her own. When she started to caress herself, her body seemed less responsive, and as she rolled on to her back she remembered what it had felt like when Carlos had taken her from behind, lunging into her rectum with such passionate intensity that the pain had seemed as nothing compared to the pleasure.

The memory was enough to excite her. Now, as she stroked her rounded breasts with one hand while caressing between her thighs with the other, every nerve ending responded immediately. Soon her body was climbing rapidly towards orgasm, and when she dipped her fingers into her own juices and spread them around the soft, delicate tissue of her inner sex lips, she started to moan out loud.

She felt as though a hand was inside her, pulling all her muscles tightly upwards. Images of all the things that she’d done since meeting Carlos flashed through her mind, and with startling speed her pleasure peaked and she cried out at the intensity of the pleasure that swamped her.

For several minutes she continued to groan and whimper, her fingers lightly touching her breasts as she savoured the last dying flickers of her climax, but finally it ended and she forced herself to be still.

Lying with her eyes closed, she was vaguely aware that it was taking even longer for the marquee to empty this time, and the sound of the audience’s excited voices lasted a long time, but finally there was silence. Slowly she opened her eyes, and it was only then that she realised Carlos was standing over her.

‘You seemed to enjoy yourself,’ he said quietly.

Chloe nodded. ‘In a strange way, I did. It was exciting. I felt different, as though I was controlling them.’

Carlos looked amused. ‘You
were
controlling them. You played them very well. Even I was impressed. I told you that through discipline comes a kind of freedom, but that’s something you have to experience for yourself before you can understand it.’

‘I don’t know how I’ll feel now, when strangers start touching me,’ she confessed.

‘You must enjoy yourself, take the pleasure that they give you and revel in it. Allow it to flood through you, savour every moment. Remember, they are the ones on trial. They have to show that they can arouse you as well as you can arouse yourself. Quite a daunting prospect after the demonstration you’ve given them!’

‘Mehrdad says that they’ve each got ten minutes,’ explained Chloe. ‘I hope there aren’t too many of them. I shall be exhausted.’

He shook his head. ‘That won’t happen. Once you’re tired you’ll cease to reach a climax and then the show is over.’

‘The last person to satisfy me is coming to the charity dinner with our group. What if I don’t like them?’

‘Why should you dislike them? If they can give you sexual satisfaction, what could there be to object to?’

‘Lots of things, I imagine. I don’t know. I haven’t thought it through, but—’

Carlos laid a finger against her lips. ‘Hush! It’s time for the second part of the competition. Relax and enjoy it. You mustn’t worry about things you can’t control.’

‘Will you stay here all the time?’ asked Chloe.

‘Most of the time. I must go and find Livia now, while Mehrdad prepares you. So far, I’ve been very proud of you. Don’t disappoint me at this stage.’

Before Chloe could reply, Carlos had gone, and Mehrdad was climbing on to the platform while two men lifted a strange wooden contraption on to the front of it for him to position.

Sitting upright, Chloe felt the collar round her neck tighten. The leash was stopping her from moving forward as far as she wanted to go. As she made a small sound of frustration, Mehrdad looked round at her. ‘Don’t worry, this isn’t as fearsome as it looks. It’s to make things easier for you and the contestants.’

‘What is it?’ asked Chloe nervously, thinking that it looked rather like an old-fashioned set of stocks, but built for two people rather than one.

When Mehrdad had finished fastening it to the platform floor, he caught hold of the end of Chloe’s leash and led her over to it, forcing her right up close.

As her breasts squashed against the framework, she realised why the contraption had two holes, but before she had time to protest, Mehrdad had forced each of her softly rounded globes through them and then rested her chin in a groove on the top of the framework. Next he spread her legs apart, and looping two chains round her ankles, fastened them to the floor. Finally he pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them, so that her breasts jutted through the two holes even more proudly.

Moving round in front of Chloe, Mehrdad examined her carefully. There was a small wooden stool to the side of him, and pulling it across, he sat down on it. Immediately his face was level with Chloe’s imprisoned breasts. He touched the tips lightly before starting to caress her belly and upper thighs.

‘That seems about right,’ he remarked. ‘The stocks reach just below your breasts, which means that all your erogenous zones are accessible to the competitors. With your legs
spread like that it’s perfect. I hope you’re not uncomfortable,’ he added as an afterthought.

‘No, not really, but I feel very exposed,’ said Chloe nervously.

‘That’s the whole idea. You have to be exposed, otherwise how can the competitors bring you to orgasm?’

‘But I feel too vulnerable, it’s frightening,’ whispered Chloe.

Mehrdad gave her a gentle smile. ‘You’re meant to feel frightened, Chloe. It’s what Carlos wanted. He said that it would add an extra dimension to your excitement.’

‘I don’t need an extra dimension. Please, can’t I just lie on the chaise-longue, like I did for the first part?’ begged Chloe, who was starting to tremble with fear.