“Stay!” The initial command was barked out by Weston, followed by, “exactly as you are,” in a more gentle tone. Kate slowly returned to her standing position, facing the door. After only a few seconds, a light knocking announced its imminent opening. When his assistant entered Kate was at a loss to know what to do. The woman had greeted them in the reception area just a few minutes earlier and brought in the tray of refreshments as part of her normal duties. She showed no outward reaction however, when faced with Kate, standing naked in front of a man she had met less than an hour ago. Perhaps it was a common occurrence in that office. Kate was overwhelmed with shame.
Seeing Richard’s astonishment, Weston reassured him. “Miss Edwards has been my assistant for a long time and is fully aware of the affairs which take place in this office.” His remarks were to inform Richard rather than appease Kate. “Okay Grace, you can take her.”
“If you would like to come this way please, Mrs. Adams.” She stepped to one side letting Kate pass. Stunned, Kate meekly complied. Miss Edwards followed and closed the door.
As soon as the two women departed, Weston moved to the large oak bureau and opened the double doors. It housed a large flat screen television which burst into life at the push of a button. He turned his seat slightly to gain a more comfortable view of the screen which showed an empty office not dissimilar to Weston’s own.
Kate walked ahead of Miss Edwards, very conscious of her naked body on display to the woman; she tried to walk with as much dignity as possible.
“Take the next door on the left,” came the instruction from behind. A few paces more and Kate drew level with the door, eased the handle down and entered, thankful that there were no people present. The room was decorated in a similar manner to that of Weston’s office but appeared to function more as a library than a working office. Three of the walls were lined with bookshelves full of old books, mainly sets similar to the ones seen in the offices of lawyers. They were probably part of the decoration rather than functional. A large leather sofa, a small writing table and a high ladder-back chair were the only furniture to be seen.
“Kneel on the mat facing the window.” Miss Edwards instructed. Her voice was calm and gentle, friendly even, which for some reason Kate found to be quite unnerving, but, without a hint of hesitation she moved to the small round mat and did as instructed.
Richard watched with fascination as the large screen showed a naked woman entering the room and follow an instruction to kneel on the mat. Kate, his Kate, was allowing herself to be manipulated by the strangers.
“Richard, for Catherine to get what she wants from this you must play your part in her training. As well as her willingness we need your approval to treat her in any manner necessary if she’s to become the person she craves to be. Do you think we have both?”
“I wouldn’t consider myself to be a meek and mild person by any means and when necessary I’m as forceful as the next man. But, I find it very difficult to take on that role with Kate. We’ve tried, in a mild sort of way, but I just can’t be as forceful with her as she’d like, I love her.”
“But the real question is, can you cope with seeing that role carried out by others?”
“I’m sure that I can. Since we went to see Elizabeth and Robin we’ve talked a lot about their relationship, and I think, have come to the conclusion that I can’t do for Kate what Robin does for Elizabeth, it’s just not in me. But the thought of seeing her being used by other people does fill me with a fascination and excitement which has surprised even me. Actually, the thought of seeing her being used as you’ve described today sounds quite appealing.”
“I’m glad to hear it. It seems that we’re all eager for this to work. Both halves of a couple taking part is much better than the situation we sometimes get where the husband gives his consent to the wife’s participation but remains inactive himself. More often than not it doesn’t last long. Jealousy and mistrust come to the forefront causing problems.
But, in this case, if you like, we can work together, without her knowledge, to give her the sort of experience she’s craving.”
“Yes, that sounds fine.”
“As a group, we have a vast amount of experience in training slaves and, as your situation isn’t unusual, we also have experience with coaching partners who are less experienced.”
Richard was thoughtful for a few moments before asking a question. “Due to work commitments, I spend a fair bit of time on business trips aboard, will that be a problem.”
“Mostly we prefer the slave’s partner to be present as it adds to their humiliation, but, due to modern technology, distance is no longer an obstacle. If you want to we can arrange for you to be linked in to see what’s happening to her, and we’ll make sure that she knows she’s being watched.”
“That’ll be great, thank you.”
“I’m glad we’re in agreement, Richard. But could I just clarify one point? While we’re agreeing not to interfere in your marriage, you must in return agree not to interfere with her training. There will be times when she has things done to her or is forced to do things which she finds difficult or even distasteful. Remember that it’s part of her fantasy, she wants to be forced to do those things however humiliating and unpleasant they are and you’ll have to resist the urge to intervene. When you’re on your own with her, you can of course try to persuade her to put an end to the whole thing.”
“That sounds reasonable. It’ll take some willpower but for her sake I’m willing to try.”
Weston nodded his acceptance of Richards commitment and his gaze returned to the screen in front of them, showing Kate still kneeling, alone on the mat in the centre of the room.
“Ah good, I see things are ready here, so let’s find out.”
Kate had no idea of the length of time she’d been kneeling in the same position, waiting. Countless thoughts had passed through her mind and forced her to lose track of time. She went over the days events so far and confirmed that it was what she wanted, to feel controlled, and owned.
Despite her fear and the tension she could feel the excitement working away between her legs, but resisted touching herself to confirm it. Turning her fantasies into reality was just around the corner, she was determined to do her part to achieve it. Her thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the door opening. No footsteps could be heard on the thick carpet, however much she strained her ears. She sensed the approach of a person before seeing male feet in front of her, bare male feet. Raising her head slowly she scanned the legs to knee height where a white silk bathrobe came into view. Continuing up she saw the young man standing before her. Early twenties she guessed, not what she would call handsome but far from unpleasant, medium build and clean shaven.
Miss Edwards spoke. “Thank you Eric.” Taking the statement as some form of command the young man released the cord of his robe and drew the sides apart, holding them behind his back. He may not be the most handsome lad but she could see why he had been chosen for the role. He was a big boy.
Kate became aware that she had instantly compared his size to that of Richard, bringing her thoughts back to reality. What would Richard think about her kneeling naked in front of a stranger.
“Suck him Mrs. Adams.” Although it was expected, the bizarre order shocked Kate. She spun her head round and looked at Miss Edwards in confusion. She confirmed that Kate had heard correctly. “You’re to suck him, please do it now.” For a brief moment she considered refusing but she knew that she had to pass their little test.
Raising her hands she took hold of the young man. As she closed her fingers around him she felt it grow and stiffen. While slowly moving her hands back and forth she took it into her mouth closing her lips over the head, feeling the warm, hard flesh against her tongue. He tasted fresh and clean she thought, as she commenced the task.
After working her mouth and hands on the young man for what seemed like sufficient time to show her willingness to obey the order, she stopped and turned to Miss Edwards.
“All the way,” was the only response to her unasked question.
Richard kept his eyes on the screen as his wife was ordered to take the stranger into her mouth. He watched her do for the young man what she had done for him numerous times before. He should have been feeling guilty; he should have been rushing in there and stopping his wife from disgracing herself. But those thoughts didn’t cross his mind, he was proud of her. She had such determination that she was debasing herself in pursuit of her dream. He felt no jealousy, the beautiful woman was performing an intimate act on a stranger, but she belonged to him, her lucky husband. He watched her excitement rising as she brought her task to a conclusion. She wouldn’t want him to stop her.
As she felt the fluid fill her mouth Kate swallowed and released him from her grip. Part of her considered whether she’d gone too far while the other part was alive with excitement and elation at what she’d done. As the thrill subsided reality hit home: she would have to confess her wrong-doing to Richard.
As the young man closed his robe and left Kate turned to Miss Edwards, the woman who’d stood and watched–a witness to her depravity. What did she think of Kate’s behaviour? What exactly was her role in all this? The woman gave nothing away.
“Follow me please,” she said, before leading her back to Weston’s office. On entering, Kate kept her head lowered. The excitement and lust had passed, leaving her with only the shame. What would Richard think of her? As she looked up she saw the screen and the horror struck her–they’d been watching. At least she wouldn’t have to face the trial of a confession. She looked at Richard who gave her a smile, reached down and passed her a napkin from the coffee tray.
“You might like to wipe your face,” he said. God she loved that man.
“Thank you Catherine,” Weston said, “I think we can safely say that you’ve shown your commitment to join us and your willingness to obey, however humiliating, well done. Whilst you were away Richard and I have been having a little chat and it seems that we’re thinking along the same lines with regard to your future. You can get dressed now.”
“Thank you.”
While Kate dressed Weston gave them more information. “I’d just like to clarify Catherine that the act you just performed was totally safe from the health aspect. All members and employees of the foundation face regular health checks, as indeed will both of you. We would never put you in a situation where there was any such risk. Secondly the deed was recorded and will be securely stored for our protection. This is standard practice at this stage: if an applicant decided not to go ahead and try to claim that they were in anyway forced into their actions we will have evidence to the contrary.
“Now the next stage will be for you to sign a contract, which will effectively make you the property Oakham. That commitment is not something you should take lightly. I’m sorry to labour the point but I want to make very clear what that means. You will then have time to consider what it will mean to you and your lives. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” They replied in unison.
“Very well, the consequences of signing are that we will be your owners, you will be our property, and, as with any other property we will be free to loan you out for whatever purpose. Next, you have no say in what happens on your journey. If you don’t like the sound of a task you’re given you’ll do it anyway. That will save you a lot of pain and regret. You’ll also have to accept that there’s a strong possibility that other people will find out what you’re doing. In fact some of the tasks you’ll be given will require other people to be involved. No doubt they’ll judge you and you must learn to live with their contempt, or of course it may be envy. The possibility of exposure hit Kate like a train. Her friends or even family may become aware of her chosen path, how would she deal with that? She became quite stirred at the thought; a feeling of prowess came over her. She would be achieving what she craved where many of them wouldn’t have the nerve to try. Yes she could cope with exposure.
Weston stood up from his desk. “Well that seems to be it for the time being. You two now need to go away and decide whether this is what you want or not. If you have any further questions please contact Grace. We’ll give you a couple of days to make your decision.”
That seemed to bring the meeting to a natural conclusion. After exchanging pleasantries and shaking Richard’s hand, Weston kissed the back of Kate’s hand telling her he hoped she chose her destiny wisely. As he accompanied them through the reception area Kate couldn’t avoid coming into contact with Miss Edwards who again showed the same respect she would for any other client, bidding them goodbye and stating her pleasure in meeting them. What a remarkable job description that woman must have, Kate thought.
