Perfect Slave (10 page)

When she opened them again Julia was pulling away from Hawksworth's erection. Andrea saw her swallow, but a pearl of spunk escaped and trickled over her chin.

 

It was difficult to sleep. That was partly to do with the fact that her hands were bound together by padded leather cuffs, which in turn were secured to a metal ring in the wall at the top of the bed. But it was mostly due to the fact that Andrea could not stop her mind from working.

It was two days since she'd seen Charles Hawksworth. Two days and two nights. After her session with Julia she was stripped out of the slip and returned to the small upstairs bedroom for the rest of the night. In the morning Laurie had taken her back to the stable block where she was taken into one of the narrow rooms and given breakfast.

There she was left, naked and alone. Meals were brought to her twice a day, and twice a day she was taken to the bathroom facilities at the far end of the block, where she was allowed to shower and use the toilet.

The only other break in the monotony of the day was the arrival of the woman in the black dress. Putting a concertinaed make-up case on the bed she made-up Andrea's face, attended to her hair and varnished her finger and toenails, and applied rouge to her nipples. The first time this happened Andrea was convinced it was a prelude to being taken to see Hawksworth, but it wasn't. The door remained locked, and no one else came.

At night, though she had no idea at what time, Laurie came to the room, bound her hands in the leather cuffs and secured them to the metal ring. All without a word. The door was locked again and the lights turned out.

The second day followed exactly the same pattern. An hour before Laurie entered her room and bound her hands above her head again, and left without comment.

Andrea had a list of questions she wanted to ask her, but dare not say a word. She knew she was being tested and punished. With nothing to do but sit and think about what had happened she was sure that the master's neglect was a much worse punishment than being bound and whipped. Making her watch Julia giving him pleasure was a punishment too.

She supposed she'd imagined that she and the master would be alone together, and that his ‘training' would be on a one-to-one basis. But now she came to think about it, she realised she should never have made that assumption. Whipping Julia in front of her had been a clear indication that there were other women, other slaves, at the manor. She was just one of many.

In fact that idea did not depress her. She knew, given the chance, that she could show Charles Hawksworth an absolute devotion to submission and obedience as great as any of the other girls. She could be the perfect slave. All she wanted now was another chance to prove herself to her master.

Over and over again she kicked herself for not realising that the way she'd been bound on that first night was a trick, a way of getting her own urges to betray her. If only she had thought about it, if only she'd realised what was going on she might have replaced Julia in the master's bedroom and spent the night with him.

Instead her overweening sexuality, the shock of being in a world where all her deepest fantasies where living, breathing realities, had been too much for her to cope with. If she were honest with herself, she guessed that even if Laurie had told her the truth her intense arousal would have made it impossible not to have an orgasm anyway. Too much had happened to provoke and arouse her, the fact that she'd been blindfolded, turning her mind inwards, further increasing the effect of the bondage and the tight corset.

Fortunately, in Hawksworth's bedroom she'd just managed to hang on, but it had been a very close thing. If he hadn't given her permission she would have been totally unable to stop herself from coming. Hawksworth tapped into a current in her sexuality that ran deeper than even she had realised.

And then there was the effect Julia had had on her. She could still feel the way the girl's fingers had invaded her body. She'd never had any sort of sexual experience with a woman before, and had never cherished notions of having one. There was no denying that the woman's touch amplified and accelerated everything she felt, but she put it down to the overwhelming excitement of the moment rather than any deep lesbian impulse on her part.

The position of her arms pulled her pectorals taut and made her shoulders ache. She had tossed and turned herself into every position to get comfortable, but the pain would not go away. And in the mood of depression she was now in, she welcomed it.

‘Comfortable?'

The door of the narrow room opened, flooding it with light from the corridor. Laurie marched into the room carrying a nylon holdall. She put the light on and closed the door.

‘I asked you a question,' she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

‘No, Ms Angelis.'

‘Good.' The brunette was wearing a tight-fitting cat-suit made from a silky yellow material, with a low V-neck, against which her cleavage strained. It clung to the contours of her body like a second skin, the crotch so tight it had creased into the folds of her labia. Her high-heeled calf-length boots were brown leather.

Laurie reached forward. The central link on the leather cuffs was attached to the metal ring in the wall by a small padlock. She fitted a key in the lock and allowed it to spring free.

‘You may lower your arms.'

Andrea did so. A thousand nerves tingled in protest at their confinement in the same position for so long. Her muscles spasmed, too.

‘Put this on.' She threw a black corset on to Andrea's body. ‘And make it quick.' She took hold of the leather cuff on her right wrist and unbuckled it.

Andrea got to her feet. The corset was made from black lace and had a three-quarter cup bra. As she wrapped it around her body she realised it was as tight as the one she'd been made to wear in the car, and required the same sort of manoeuvres before it could be done up.

Laurie took stockings and ankle boots from the bag. The stockings were sheer and black, the ankle boots black too, with a thin high heel.

Andrea's pulse was racing. Being dressed like this could surely only mean one thing; she was being taken to see her master. As quickly as she could she rolled the stockings up her legs and clipped them into the suspenders, making sure the seam was straight. The suspenders needed adjusting to hold the stockings more tightly, pulling them into peaks on her thighs. She smoothed the nylon with the palms of her hands, eliminating every wrinkle.

‘You seem to be learning,' Laurie said when Andrea had finished.

‘Thank you, Ms Angelis.'

‘Now sit on the bed; I have to do your hair.'

Laurie took a hairbrush and a set of hairpins from the bag, and artfully styled Andrea's hair up into a French plait.