10
The ride home started out as an unsettling experience for Kate. She sat quietly, filled with doubt, stuck in one of the troughs of her emotional roller-coaster. Richard seemed quiet too, perhaps he regretted letting things go so far and pondered over how to stop it. Perhaps he’d concluded that she was no longer the woman he married, and thought he loved. The silence was oppressive.
“I enjoyed seeing you made to do that,” was the phrase that broke the awful silence. Kate nearly caused an accident as she flung her arms around his neck.
“Oh Richard, thank god you’re OK with it, I dreaded you’d think me such a slut.”
“Oh I do, but I’m very proud of my slut,” he joked. The relief of knowing she had Richard’s blessing was unbelievable.
“I enjoyed seeing you being made available like that, and I think that we can safely assume that the young man enjoyed it too.”
“Richard, if I’d done that behind your back, as an affair, I’d be mortified. I’d hate myself. I didn’t enjoy doing it for him either, I enjoyed being told to do it. You know I enjoy doing things for you, whatever you want, but it’s out of love for you. This is different. I want to have to do things because I’m told to, made to. And if I don’t know the people or even if I don’t like them, it’s more of a turn on.”
“God you’re weird.”
“I love you too.”
“This last week has been the most bizarre of my life.” Richard mused. “I’ve been to dinner with your naked friend and now seen you satisfy some young boy, just because a man you met less than an hour before told you to, oh, and you did it in front of his secretary.”
“We have been busy haven’t we?”
“To be honest Kate, at the restaurant, when you told me what you wanted to do, I didn’t think anything would come of it, that it wasn’t possible, and even if it was that you’d chicken out. But I think today you’ve shown how important this is to you, and I don’t think that you’ll want to stop.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“I didn’t know how far you’d go with this, but seeing you used like that took me by surprise. It was a real turn on. And even more surprising I didn’t have the feelings of jealousy I thought I would.” He paused for a moment then said, “Do you know what the best bit was?”
“What?”
“The look on your face when he told you to strip. It was priceless.”
“Well, wouldn’t you be shocked, bloody hell, it was an office in the middle of the day.”
“But you did it, you were great–my hero.” There was a pause in the conversation as Kate went thoughtful.
“Richard”
“What?”
“Do my lips, you know, those lips, really stick out, and show a lot, more than other women I mean?” Richard started to laugh. “I’m serious, you idiot, tell me.”
“Well, I’ve had limited experience to collect and collate sufficient and relevant data to draw meaningful conclusions.” Richard quoted from ‘work speak’. “So I just guess you’ll have to take his word for it. He seems to be the one who has a succession of female parts pass through the office, and judging by the lack of reaction from his assistant, I’d say it was on a regular basis.”
“So you think you’d like to carry on with what we’ve started then?” Kate asked the question cautiously, dreading a negative response.
“From what I’ve seen and how I’ve felt about it so far, yes, we could give it a while longer, see how things pan out.”
“You do love me don’t you?”
“Is this one of those woman things? If you loved me enough you wouldn’t want me to do it, and, if you loved me enough you wouldn’t stop me from doing it. The no win male quandary? You know I love you.”
“But is it enough to let these people use me and control me?”
They pulled the car onto the forecourt in front of their beautiful home. Back in familiar surroundings, the afternoons events seemed to be part of a dream world rather than reality. The 4 miles to Weston’s office seemed a world away and the hour since the test, a lifetime. They made their way through the front door to be greeted by Oscar, faithful Oscar who’d adopted them a little over 3 years ago. The skinny but cute black cat appeared one day, made himself at home, and never left. Richard wasn’t so sure about adopting him but Kate could relate to a lost soul, so he stayed. As he curled himself around Kate’s legs she scooped him up and nuzzled him into her neck, kissed the top of his head and took him into the kitchen to the treat cupboard. Satisfied with his titbits Kate put him down.
“Do you fancy a coffee, Richard?”
“I’d love one, but I’ll see to it if you want to get changed.”
Returning downstairs in her joggers and sweat top Kate felt much more relaxed and composed. The smell of the coffee was alluring.
“You never got to answer my question; do you want to let these people use me and control me?”
Richard picked up his coffee and took a long gulp. He set the cup down a little too firmly and spilt some onto the saucer.
“I love you deeply and want you to have the opportunity to do this thing, and find what it is you’re looking for. But, my hesitation about going ahead is because I’m not convinced that you’ve been honest with yourself. Can you honestly say that you’ve thought about what it will be like, to do the sort of things that Elizabeth and Robin described? Could you face being punished–severely? I mean could you stand the physical side which would be very different from how you envisage it as part of a fantasy? Are you sure that you know what you’d be agreeing to?”
“I’ve tried to figure out what it would be like, but I suppose it’s impossible to know without experiencing it. It’s easy to say beforehand that I could do it but when it came to it I might not be able to stand it, but that’s part of the adventure, the step into the unknown and finding out. I want to see if I can do it, but I promise, that if you find it too much we’ll put an end to it, you’re more important to me than my egotistic fantasies.”
“Right then, what I think we should do,” Richard said, “is nothing until Thursday. If we both feel the same way, after having a few days to mull it over, we’ll go ahead, agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Richard could see from the gleam in her eyes that was exactly what Kate wanted to hear. She’d glimpsed a hidden world which previously had only existed in her fantasies. She’d had an enticing experience of a reality, a possible future which could be hers, and didn’t want to let it evade her. Only she needed to hear it from Richard she needed to hear definitive confirmation that she could proceed, and now she had.
Kate finished her coffee, stood and went round to Richard. “I love you.” She kissed him. “I’m going to take a bath, see you in a while.”
Sitting alone in the Kitchen, Richard poured himself another coffee and cast his mind back over the unimaginable events. His biggest fear was the prospect of losing Kate, of losing her love. He vowed to give Kate her dream for the time being, unsure if his fortitude could match his determination. He knew from watching her in that room, pleasuring the young man, when he saw her shift beyond compliance and advance into enthusiasm, he knew that part of her had moved on, taken a step into her dream and he couldn’t risk letting her make the uncertain journey alone. He needed to be there; keeping her safe. He’d tried to make her realise how hard it would be. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen to her during the course of the adventure but he knew she wanted to find out, and he couldn’t provide that experience for her. He had to hand her over to these people, who could satisfy her needs, or she would always regret never finding out, and it would be his fault. He wished she would understand how serious the consequences of her decision could be. She would be changed forever–they would be changed forever–that much was for certain.
11
The following morning as Richard headed to his office, Kate and Oscar decided to lie in for another half hour. After which she felt unable to justify her laziness any longer and begrudgingly forced herself out out of bed and straight into her workout routine. Even though she didn’t feel like it she reasoned that if people were going to scrutinise her body as they had the previous day she needed to be even more vigilant at keeping it in the best shape possible.
The clanging of the bell alerted Helen to her arrival at the gallery. Engrossed on the telephone she gave Kate a wave and a thumbs up gesture before continuing her conversation. While waiting for her to finish, Kate wandered around the gallery admiring the exhibits, remembering back to last Mondays opening and feeling pleased with how the business was developing. At the far end she turned and looked along the length of the space. Helen sat at the desk midway along one side of the room.
Kate knew she was fortunate to have her best friend working with her. Meeting her at a social function you would assume her to be the young executive rather than the Personal Assistant. The qualities she brought to the job made her invaluable: university educated, well-spoken and worldly wise. Nothing was too much trouble, she was adaptable, innovative and open to change, all rare and valuable qualities.
But, Kate thought, she was also hard to figure out. A little younger at thirty five, slim and attractive, not in a pretty way, more in a captivating way. People wanted to be around her, men in particular, she was good company. But, it was her independence Kate admired the most. She had boyfriends but the relationships never seemed to last for long–mainly through Helen’s choosing–and there were never emotional problems following the parting. She certainly enjoyed the physical side of those relationships but didn’t seem to need or want the involvement or the commitment that went with them.
Helen was happy with her own company, had her own flat, a close circle of friends and a happy life. She had no family that Kate had ever met but she did once mention having an Aunt living somewhere in Kent.
“Guess who that was,” she said, turning off the telephone.
“I give in, who was that?”
“Ray Burrows.” Helen informed her, in a manner which implied that it was good news.
“And who’s Ray Burrows?”
“He’s the Australian guy who was at the opening last week. He was interested in those three abstract landscapes, remember?”
“Oh I remember, yes. I didn’t speak to him much but I saw you sweet talking him, and enjoying it from what I saw.”
“And it was well worth it as it happens. He’s just confirmed that he’s going to buy all three and will transfer the payment today. I’ve just given him the account details.”
“Well done you. I’d better go and lock the door, keep the head hunters out,” Kate quipped.
“No need for that, I can’t leave. It would come out that I’m fiddling the books and stashing away thousands ready for my early retirement.”
“OK, I’ll leave it open then.”
“Anyway don’t think that I’ve forgotten where you went yesterday, I’m going to make two teas then I want to hear all about it, right?”
“Right.”
After a few minutes Helen returned, carrying a tray with two teas and a packet of Kate’s favourite biscuits; chocolate digestives.
“Now, you don’t get a biscuit if there’s any hint of not telling me everything, or any half-truths.”
“Well there’s not much to tell really.”
“The packet stays sealed.”
“OK, but you’re not to judge or be disgusted.”
“Disgusted? What on earth did you do?”
Kate relayed the story in sufficient detail to shock Helen. Despite seeing her eyes getting wider and her jaw getting lower she stuck it out until she had concluded the sordid tale.
“Have a biscuit.” Was all she could manage to say until the reality of what she’d heard had sunk in.”
“You mean you gave some young lad a blow job as part of an interview?” She was incredulous.
“I want this so badly Helen and doing that isn’t such a big deal.”
“Kate, what’s the matter with you? You can’t do things like that because some arrogant sod tells you to,” Helen said, getting more and more disturbed at the thought of her friend going along with someone else’s bizarre agenda.
“He told me to yes, but I could have said no. That makes me responsible, not him. It was my choice to do it. To him it was just a test. And anyway, being told to do it took the guilt away from me. I bet there’s stuff you’d like to do if there were no consequences or feelings of guilt.”
“I don’t understand, why now, I mean, what’s changed?”
“Nothing, that’s the whole point. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted this. I’ve fantasised about being restrained and used; treated like a slave. What’s changed is that I’ve got the opportunity to do it for real, and I don’t want to let it slip away.”
“But Kate it’s demeaning to women. Being taken and used like that…its…well…its degrading.”
“I know and I agree with you. Its good news that we’re more equal to men these days but this is different. Equality is a modern thing, and something decided by society, what I’m doing is a natural thing, it’s inside of me: I was born with it. My natural urge is to want to submit myself to these things, and not do what society has decided is morally acceptable.”
“So even after seeing what they’re capable of you’re going to go ahead?”
“We’re leaving it until Thursday to decide, but for all intents and purposes, we already have and we’re going to give it a go. Richard has said that as long as I’m in no real danger and can cope with what’s done to me then he’s OK with it. And as long as they respect and value me I’m happy to obey their rules and demands. The shame, humiliation and pain which will no doubt come with it, is the price I’ll have to pay. Then she added, “I hope.”
“What if they go too far, make you do something you just don’t want to do?”
“You don’t know what it’s like to have these feelings or how strong they are. One day you might, then you’ll surprise yourself at what you’ll do or how far you’ll go to satisfy them. It’s exciting and rewarding.”
“Kate, I know whether I’m satisfied or not, and I don’t have to suck a stranger to prove it to anybody.”
“No, but you might want to prove it to yourself, and that’s the real value of it.”
“Well we’re not talking about me; you’re the one who’s selling your sole to the devil.”
“Well, not really, there hasn’t been any mention of a fee.” They both burst into laughter with Helen shaking her head in disbelief. When she gained control of herself she turned to Kate.
“Kate, I don’t think you know what you’re getting into, but I do respect your bravery. I really admire you for going after what you want even knowing the price you’ll have to pay. Just promise me one thing; if you’re not happy with how things are going you’ll come and tell me and we’ll sort it together, I couldn’t bear to see you unhappy.”
“Oh Helen, I love you, I’ll be fine, I promise.” She gave her friend a long and forceful hug, endorsing how lucky she was to have her.
12
Tempted by the warm, mid-August evening they sat in the garden while they discussed the final decision they had to make. The normality of the surroundings, the faint sound of distant traffic and a variety of bird songs combined with the smells and sounds of a neighbour’s barbecue made their conversation all the more aberrant. Sipping their chilled white wine they had to confirm whether to go ahead.
“So it’s decision time, are you going to do it?” Richard pushed.
“It’s what I want, but I have fears.”
“That’s natural, knowing what’s involved.”
“No you don’t understand, I have a fear of failing. I have a fear of letting you down, letting myself down, even of letting them down. What if I’m not as brave as I think I am? What if I’m too weak to stand the punishment, too arrogant to obey orders or too repulsed to go along with the sort of sex they might want. In the cold light of day I’m not sure that I’m strong enough to be able to go through with it.”
“Kate, if we all avoided doing things because of a fear of failing the world would be in a sorry state. You say no to this because you don’t want to do it, not because you might not be able to see it through. You’re strong willed and tough, I don’t doubt you can see it through, if you choose to give it a go.”
“Thank you. You’ve more faith in me than I have. Are you still for going ahead?”
“I have concerns, naturally, it’s a big step handing over your wife to be used by strangers. Are the risks worth taking? I’d say yes, they are. But it’s you who has to be sure Kate, it’s you who’ll face this more than me, but if you’re sure, we’ll do it.”
“I’m certain, let’s do it.”
They raised their glasses in celebration.
Richard went inside and sent the Email confirming their intention to go ahead. Within a few minutes the Email was returned with an attachment which he opened and printed out. In the garden Kate was pouring more wine for them both.
“These people must be on duty 24 hours a day. The contract came almost straight away. I’ve printed out a copy.” He handed the paper to Kate. “You’re the lawyer, you’d best check it.”
“Crikey, that’s quick, let’s see.” Kate read the sheet. It was short, very short. You basically stated your intention to hand yourself over to them without reservation. There were no details of duties, no terms and conditions, nothing to negotiate and no get out clause. When she had finished reading she looked up.
“What do you think?” Richard asked.
“There’s an absence of words but an abundance of meaning; listen.”
“I Catherine Adams, hereby certify that I agree to become a slave of Oakham. I will make myself available at the times designated to be used in whatever way may be required. I acknowledge that my body will become the property of Oakham to be used by them and any person or persons they may designate–and then I sign the bottom.”
“And that’s it?” Richard took the paper to read it for himself.
“What else is there?” she said, “I don’t need my lawyer hat on to see that it covers pretty much everything.”
“Yes, I suppose it does. very clever. The covering email said to arrange when we can go to see Graham Weston for the signing.”
“Do you think I should put more clothes on this time, just in case”
“I would do just as he says, and don’t give him any lip.” It took a split second for Kate to get his terrible joke.
13
Walking into the reception area and seeing Grace Edwards caused memories of her last visit to flood back. The woman had watched her kneel naked in front of a stranger and give him oral sex. She greeted them both in a friendly and polite manner, so Kate had to assume that her wanton behaviour was routine for the establishment.
“Please come straight through, Mr. Weston’s ready for you,” she said.
Once reacquainted with the familiar office interior, Kate blushed as her shame returned. Weston rose from his chair and introduced the other gentleman present.
“Richard, Catherine, how nice to see you again. This is Andrew Bevan, from our legal department. He’s here to make sure that things are as watertight as they can be. Over to you Andrew.”
“Thank you Graham. Catherine, are you aware that the purpose of this meeting is for you to sign a contract of ownership between you and Oakham?”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“Before the signing I must explain the nature of the agreement. Slavery is of course illegal in law therefore what we have here is a legal document outlining your consent to be part of these activities. Its purpose is to protect Oakham and its members from the possibility of facing charges should you have second thoughts and leave. It confirms that you’re giving your consent now, ahead of time, to practises which in the future may be construed as non-consensual. Once you sign the contract, you become, for all intents and purposes the property of Oakham, and as such they have the right to do with you as they please and with your full consent. Do you understand?”
“Yes” Kate replied in a barely audible voice. She understood all right, which was the reason for the rapid heartbeat she could feel thudding in her chest, the sweaty palms and the moisture between her legs. Oh yes, she understood.
“Now as with your previous visit, and for the same reasons, this part of our conversation will be recorded.”
My god, she thought, even he knew of her disgraceful behaviour.
“Please read aloud from the paper and face the screen.” Kate took the paper from him, turned and started to read.
“I Catherine Adams am here of my own free will to sign the document which will make me a slave of Oakham. I understand that the document gives free use of my body to Oakham and its members, to use in any manner they wish or to transfer that use to others of their choosing. I understand that, as a slave, there will be no limits to the use of my body. I am not being forced into this agreement and do so of my own freewill.”
Bevan took the paper from her. “Now, please sign the document.” Kate saw the official version of the document sent to them previously. With a shaking hand she put her signature just above her neatly printed name.
She looked at Richard; his smile was his signature: his agreement for her to go ahead.. They both knew the enormity of the step they’d just taken, and that excited her beyond all her expectations but also brought back those doubts.
“Well, that would seem to conclude the matter from my point of view,” Bevan announced, “so I’ll get back to the office and see what disasters have befallen the group.”
“Thank you again Andrew, I’ll be in touch shortly about the other matter we discussed.”
“OK, I’ll see myself out.”
“Actually I must be going as well if there’s nothing else you need me for,” Richard said. “Is that OK with you Kate?”
“Sure, that’s fine, I’ll see you later.”
The two men left together chatting about how busy the traffic might be.
“Grace, would you join us please?” Weston called over the intercom. “Well Catherine, that’s a big step and I must say that I’m looking forward to seeing how your future unfolds, very much indeed.” Grace Edwards joined them. “Ah, Grace, we need to cover the formalities here with Catherine, our newest acquisition.”
Grace pulled up a chair and joined them around the oak low table.
“The first point I want to get across to you is the importance and value of communication. This isn’t going to work well unless we’re honest with each other. You need to let us know what you want from this just as we will obviously tell you what we want. As time goes on you’ll form opinions of us, about the way we treat you and when we use you. You’re free to give those opinions and we’ll value them, whatever they are. Calling your abusers all the names you can think of won’t offend them, just as informing us of your fears and grievances won’t stop us using you as we intend but it may help us to modify and enhance your experience.”
He paused for a moment as if to let Kate absorb the information. “We’ll also be in close contact with Richard, as he’ll be a valuable asset in your training. Any questions so far?”
“I don’t think so; it all seems pretty clear, thank you.”
Weston continued. “You’ll also need this mobile telephone. Thank you Grace. It’s for your use with group matters. Through it you’ll receive messages or calls pertaining to your duties. There are numbers which you may need already in there, for example the taxi company we have a contract with. You may of course use any other if there’s a problem or they’re not available. They’ve served our needs for a number of years and are, shall we say, sympathetic to our ways and are not shocked to have marked and naked females in the back seat.”
He took a sheet of paper from his desk. “If you’d like to sign this, we’ll get a credit card in your name to cover any expenses when engaged in group activities.” Kate was impressed with the whole set up. These people had it all covered.
“Grace would you like to take Catherine to do the photograph for her profile?”
“Certainly, if you’d like to come with me please.” As they left the room, Kate felt a lot more comfortable than last time, mainly because she was still dressed. They went through the reception area and into a side office which was far more functional and less opulent than the two areas she had visited previously. This, she assumed to be Miss Edward’s office.
Away from Weston, Grace appeared to be more relaxed giving Kate the nerve to break the ice and ask questions. “How long have you worked here Miss Edwards?”
“Please, there’s no need to be so formal with me, I’m not in the same position over you as the others, call me Grace.” Kate was relieved to be able to use her first name and not have to be so formal; she was warming to the woman more and more. “And to answer your question, for about seven years now.”