‘Now stand again, and put your hands behind your back.'

Andrea did as she was told, and the brunette re-fastened the leather cuff on her right wrist, then took out an identical pair from the bag. These she wrapped around Andrea's arms just above the elbow, forcing her arms together, making her ease back her shoulders and stick out her chest.

‘That's much better.'

‘Are you taking me to see the master?' The question slipped out. Andrea was just too anxious to know.

‘I've told you about speaking without permission,' Laurie said at once.

‘I'm sorry, Ms Angelis.'

‘So you should be. Now bend over. Touch your forehead to the bed.'

Andrea did as she was told immediately. She could feel Laurie's eyes looking at her buttocks, the lips of her sex pursed between them.

‘No, I think we'll let the master punish you instead. Come on, follow me.'

Oh God, she was going to see the master and the first thing Laurie was going to tell him was that she'd disobeyed again. She wanted to plead with her not to say anything, but that would only make matters worse. How could she have been so stupid?

Laurie walked along the corridor and out into the covered pathway, with Andrea following behind. She still had no idea what time it was, but it was dark and there were stars sparkling in a moonless sky.

In the house Laurie mounted the stairs. She paused outside the double doors to Hawksworth's bedroom and inspected Andrea critically. She used a hand to shape her hair slightly, and wet a finger to remove a smudge of make-up from her cheek. Then she knocked on the door.

‘Come in.'

Laurie opened it, then took hold of Andrea's arm and guided her into the room.

‘Good evening,' Hawksworth said. He was sitting in an oatmeal armchair by the window, the thick curtains drawn across it, his feet up on a matching upholstered stool. He was wearing the dark-blue silk robe and had a glass of brandy in his hand. There was a file on his lap. ‘Bring her here, Laurie, if you would.'

Laurie marched Andrea to the chair. Andrea held her breath, waiting for her to say something.

Hawksworth moved his hand, running it up the outside of Andrea's leg to the top of the stockings. ‘Very pretty,' he said. ‘Open your legs, girl.'

Andrea spread her legs apart. Hawksworth's eyes looked at her sex.

‘Have you masturbated?' he asked, as casually as if he were asking if she'd had a cup of tea.

‘No, master,' Andrea said with total conviction.

‘Good.' He ran his hand higher, until it was an inch away from her sex. His fingers traced around her soft skin. ‘Do you know your sex lips are already wet?'

‘Yes, master.' She hoped that wouldn't be another black mark against her. Surely he didn't expect her to be able to control that?

‘What has caused it?'

‘The thought of seeing you, master,' she said at once.

He smiled. ‘How perfectly charming. Get me another brandy would you, Laurie?' He raised his glass and Laurie took it from him. There was a tantalus on a bow-fronted mahogany chest on the other side of the room, and Laurie walked across to it and poured the amber liquid.

‘Laurie was a slave too, you know,' he went on. ‘Not a very good slave, but she's beautiful, isn't she?'

‘Yes, master,' Andrea agreed truthfully.

Laurie came back to the side of the armchair and gave Hawksworth his brandy.

‘Why don't you show Andrea just how beautiful you are, Laurie?'

Laurie smiled. The cat-suit had a long zip from the apex of the V-neck to the crotch. The brunette pulled it down. She slipped off the ankle boots then pushed the silky material off her shoulders, and wriggled it down her legs. Under the cat-suit she was wearing a strapless bustier white satin bra, its long body cutting right down to her waist, a matching suspender-belt clipped to white stockings with lacy welts, and thong-cut panties. She had large breasts that swelled against the restraint of the bra, but her stomach was completely flat and her waist narrow. Her long legs were contoured by muscle, and her skin was deeply tanned and smooth. She had a small tattoo of a blue butterfly at the top of her left buttock.

At the side of the chair was a pair of white high-heeled satin slippers, their toes decorated with a tuft of boa feather. Laurie slipped her feet into them.

Andrea saw a look pass between her and Hawksworth, and he nodded. Nothing else needed to be said.

Laurie walked to the chest of drawers at the side of the bed. As she stooped to open the top drawer the tiny triangle of satin at the back of the panties was stretched tightly over her oval buttocks. She took something out, and Andrea caught a glimpse of a thin metal chain, as the brunette came up behind Andrea.

‘Begin,' Hawksworth said.

Laurie's right hand came around Andrea's body. Carefully it folded down the lacy bra cups that covered her breasts, tucking them under the flesh so they were still supported. Laurie's fingers tweaked her nipples. They were already jutting out prominently.

‘Let me,' Hawksworth said.

‘Kneel,' Laurie ordered at once, pressing down on Andrea's shoulders.

Andrea sank to her knees a little awkwardly, without her arms to use for balance. Her whole body was trembling, her excitement extreme. For whatever reason Laurie had not told her master about her transgression, and now she could concentrate on showing him exactly how devoted she was to her submission.

‘Keep your legs open,' Hawksworth chided.

Immediately Andrea squirmed her legs apart.

Laurie took his brandy glass and the file from his lap and handed him the chain she'd taken from the bedside drawers. Andrea saw that attached to each end was an odd-looking oval made from flat metal. One end of the oval was attached to the metal chain while the other ended in two little circular pads tipped with some sort of hard plastic, and pressed tightly together face to face. On either side of the oval were two raised metal flanges.

‘Laurie's favourite toy,' Hawksworth said. He leant forward, pushing the footstool away. With his right hand he took hold of Andrea's right breast, while his left pressed the two metal flanges on one of the ovals. As he pressed a series of spring-loaded levers opened the two little pads, and Andrea could see that their inner surface was covered with raised bumps.