“So, you enjoy your job then?” Kate asked with a smile and a conniving expression on her face.
“Yes I do; lots of variety, never a dull moment and good perks.” She smiled.
“Anyway we’d better get this done.” She took a tape measure from the draw and with no explanation for doing so, she measured the size of Kate’s wrist, “You need to undress, but keep your shoes on.” Kate hoped they had a good heating system if she would be visiting in the winter, being naked seemed to be a requirement. She calmly cooperated and undressed. Grace picked up the telephone and called a number. She could only hear one side of the conversation.
“Hello, Alan? Grace. We will need that band. Yes, she’s here now. 16 centimetres, so medium I think. Yes that’s it, 73. 10 minutes? OK I’ll be waiting.” Then she put the phone down.
By then Kate had undressed and was waiting very self-consciously by the desk. Opening another drawer Grace took out a rather expensive looking camera.
“Right, if you’d like to stand against that wall,” indicating the only large, blank wall in the room, “and face me, put your feet on the marks.” Kate looked down to see two black dots about 18 inches apart, stuck to the carpet. She spread her feet out to reach them. “And put your hands behind your head. Oh, wait a minute, we need your number.” Grace took a card from her desk and stuck it to the wall behind Kate. “Right here we go, don’t smile, just try to look natural.” Fat chance thought Kate, I’m naked, standing with feet apart, hands behind my head to push my boobs out and about to have my picture taken to be displayed God knows where, yes I’ll try and look natural.
Grace took two shots and then pressed buttons on the back of the camera to see the results. “Yes, that looks fine, well done. You can get dressed now.” Just as she was finishing buttoning up her jacket a buzzer sounded in the reception area.
“Excuse me one moment.” Grace said before leaving. She returned a minute later holding a brown paper envelope which, Kate could see had 73 written on the front.
They both returned to Weston’s office. “All done Grace?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so, the picture looks fine.”
“Excellent.”
“Has the package arrived?”
“Yes, a courier just brought it over from the workshop.”
“Wonderful, Catherine, if you’d like to come over here please, we’ll see how it looks.” Kate went over to the desk as Weston opened the package and took out some metallic items.
“This, Catherine is the symbol of your slavery. If I could have your wrist please.” She held out her right arm. “No, this goes on the left hand; you’ll see the significance in a moment.” As he was talking he picked up the items to show her. “These two parts join together to form a bracelet. Note the catches, here look, they have fine teeth down the side so that they lock into place making it impossible to remove. The only way to get it off is to have it ground off by a jeweller. You’ll also note the chain and ring. These are also welded to the band. Now, let’s get you fitted.”
“The ring goes on the same finger as a wedding ring,” he said. Kate saw the significance. “Then we can clip the two halves of the band together, like so.” When he had completed the task Kate looked at her hand, it was actually quite attractive. The stainless steel band fit snugly around her wrist and a thin chain led down to her ring finger where it joined a stainless steel ring. Kate hadn’t noticed before that the front of both were engraved with the number 73.
“You’ll also note that it’s impossible to take the ring off, making it hard to hide the bracelet and therefore your status from those who know its meaning. When you’ve completed your training and are equipped with the necessary skills to carry out your duties you’ll be available for use by members. Anybody who recognises the bracelet–having shown you evidence of membership–will have the right to use you, and you’ll obey their orders. Failure to do so will result in severe punishment.”
“May I ask when I’ll be trained, and how?”
“Certainly, we currently engage the services of three trainers, which one you’ll be assigned to will be decided after we check on their availability. You’ll be informed as soon as we know.”
“I see.”
“Well, unless you have any further questions, it seems that our business here is complete.”
“Err, no, I think I’ve got enough to be going on with for now.”
On the journey home Kate was exhilarated and proud. She was a real slave. Every few minutes she looked at the band on her wrist, the physical evidence of her status. While on the tube she glanced around at the anonymous faces wondering if anybody would recognise it and acknowledge its significance, of course non did.
As soon as she walked through front door Oscar made it quite clear that, at the present time, his food was the most important thing in the world. After making a fuss of him, and telling him about the bracelet and its meaning, Kate took him through to the kitchen to satisfy his demands for food.
“Kate,” are you back?” She heard Richard call from the hallway.
“I am not a name, I am a number,” she called back.
“What are you talking about?” he said, giving her a kiss.
“That quote from The Prisoner, you know, the big ball on the beach and all that. Well, now I’m the opposite; I’m number 73, look.” She proudly showed the bracelet and ring, fixed to her wrist.
“You hussy you, well done. You’ve really done it haven’t you. I’m not so much pleased for you as really proud that my beautiful wife had the courage to do it, very proud. I don’t think I’d be brave enough, however much I wanted it. Come here you.” He gave her a bear hug, lifting her off her feet.
14
The café was quite busy for a Monday. Kate and Helen had arrived a little later than usual due to a group of Japanese tourists electing to visit the gallery just as they were about to close and you just can’t afford to turn customers away. Although, whether they could be classed as customers would be in doubt–customers buy things. The closest that group got to owning an artwork was taking it in turns to have their photos taken standing in front of the exhibits. They were nice enough though, and left the gallery full of gratitude and vigorous head nodding as they backed out of the door. Kate and Helen couldn’t stifle their laughter as they closed the gallery.
Even ‘their table’ was taken so they had to make do with second best.
“What time’s Melissa getting here?”
“I don’t know,” Helen told her, “so you have plenty of time to tell me all about Friday, did you sign up?”
“Yes, look,” Kate showed her the bracelet, “it’s fixed, won’t come off.”
“You’ve told me all about them and what they can do to you, but I still don’t see why you’re willing to do this, and even more surprising why Richard will let you.”
“I’ve told you about the needs, desires and all that stuff, but what we’ve found already is that we feel closer, you know, there’s a sort of thrill from having this secret that’s our private thing. Richard says he feels a sort of inner pride when we’re in company. If he sees a man looking at me he thinks, if only they knew.”
“Hmm. Are we ordering now or waiting for Melissa?”
“No need to wait, here she is.” Kate said.
“Hi you two, everything OK?”
“We’re fine, how about you?
“Good, good, shall I go and order? Do you want the usual or are you two going to be daring and adventurous.” Kate and Helen looked at each other and couldn’t help laughing.
“What’s up, with you two? What did I say?”
“Nothing, sorry Melissa, that was very rude, Helen’s just being childish.”
Melissa returned after a few minutes with a tray containing the three lunches, holding it out to Helen who took her allocation and then moved on to Kate.
“Hey Kate, that’s a cool bracelet, where’d you get that?” Kate hadn’t thought about the situation arising and didn’t have a credible reply prepared. Flustered, she looked to Helen for help. None was forthcoming.
“What is it with you two today? What’s going on?” Helen continued to wait, looking at Kate with raised eyebrows, silently questioning whether she should spill the beans to Melissa.
“Oh, go on then.” Kate said, resigning herself to the inevitable, “she’ll only carry on until she gets some gossip.” The development pleased Helen, thinking she would have an ally in Melissa to help dissuade Kate from pursuing the whole thing.
“You should tell her, you’re the one doing it.”
“Doing what?” begged Melissa, getting frustrated.
“All right then,” Helen said, I’ll tell her. “Miss ‘straight and narrow’ here has only gone and joined a group where she’ll be available for men to use her whenever and however they want.” Melissa looked confused so Helen spelled it out for her. “In a sexual way, Melissa, she’s a sex slave!” Helen divulged the information, rather too loudly, quickly look around to see if anybody had overheard. Melissa remained totally still for a few seconds giving away no clue regarding her reaction. Then a broad smile joined her wide eyes.
“Cool–no kidding? Is this for real?” Kate nodded.
“Wow, who’d have guessed?”
“Melissa, that’s not what you’re supposed to say.”
“Why not, I have to go looking for my blokes and lucky old Kate here will have them queuing up to sample the goods.” Kate sniggered, knowing that Melissa’s response would wind Helen up a treat. And it did.
“Melissa, It’s not just signing up for some orgy, this is serious stuff. Tell her what you’ve done Kate, and more importantly what you’ll have to do. Tell her about your interview.”
“You had to have an interview?”
“Oh yes she did, and tests.” Helen said emphasising the word tests. Kate told her about the visit to Weston’s office, having to get naked in front of them, the contract, the signing and the bracelet. She left out the part about Eric, hoping Helen wouldn’t push farther and force her into confessing. Melissa listened with an ever growing fascination for Kate’s story showing no indication of horror or distaste.
“Bloody hell Kate, you’re a dark horse aren’t you, I’d never imagined you were so…well…”
“Foolish?” Helen interjected.
“Do you like to do that stuff, or do you do it because they tell you to, or make you?”
“Nobody’s forcing me to do anything, it’s my choice. I want to do it and because I’m told to, it’s exciting.”
“I bet it is, wow.”
“Tell Melissa what will happen if you don’t do as you’re told, Kate.”
“I’ll be punished.”
“Oh dear,” Melissa put on her sad face, “you’re not very good at doing as you’re told are you, a bit headstrong.”
“I think, with what they have in mind, she’ll soon learn.” Helen chipped in.
“One of my boyfriends spanked me once, I quite enjoyed it, but I didn’t let him go too far and let it really hurt or anything. Talking of boyfriends, or partners in your case, what does Richard think about it?”
“He’s okay with it. He was a bit reluctant at first but he’s getting quite into it now.”
“If Kate doesn’t do as she’s told it could mean a lot more than a spanking Melissa, this is serious stuff, not a bedroom game. She could be punished properly, you know, beaten, and she’s aware of that, tell her how foolish she’s being. And please don’t say ‘cool’ again Melissa, stop making out this is a good thing, I thought you’d join me in trying to get over to her that no good will come of it.” Helen was starting to be annoyed at Melissa’s accepting, and even encouraging attitude.
“I’d have guessed that you wouldn’t go along with something like this Helen, it’d be too outrageous for you wouldn’t it, too tough”
“What, you mean I couldn’t do it? I’d be tough enough, but why would I want some bloke humiliating me and making me do dirty things?”
“I thought not, be too testing for you wouldn’t it?” Kate could see by the hint of a smile on her face that Melissa was provoking her, and succeeding.
“It’s not something to try and do for the sake of it, Melissa, I could do it, I’m just saying that I don’t want to.”
“Yeah, well that’s the point isn’t it, that’s the easy get out; I don’t want to do it, covers about everything doesn’t it. I’m scared, I’d be too embarrassed, It’d hurt…” Melissa left the end of the sentence unsaid.
“Melissa, all I said was that I could do it, what you haven’t grasped is why anybody would want to do it.”
“Well look at Kate, she’s enjoying herself, she’s not embarrassed that we know about it and we won’t criticise her over it, well I won’t, and she’s being really brave in going out there and getting what she wants. That’s why I’m saying she’s brave, doing something that you wouldn’t dream of doing.”
Kate thought it great to sit having her lunch while her two best friends argued over the rights and wrongs of her being a sex slave.
“Of course I could do what Kate’s doing, I’m tougher than you think you know.” Helen continued.
“Prove it then, let Kate’s people take you on for a weekend and we’ll see. You wouldn’t last an hour.”
“I don’t think they do weekend breaks Melissa.” Kate said.
“Maybe they do, I’ll have a look on Last Minute dot com.
Part 2
Reinforcement
15
The text message was short and to the point. Her training would begin on Tuesday 3rd September. An address was given and a time, 7.30 pm. It was the first communication she’d had from Oakham since signing the contract nearly two weeks before. Kate had even begun to wonder if the phone was working or if there had been some other problem of which she was unaware. But at last, the instruction had arrived and it put her mind at rest, satisfying her longing to begin the adventure. The lack of detail surprised her but maybe it wasn’t considered necessary to give a slave any more information: what she had was all she needed to be able to do as she was told.
Richard felt unsure of whether he was expected to accompany Kate or not.
“Perhaps you should go alone to show your commitment, arriving unaccompanied proves that you’ve gone willingly, with no pressure.”
“I’ve shown that already by signing their contract. I think having you there shows that you’re supporting me. Besides, I wouldn’t mind a bit of moral support. I’m a bit apprehensive about it you know.”
Her response pleased him, of course he wanted to go with her, he was desperate to see what would happened, but it should be her decision. He wanted it to be her choice to include him rather feel an intruder.
What does one wear for a training session? Richard helped her pick out a dark grey business suit with a white blouse, and underneath, matching white lacy bra and panties. Grey hold-ups looked better than stockings as the skirt was a snug fit and would show the lumps of a suspender belt. Black heels completed the outfit. Kate decided on discrete make-up to give a formal look without being too heavy and looking brazen.
Unsure of the parking situation, Kate and Richard decided to take a taxi to the address they were given. The property turned out to be a four storey terraced house located in the South West area of London.
They climbed the four steps to the front door and rang the bell. The fact that a lady answered the door, for some reason surprised them both. Her dark, glossy, shoulder length hair contrasted with her red lipstick. Dressed in a grey polo neck top, black knee length skirt, dark tan hose and grey shoes, she looked smart but informal. The outfit gave away nothing about her status.
“Mr. Adams?” she enquired.
“Yes, hello this–” Richard was cut off before he could complete his sentence.
“Please come in,” she said, standing to one side. Kate noted that she had not been spoken to, or even had her presence acknowledged.
“If you’ll please wait here for a moment, I’ll tell The Colonel you’re here.”
She walked down the wide passageway, knocked on the door at the far end and entered, closing the door behind her.
“A colonel,” Richard whispered, “only the best for you.”
“Shh… they might hear you.”
Richard and Kate surveyed the surroundings. The tastefully decorated entrance hall gave access to rooms on either side of the front door, Stairs rose to the left of the passageway. The walls were adorned with prints and photographs most of which seemed to have a military theme. The only items of furniture were a single dark oak, ladder-back chair and a large hall-stand with mirror, shelves and umbrella stands on either side. The stands only contained a variety of walking sticks and an umbrella Kate noted, no crops…canes…
The lady who saw them in returned and once again spoke to Richard.
“The Colonel will see you now, if you’d like to come through.” She stood to one side, allowing them to pass, then closed the door behind them, remaining outside.
The large room was decorated in a traditional manner, in keeping with the period of the house. The furnishings were expensive looking with leather sofas and chairs, oak bookcases and an oak desk, behind which sat a distinguished looking gentleman perhaps in his early sixties, who they assumed to be The Colonel. As they entered he rose from his chair and shook hands with Richard.
“Mr. Adams pleased to meet you. Colonel Alistair Mason.” The well-spoken deep voice complimented the firm grip of his handshake.
“Hello, Richard Adams, and this is my wife, Catherine.” Kate wondered if he would acknowledge her or act in the same way as the lady had done only a few minutes before.
“Of course it is, and I’m pleased to meet you too Catherine, your profile picture doesn’t do you justice my dear.” He shook her hand.
“Please, do both take a seat,” indicating the two chairs in front of the desk. “Well, as you must be aware, I’ve been given the very agreeable task of training this beautiful lady in readiness for her to perform the duties which will be expected of her.” The matter of fact way it was put made it sound as though she was there to have piano lessons or learn a foreign language rather than the very different program they both knew she was to face.
“Let me tell you a little of my background and why I’ve been hired for the task. I spent 23 years in the army, and upon retiring had reached the rank of colonel. My last duties in the army saw me responsible for the well-being, discipline and training of officer recruits. This basic training, often called ‘Boot Camp’ prepared them for all elements of service; physical, mental and emotional. Just what new recruits to Oakham need, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, of course,” Kate responded.
“Basic training for those officers was a tough experience, just as yours will be, but one which they greatly valued in their future career. Of course you won’t thank me at the time, far from it, but you’ll benefit from the physical and mental preparation later on.” Turning to face Richard, he continued. “Training the married ones is my favourite, Richard, I enjoy turning them into compliant and willing subjects–for their husbands as well as the members. I think you’ll also learn a lot along the way, although of course, things won’t be nearly as difficult for you.”
Looking back to Kate he addressed her directly.
“The training my recruits received was as much mental as physical; they weren’t able to take control of men until they could control themselves and had the self-discipline to command. The same will apply to you Catherine. From now on you’ll not prompt any sexual activity. If other people wish to use your body for those purposes then that’s their choice, not yours. This includes, of course, masturbation. You will refrain, and if you default you’ll report the incident to me at once. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
Kate knew she was going to find that rule very hard to follow.
“Do either of you have any questions on what you’ve heard so far?”
“No, that all seems clear to me.” Kate replied.
“How long do you envisage her training to last Colonel Mason?”
“Oh not long, perhaps two to three weeks with three sessions a week, she looks like a fast learner, and hungry for it. She will of course be sent back for refresher courses now and again.”
Kate wondered what she would have to do during the sessions; she thought that she already knew how to have sex. The Colonel continued with his dialogue.
“The training you’ll undergo will involve a lot of humiliation and embarrassment often combined with fear; more, I have to say, for the enjoyment of your superiors than for your benefit. If you’re not committed to this and fail to obey any instructions then you’ll be faced with punishment and of course pain. To get the most from your training you’ll have to learn to trust. This will be your most comforting tool. You’ll need that trust when you’re told to do something which you consider to be dirty or offensive and at odds with your current moral views. You’ll need to learn to obey regardless of such thoughts, in the knowledge that others have your safety and protection firmly in mind. You’ll need to trust me, Richard, and anybody else taking a role in your improvement. Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know Sir,” replied Kate honestly, “I don’t know you well enough.”
“If ordered, would you go out into the street now, naked?”
“I’d try to carry out the order, but I don’t know if I could go through with it. I want to obey and do as I’m told, but I’ll only know if I’m able to when the time comes.”
“Very well put Catherine. Graham said you were a thinker, and likely to take some breaking from your present moral values. But don’t worry, we have the means to make that happen.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” There it was again, she’d used the word ‘Sir’ without being told, it just seemed natural.
“You see, what’s required from you is to obey orders without thinking about the consequences of carrying them out, however embarrassing and humiliating they might be.”
“Yes Sir, I’m determined to follow orders during my training.”
“Good. During your training, and your life as a slave, you’ll be given rules which must be obeyed. These rules will cover the way you behave, the way you conduct yourself, how you dress and so on. You’ll learn the rules and comply with them whether they seem pointless to you or not. A rule may have no other purpose than to make you obey it.”
Kate could envisage no problem with obeying the rules but with this man’s military background she wondered how menial and pointless they may become.
The Colonel continued. “At Oakham, as in society in general, when the rules are broken there are sanctions and punishments which follow. The fact that you’re conforming and obeying the rules will be constantly monitored, with any infractions dealt with accordingly. Minor irregularities may require nothing more than stern words; other deviations may require severe punishment. Of course a serious offence could mean expulsion–the ultimate punishment.”
Kate considered the implications of that. Given the choice would she choose a severe whipping over expulsion? Of course she would.
“Catherine, you’ve done a very brave thing here. To be an obedient submissive, these rules and challenges are essential, without them you would not reach the level of control and submission you crave. A group member using you in a sexual manner will not satisfy your need to be controlled, it’s just having sex. Voluntarily turning up and giving yourself to be used is the submissive act, not lying back and being taken. So to ignore the rules, or even worse–breaking them–and attempting to cover up your disobedience by lying is not only cheating your controllers but cheating yourself, and what would be the point in doing that. You were told earlier that masturbation is prohibited; you may think that I’ll never know if you’ve broken that rule. When I ask if you’ve broken it, believe me I will know if you’re lying.” Kate knew that one was definitely going to be difficult.
“Colonel, can I ask what Kate’s training will actually consist of?” Richard enquired. “And how far will she be expected to go with what’s asked of her?”
“I’d rather not disclose that at the present time, that’s the exciting part for her you see, the not knowing. Besides wouldn’t it spoil the fun for you too? As with any new slave we have to find out how far she’s willing to take things, how far she’ll allow herself to be degraded in order to achieve her goal?” Richard certainly was keen to find out, she’d already gone farther than he expected, and now he wondered how far away that goal was.
Colonel Mason stood up from his desk, reached over and pulled on the long cord hanging from the ceiling: the servant’s bell system had been left in the house and still seemed to be in a usable condition. They heard the faint ringing from a distant room. Within a minute, the lady who had shown them in entered the room.
“Ah, thank you Janet. Let me introduce you. Mr. and Mrs. Adams, this is Janet Bishop, my housekeeper.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Richard who left his chair and shook her hand. Kate remained seated, unsure of the correct procedure as the woman had shown no interest in her previously.
The colonel continued. “Janet looks after the house and myself as would any other housekeeper. What differs here is that she is fully aware of the activities of the house and assists whenever needed. What makes her perfect for her role is that she’s a feminist and believes in women being women, on an equal footing with men. She finds it appalling that you women come here of your own free will to be subjected to all manner of abuse. In her eyes you get all you deserve in the way of punishment for your betrayal of your gender.” He smiled warmly at the housekeeper.
“All of my clients are willing participants, some are sent by their partners to be punished for poor behaviour but a lot are single and come because they crave the treatment they receive. As they come here voluntarily they’re free to leave at any time during a session, if and when they feel that they’ve had enough. You on the other hand are a slave belonging to Oakham, and therefore, not free to leave. Oakham slaves may choose not to attend at all of course, that is their right, but once here they’re committed. That’s what Janet here despises and why she has no respect for them.”
Kate looked at the housekeepers face which gave nothing away, her head slightly nodding in agreement as The Colonel spoke.
“Merely by arriving here they have made a statement that they’re available for the use of men, and that’s why she adores seeing them badly treated. You see, she hopes that the suffering will force them to refuse to attend. It rarely happens of course but not due to a lack of effort on our part.”
The last statement was accompanied by a broad smile. “Isn’t that so Janet?”
“Yes Colonel, they need to see the error of their ways.”
“Right let’s see what we’re working with here. Catherine, would you stand please.” It was more of a request than an order.
“Take off your suit and put it on my desk.” Kate swallowed hard and slowly unbuttoned her jacket. Following her experiences in Weston’s office she was expecting no less than being naked here. She slipped off the jacket and placed it neatly on the desk. She undid the back zip of her skirt and fumbled with the waistband button before releasing it. The skirt slid down her legs revealing her stockings. She stood facing the colonel in her bra, panties and stockings and waited. The excitement was wetting her between the legs.
“Take off the bra,” he said. Kate reached behind, undid the hooks and released the strap before sliding the shoulder straps down and removing the bra. She wondered whether her body was appealing to Miss Bishop who, she rightly or wrongly assumed, would like women rather than men as partners. After a slight nod of approval from the colonel the order came to remove her panties. She grasped the elastic top and pushed downward, feeling the soft material pass over her buttocks. She paused when they reached mid-thigh, bent from the waist and took them to her ankles. Stepping carefully from them they were picked up and placed on the desk with the rest of her clothing. So, yet again she stood in a state of undress in front of strangers; it was getting to be common place. Colonel Mason rose from his chair and walked around the desk to her. The tall and powerful looking man slowly circled her as he assessed her body. She was comforted by the nodding and muttered approval. Moving a chair next to her, he sat down. Taking hold of her hand he guided her to stand sideways between his parted legs.
“Down, and bend over my knee.” My god, he’s going to spank me, she thought, right there in front of Richard and Miss Bishop, I’ll die of the embarrassment. She did as she was told and positioned herself as instructed. The colonel placed his free leg over the back of her knees locking them in place. I can do this, she told herself, Richard has spanked me, and it’s not too bad. A large warm hand pushed down in the middle of her back holding her securely. The first blow landed on her left buttock. It was a lot harder than she expected and was quickly followed by countless others raining down on her rapidly burning backside. Kate instinctively put a protective hand behind her in an attempt to save her flesh from further abuse. The Colonel stopped.
“Janet, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Certainly Colonel.” Richard assumed it to be a common problem as the unexplained request was acted upon immediately. Janet stood in front of Kate, bent her arms behind her back and held them together with her own surprisingly strong hands.
“Okay, she’s ready,” Janet confirmed.
“Thank you Janet.” The spanking resumed. He worked over the whole area from the top of her buttocks to the curve at the top of her legs. Kate was in agony; she writhed around, tried to kick, shook her head and gritted her teeth. Nothing eased the fire below her waist. She cried out and begged and begged for him to stop.
It was what she’d fantasised about, having no say in what was done to her, but the reality was very different. Her backside burned, she was sobbing and she could feel the mucus running from her nose. It was not the elegant spanking she’d imagined in so many fantasies. Finally the blows stopped. Kate didn’t allow herself to feel relief, thinking it was another pause in the proceedings, but then, when Miss Bishop’s hands released her arms she knew it was over.
“Stand up and compose yourself,” he said, handing her a box of tissues.
“Thank you.”
Once standing she caught Richard’s eye and real humiliation swept over her. Even after he’d witnessed her being spanked by a stranger and seen her cry like a child she just stood there waiting for instructions, what must he think of her?
She took a few minutes to calm herself and regain some dignity. The others waited patiently. When, once again she seemed ready to continue, the Colonel spoke.
“That was very good Catherine, well done. Janet, would you show Catherine to the bar please.”
“Over here,” came the curt instruction, accompanied by a gesture with her head indicating that Kate should follow. ‘The Bar’, placed at the far end of the long room, turned out to have a base–some four foot square–made of thick oak and a central round steel column which supported a buttoned brown leather pad about six inches wide and two feet long.
“Bend over with the bar length ways down your body and get comfortable.” Janet told her. She stepped onto the oak base, leaned forward placing her torso along the bar. After adjusting her breasts, which then hung to each side, it was quite a comfortable position. Janet then proceeded to fasten straps to each ankle and wrist attaching them to rings in the base. Once her limbs were pulled sideways her feet were no longer able to rest on the base: she appeared to be suspended in mid-air. She gave a subtle pull with her legs and arms, testing the position but was granted only a minimum of movement.
“Thank you Janet, would you care to join us? The Colonel said, as he moved toward Kate. Richard was pleased to be asked, so far he had been only a passive spectator.
Kate tried to imagine the spectacle she was providing for all three of them. She still wore her stockings and heels, but nothing else, and the thought of being exhibited in such a shocking manner turned her on. With her head hanging down she could see the legs of the two men standing behind her. She watched the Colonel move forward, just a moment before she felt his touch on her open sex. Pulling her labia apart he bent slightly to get a better view, probably studying her inner lips and clitoris. Kate surprised herself to realise that her exhibition was more of a turn on to her than a humiliation, and amazed at how far she’d gone in such a short while.
“Nice full lips, and good extended inners too, I like that in a woman,” The Colonel observed. There it was again thought Kate, reference to her lips. Graham Weston said it would be humiliating for her having them so visible. Having his opinion reinforced by The Colonel made sure that she would be constantly aware of them: they were doing a good job on her. Her thoughts were interrupted by fingers pushing deep into her, then withdrawing and being wiped on her leg.
Not satisfied with the intrusion into her sex a finger pushed forcefully into her small opening, she tried to move away from the invader but all movement had been denied her. The finger was withdrawn to be replaced with a thumb, which pushed hard until she felt the hand come into contact with her body.
“This unsightly hair will have to go,” The Colonel observed. “Will you arrange that with Miss Edwards please Janet?”
“Certainly Colonel,” Janet replied enthusiastically, no doubt considering the pain involved.
“Have you used her much for anal sex?”
“We’ve done it once or twice but not for a long time.”
“Yes, I thought as much, Janet would you open her please.” Kate’s head flew up as she looked round to see if she’d heard correctly. Was another woman going to open her most private place? She watched as Janet brought a bottle of lubricant from a side table and returned to the centre of the room. Kate lowered her head again, this time in shame. She could see the two men’s legs move to one side allowing space for the legs in stockings and heels to take their place. The cool, oil slicked fingers explored her opening, working their way in quite gently. Kate was pleased to discover how pleasant the sensations were.
“She is very tight.” Janet reported.
“Most members prefer to satisfy themselves through the use of a woman’s arse,” The Colonel said. His choice of words combined with the upper crust accent amused Richard. “Besides the obvious physical benefits of the tight grip, they consider it to be far more shameful for the slave to be used in such a manner. They make love to their wives in the front; they fuck slaves in the back–very appropriate really.”
“Yes, I see.”
“So to prevent her from being damaged we’ll need to make sure that she’s able to take some heavy use there.” Kate was glad they were unable to see her face which must have been near to the colour of her backside. The embarrassment of having her husband and a stranger discussing her suitability for anal sex while a strange woman continued to work more and more fingers into her ever widening hole was unbelievable.
“I think she’ll need training plugs,” Janet informed them.
“Yes, I agree, we might as well start straight away and get her ready for use as soon as possible. Go ahead Janet.” Kate felt the fingers withdraw, leaving her with an empty feeling. Raising her head once more she saw the woman go back to the side table and return with a large dildo which she smeared with the lubricant.
“The training plugs are quite large as you can see,” The Colonel informed Richard, “which is essential if it’s to do its job of stretching the ring of muscle around the opening. Quite different from a jewelled plug, which I’m informed are worn as a fashion accessory by a lot of young ladies these days. The younger generation eh Richard. With those, the base is reduced in diameter so that the muscle closes around it and holds it in place, but what we need is to keep that muscle open, to stretch it.” Kate felt the cold sensation of more lubricant being worked into her rectum by the strange female fingers.
“Open up, and try to relax.” Janet advised her. “It’ll make it easier, don’t fight it.” She felt the blunt head of the plug nudging at her opening. Holding it in place but applying a steady pressure Janet waited for Kate to relax. As soon as she did, the muscle gave way and the head entered. She felt the pressure of it being slowly inserted until the base touched her tender flesh.
“She took it very well, Colonel, we should be able to move on quite quickly.” Janet wiped her hands on a small hand towel. Kate felt strangely proud that she’d been praised for accepting a large plug into her backside.
“Shall I release her and fix it in?”
“Yes, please, go ahead.”
Janet undid the cuffs on Kate’s wrists and ankles.
“Stand up, and hold the plug in,” Janet instructed. Kate felt extremely uncomfortable standing naked and holding a plug in her backside in front of people. Janet returned with a small belt to attach round Kate’s waist, which held three thinner belts to the base of the plug.
“Thank you Janet. Come over here Kate, let’s see you.” Kate made her way back to the desk area trying to ignore the feelings originating from deep within her backside. The plug felt huge.
Richard watched her walk uneasily toward them. Earlier that evening the colonel had asked him if he was eager to see how far his wife would go. After witnessing her treatment, he felt that he had a much better idea. She was prepared to go much further than he had imagined; what’s more he couldn’t deny the bulge forming in the front of his trousers, after watching her being subjected to the indignities. He hoped she would continue for a while yet.
“You’ll need to wear the plug every day, for at least four hours Catherine. We’ll assess your progress and see if we need to increase the size.” Despite what she’d gone through Kate blushed at the thought of having to insert the thing herself and secure it with the belt, but, she supposed that was better than getting injured when the opening was eventually in common use.
“You’ll also need to make sure you’re clean back there. Before each session you’ll give yourself an enema using these.” He pushed a box across the desk toward her. She looked at the label on the box. Fleet-Ready To Use Enema. “They’re ready to use and disposable. Complete instructions are on the box.”
Kate had never had an enema before and even though it was obviously for practical purposes that wouldn’t make it any less degrading. However she also felt an unexpected happiness from knowing that suffering these indignities were a necessary step towards her body being open, and available.
“You can get dressed now Catherine, I think you’ve achieved enough for today.”
While Kate put on her clothes, the colonel continued speaking.
“As from next week I aim to see you on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. So, I think on your next visit we’ll acquaint you with the strap.”
Later that night Richard sat in bed reading his latest Ian Rankin novel. Kate had finished her shower and joined him in the bedroom. Her white towelling robe matched the hand towel wrapped into a turban over her wet hair. As she passed the full length mirror she paused, took off her robe and observed her body. The front looked much as before but when she turned her back to the mirror she saw the evidence of her ordeal. The angry shade of red had started to change as the deep bruising set in. Yellow and purple blotches were starting to appear over the entire area. Kate would have been shocked and horrified to see it on anybody else, but on her she saw it as evidence of progress along her chosen path. She smiled with pride.
“Does it hurt?
“It aches a bit and it’s uncomfortable to sit on but nothing I can’t handle.”
“You did very well, I was ever so proud of you.”
“Oh Richard, I thought you’d be ashamed of me, I cried like a big baby. I let you down.”
“Don’t talk such nonsense, that was a sound spanking you took, it looked painful, I’m not surprised you cried. They must have expected you to.”
“Do you think so? What did you think about seeing me hurt like that?”
“To be honest, when he started smacking you so hard I was tempted to put a stop to it, but–I’m ashamed to say–as it went on, I found it really exciting.”
“Don’t be silly darling, I know you love me, and it’s perfectly OK that you enjoyed it.” Kate joined him on the bed and gave him a reassuring cuddle. “I like it that you got turned on. The idea of being spanked is a lot different from the reality but despite the pain, I wanted you to be pleased that I’d done it, proud of me for taking it.”
“And I was, but when you started to cry and beg for it to stop, my husband side came out, the side that loves you and should protect you.”
“I know, but you were strong and thought about what I wanted, you put me before you, and I love you for that. You’ve no idea how exciting it was to be begging for him to stop, knowing that he wouldn’t. And to have you there watching it happen to me, witnessing my shame, made me so hot.”
“You are a dirty little madam aren’t you? Come here.” Richard laid her on her back and took her. Although it was gentle lovemaking, the discomfort from her tortured rear added to Kate’s pleasure. Before going to sleep, as they lay in each other’s arms, Kate turned toward Richard, a serious look on her face.
“Richard…”
“What?”
“I’m worried.”
“What about?”
“Oh, whether Oscar’s having a nice time catching mice…what do you think?”
“I meant, what aspect of it are you worried about, you sarcastic little madam.”
“That I won’t be able to go through with it, that I’m not strong enough.”
“Of course you are, don’t be silly.”
“No, really, when he was spanking me earlier, I told myself I wouldn’t go back, that it was stupid to agree to it in the first place.”
“But you don’t think that now do you?”
“No, of course not, but if I’d been asked at the time I’d have quit.”
“Well there’s not much you can do about that is there.”
“No, but there is something you can do about it.”
“What?”
“Not let me quit, stop me if I feel like giving in.”
“I can’t do that, it’s got to be your decision.”
“I know that, and I’m making that decision now. It’s just that…you know what I’m like…I’ll say something and then regret it later, but you’re stronger than me.”
“That’s a lot to ask, me forcing you to do something that you don’t want to do could lead to all sorts of problems, between us I mean.”
“I know, but that’s why I need you to be stronger than me. When I’ve got over it and see things properly again, I’ll know you were right. Promise me that you’ll send me back if I want to chicken out and force me do whatever they want.”
“OK, I promise, but only if you’ll promise to love me even more after I’ve been nasty to you, get me a drink whenever I want one, run my baths, mow the grass…”
“Richard…”
“What?”
“Shut up and go to sleep.”
16
Kate left early the following morning to open the gallery. Helen had an appointment with the dentist and didn’t expect to be in until eleven. Early mornings were usually quiet which gave them time to catch up with the never ending administration.
Despite her best efforts Kate could not get her mind to concentrate on work issues, achieving little of any value. Before she knew it the brass bell signalled Helen’s arrival: the morning had drifted away.
“Morning Kate,” Helen called, as she rushed through the door. “Sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not late; don’t be silly, I knew you had an appointment. How did you get on anyway?”
“Oh, it was just a check-up. No problems at all. Not like some poor bloke who came in, he looked like somebody had whacked him across the face with a cricket bat, his cheek was massive. I let him go in before me, that’s why I was later than I thought.”
“I’m sure he was very grateful. There hasn’t been much happening here anyway, very quiet. Shall I make us some tea?”
“Great, yes please.” Kate checked that she’d logged off from the websites she’d been browsing before leaving, and went to the kitchenette. She returned with two mugs of tea and a packet of biscuits, which she placed on the desk then sat opposite Helen, who, during her absence had started to work through the days Emails. Her eyes lifted from the screen to watch as Kate sat down.
“Is your backside sore?”
“What?”
“Kate, yesterday you had to go for your ‘training session’,” the last two words were accompanied by fingered speech marks in mid-air, “and now you can’t move or sit properly, even I can put two and two together.”
“I’m fine, really.” Helen continued with her Emails. Without moving her head she kept a subtle eye on Kate and a mischievous grin on her face. Kate noticed, despite trying to pretend to read a magazine.
“What?”
“Nothing, I can just see you trying not to show that every movement’s uncomfortable. Come on, what happened to you?” Kate considered denying that anything had happened but Helen already knew her situation so she had nothing to lose by disclosing the truth.
“We went to this man’s house, the man who’s been assigned to train me, and he spanked me.”
“He spanked you?” Helen burst into laughter.
“It’s not funny Helen, it bloody hurt…still does.”
“I’m sorry; it just sounded funny that’s all, sorry. What did you do to get spanked?” The smile returned.
“Nothing. I suppose it was just to show me that he means business and for me to find out what it’s like.”
“And what was it like?”
“Agony, you wouldn’t believe how much it hurt. It’s all bruised this morning but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as yesterday.”
“Unless you sit on it?”
“Well, yes.” They both laughed at the bizarre conversation being conducted in their workplace, in the middle of the day.
“So what did he use?” Helen asked.
“Just his bare hand, and I hope it hurts this morning.”
“So how did you feel, was it bare bum or on your knickers?”
“Helen!” Kate didn’t know whether she was making fun or it was a genuine interest.
“No, I mean it. Was it like you expected?”
“No it wasn’t.” Kate said firmly. “All the stories I’ve read talked of the pain turning to dull ache and finally to ‘warmth between the legs’ resulting in ‘mind shattering orgasms’. Not for me it didn’t, it bloody hurt. There might be women who get off on the pain of a spanking but I definitely didn’t.” Helen laughed again before Kate continued. “Even worse though, I must have looked a real sight–so unattractive. I was begging and crying, and there were tears and snot everywhere.”
“It sounds delightful. So, are you going back or have you come to your senses after seeing, or should I say feeling, the reality of what can happen to you?”
“I have to go–because I’ve said I will.”
“You aren’t popping round for a cup of tea with somebody Kate, you’re going to get beaten and abused. Why do it?”
“I don’t know. He’s not some handsome hunk who turns me on, and I didn’t have any wild orgasms while I was there, but it was satisfying. While he was spanking me I’d have given anything to stop it, but afterwards I felt so pleased to have experienced it, and got through it.”
“If he sees that you can take it, he’ll keep increasing the severity you know, pushing you further.”
“Well listen to you, how long have you been an expert in all this?”
“I’m no expert but it’s only natural, happens in all walks of life. As soon as somebody reaches a goal the next one is set to move them on, it’s natural.”
Kate knew she was right. He said it would be the belt next time. The spanking had reduced her to tears and disfigured her backside; how would she cope with being punished with a belt? She tried to justify her decision.
“Doing this is satisfying a need that I never knew was so strong. I can’t wait to go back, even when I know what will happen to me. I know I’ll curse myself for doing it, and swear I won’t do it again, but afterwards I know I’ll feel the same again and want more.”
“I’m sure you will.” Helen muttered.
After working late into the evening Richard finally arrived home. Kate sat at the kitchen island unit surfing the Internet. With her feet up on the stool’s footrest the clinging dress she wore clearly showed the thin straps of the plug.
“You’re doing you’re stretching exercises then.”
“Very funny, and of course I am, I was told to wear it for at least four hours a day remember?”
“So you’re going to be a good slave are you?”
“I’m going to try.”
“Good. Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you I had an Email today, from Richard Weston. Kate turned sharply to face him.
“What did he want?”
Don’t look so worried, we’ve been invited out to dinner on Saturday that’s all. Nothing to worry about, he just wants to see how you’re getting on and how your first training session went with Colonel Mason.”
“Where are we going?”
“He said to choose somewhere local and he’ll meet us there. His treat too. So where do you fancy? How about Minsky’s?”
“Is that the place in the hotel, where we went last Christmas?”
“Yes, that’s it.”
“Sounds good to me.”
17
Kate didn’t quite believe Graham Weston’s reasons for getting together for an informal meal. ‘Just to see how you’re getting on’ is what he’d said, but Kate was left wondering.
Since signing the contract, her status as an owned slave had never left her mind. The wrist band and ring were the undeniable physical reminders, but more profoundly felt were the psychological effects. Her imagination worked in overdrive, always contemplating the ‘what ifs’. And Weston’s meal was no exception. Would it be a ‘normal’ evening, going out with a colleague, chatting and socialising, or would she be expected to comply with tasks of a more demanding nature? Kate admonished herself for the thought. Would she be disappointed if it were a meal out and nothing more? Had she started to hope for more?
She’d played through various scenarios in her mind since Richard told her of the invitation. She’d imagined Weston controlling the evening, choosing how she dressed and what she ate. He would be sophisticated and charming but mentally threatening. She would be obedient, and attentive; basking in her submission and showing no hesitation in fulfilling her role in public. But what would be the reality? Kate decided she needed to cover all eventualities, keep it conventional but be prepared.
Richard chose the dress he wanted her to wear. It was his favourite, a deep red, simple, tight and silky. After showering, drying her hair and applying make-up Kate started the dressing routine. She’d chosen to wear tan hold-up stockings to accentuate her slender figure and eased each over the silky skin of her freshly shaved legs before smoothing them into position. Next she put on the white G-string, chosen to leave no visible pantyline and the thin white bra would give support whilst being as invisible as possible.
As usual, she checked the overall effect in the mirror before covering it up with the dress. The stockings, G-string and bra emphasised her slim, well-proportioned body. Moving down to the shoes she could see why men liked a woman in heels. It would be a fifteen minute walk to the restaurant and by the time they arrived her feet would be hurting, but she didn’t mind, the important thing was how she looked. Slipping into the dress she was pleased with the effect, the material moulded to her curves, the underwear didn’t show and the split down the side was high enough to show a stocking top when she sat down. Being early September she chose a thin cardigan to keep out the autumn chill which she knew would materialise later.
“Are you ready?” Richard called as he entered the room. “Oh wow, you look great.”
“Thank you darling, you look a bit of a hunk yourself, come on we’d best get going.”
Weston was waiting at the restaurant when they arrived. As they entered he rose from his chair and greeted them warmly, shaking Richard’s hand and kissing the back of hers. During the meal the men discussed business matters. Kate could see that Richard was enjoying the occasion, due mainly to the hints being dropped about potential customers within the group of companies represented by Weston.
Throughout the meal Weston had been polite and respectful towards her. He complimented her, asked for her opinions and valued the responses. It all seemed to be so contrary to what he had made her do in the privacy of his offices. And of course, he must have known what happened to her at The Colonels.
During a lull in the conversation Weston addressed Kate.
“I heard all about your training session with Mason, he said you took it well.”
“I’m glad to hear it, I thought I’d let people down.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Well, I didn’t manage to bear it without bawling like a baby.” Weston laughed at her reading of the situation.
“Giving vent to your feelings and emotions is expected, Catherine. It shows your make up, the real you, and of course it’s good for your abuser, gives them a sense of achievement. It wouldn’t be much fun thrashing somebody all night and getting no reaction would it? No, you did well.”
“Thank you. Would you excuse me for a moment gentlemen?” Kate asked, as she grabbed her bag and rose from the table. The split in her dress extended above the top of her stocking, giving a glimpse of creamy flesh beyond the dark band.
“One minute Catherine.” Weston looked at her for a long moment; the wrist band and ring were in contrast to the elegant dress and posture of the charming woman standing before him.
“You’re a beautiful woman Catherine, and Richard is a lucky man to have an attractive wife with such a perfect body, very lucky indeed.”
“I think Graham’s quite right, darling so why not let him appreciate you better. While you’re there why don’t you remove the bra and G-string. I’m sure Graham would like a memento of the evening.”
“Thank you Richard, how very thoughtful.”
Kate froze while her mind processed what she’d heard. She would have expected to hear it from Weston, but from Richard? She was shocked–and pleased. Was he getting into this more than she knew or was he being primed in his role? The Email inviting them here was sent to him and not her; was this turn of events preplanned? Either way it wasn’t for her to ponder but to do as she was told. As she left them to visit the ladies room a dreadful thought came to her which made her blush. The change of direction the evening was taking, combined with Richards forceful suggestion had made her wet with excitement, wetness which would be only too apparent when she had to return with the damp G-string.
After complying with Richards’ request she returned to the table. The two men stopped talking as she approached, giving her the impression that she was the topic of conversation.
“Ah there you are Catherine. Do you have something for me?”
Kate realised that she wouldn’t be allowed the luxury of returning to her seat and discreetly passing the items to him.
“Yes Sir.” She said as she slowly opened her bag revealing the G-string and bra.
Weston took them from her and casually placed them on the table. He looked up to her breasts where he could clearly see the erect nipples beneath the silky fabric. As he did so he slid his hand slowly up between her legs and past the stocking tops before coming into contact with her moist opening. Kate tried not to react to his touch, and despite being aroused by the probing fingers she gave away nothing more than an increase in the rate of her breathing.
“Mason was right about the hair, it will have to go. Has Grace been in touch?”
“Yes Sir, I have an appointment on the 17th.”
“Good, it’ll be appreciated when this is made more generally available.” His hand slowly withdrew form under her dress. “Do sit down Catherine, ah, here’s the waiter, would you like coffee?” Kate looked down and blushed as she saw the young waiter eyeing her underwear on the table.
During the walk home Kate attempted to satisfy her curiosity regarding Richard’s instructions to her in the restaurant.
“I loved how you made me do those things back there, embarrassing me, and then sitting back and watching as he fondled me. It turned me on, but what was your motive, apart from what you’ll get when we’re home of course?”
“Well, first off, haven’t you been told by Colonel Mason that you aren’t allowed to initiate sex?”
“Oh yes, sorry.”
“I’ll decide whether to tell him of your disobedience, young lady, after we’ve seen what I get as soon as we’re home.”
“Are you taking this whole thing seriously?
“Of course I am, but I’m prepared to be bribed in order to overlook one or two little errors on your part.”
“You’re as weird as me, do you know that? And you didn’t answer my question; what’s your turn on from it?”
“It’s a weird thing, I love you more than ever and I know I shouldn’t want to share you, but there’s a thrill in doing it. Seeing you standing there in the restaurant and being humiliated was such a turn on. I mean, I felt really sorry for you but didn’t want to stop it. It’s s a mixed bag of emotions and hard to describe.”
“So you enjoy seeing me suffer?”
“It didn’t look like suffering to me,” he smiled, “no it’s more like a self-imposed punishment for me. I feel like the ordeal of seeing you being used by somebody else is my penance, my burden for sharing you instead of protecting you.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, it eases my conscience. I wasn’t sure if I’d have to do anything tonight”
“To tell you the truth,” Richard confessed, “I wanted something to happen. I enjoyed watching you preparing and dressing. I could feel myself getting hard, just at the thought of what might happen. Then, at the restaurant, as it got later and later, I was disappointed that you hadn’t been tested or humiliated. That’s when I decided to make you shame yourself.”
“I’m glad you did. I have to admit that I’d have felt some disappointment too if we’d just gone home without any little trappings. Not that I didn’t enjoy the evening though.”
“I know what you mean.”
As they walked on he looked at Kate with a greater love and affection than ever and considered how things had moved so quickly and how they both delighted that she was being used. AS Kate felt him tighten his hold around her, she felt warm and secure.
“You’re enjoying this little adventure aren’t you?” His question was more of a statement.
“Yes I am, and what I really loved about tonight was you being forceful. It shocked me and turned me on all at the same time, don’t stop doing that, make me do whatever you want. I love you.”
As soon as they arrived home and the door was closed, Richard made her kneel and satisfy the urge that had been building since early evening. She relished her task and worked him in her mouth until he lost control. After swallowing she continued with her duty until he was clean. When they retired to bed he reciprocated and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d come with such force or pleasure.
18
The Colonel had scheduled Kate’s second training session for Tuesday evening. With a better idea of what to expect she was even more apprehensive than the first time. The spanking had opened her eyes to the reality of punishment, transforming erotic fantasy into painful reality. And worse still the next session held the promise of her introduction to the pain of a leather belt. Much to Kate’s relief Richard was not due to leave for another trip until after the weekend; his company and support would be very welcome.
They arrived on the cool September evening at the stated time, rang the doorbell and waited with differing perspectives; his, curiosity and excitement, hers, fear and apprehension. Janet Bishop once again answered the door, this time dressed in a grey woollen polo neck top, tight black leggings and knee high black boots. Smart and severe, Kate thought.
“Please come in,” she said, looking at Richard, “If you’d like to go straight through The Colonel’s expecting you.” She gestured to the door at the far end of the passageway. “You come with me,” she ordered, and took the nearest door on the left, next to the staircase. Kate hadn’t noticed the door on their previous visit.
Following her in, she saw what looked like the daytime workroom of a housekeeper. The room was neat and tidy, modern and bright but functional. The large table against one wall accommodated what looked like freshly laundered curtains, still in their protective wrappings and sets of new hooks ready to be inserted into the tape. Oak cupboards and a sideboard held the trappings of the traditional household.
“When you visit from now on you’ll be prepared here before being seen by The Colonel. So, take your clothes off.”
Kate hesitated for a fraction of a second, unsure of the woman’s role and her authority over her. If Colonel Mason had employed her for the position she reasoned that he must have also given her the level of authority to accompany it. Slowly she removed her clothes, feeling a greater humiliation in doing so before a woman than she had felt on previous occasions. Once she was completely naked Janet took the clothes and placed them in one of the oak cupboards. On display while naked she felt awkward: unsure of how to stand. She folded her arms, trying to look casual, then felt foolish and put them to her sides. The feelings of humiliation were once again causing her to experience the early signs of arousal.