Seventy Three – Oakham

“Now, the difference here is that this is not about your enjoyment. Sucking off Richard may be fun for you as well as him, but this is only for the enjoyment of the person using you. You’re just providing your mouth and throat as another hole for them to use. It can be very uncomfortable to start with but after a while it’ll become second nature.”

Kate looked at the slowly swelling cock in front of her face.

“The first thing to remember is to get yourself ready for it. It’s no use just waiting for him to push it in and then start gagging. He should be well lubricated to stop your throat from getting rubbed. So if you’re given the chance, spend some time working saliva onto him first. Next, don’t just open your mouth to take him in; the mouth and throat need to be in line if he’s to slip in easily. So bend your neck down, and then lift your head up, that will line up the throat and mouth. Put your tongue out just a little and then hold down the back, just like you would if the doctor wanted to look down your throat.”

It sounded more complicated than Kate had imagined, but she was determined to master the skill which had impressed her when she’d seen it performed in the past.

“I want you to take him into your mouth and work on it the same as you would your husband, and don’t try to take it too deeply.” Kate reached up to grasp it but was stopped by Janet, “Don’t use your hands at all; you may have them tied when you do this for real so for now practice without them, keep them down by your sides.” She started again, licked her lips and took the head into her mouth. Sliding along the length of the shaft she felt him harden in her mouth. She continued with her movement until she heard Janet’s next instruction.

“Now, when you feel him at the back of your mouth you need to open your throat by trying to yawn. It’s difficult and you won’t do it, but the act of trying to yawn stops the feeling of gagging. Don’t try to take him in yet, just continue up and down the length. Work your lips lower and lower, opening your throat at the bottom of each stroke. That’s it, good.” Kate was enjoying the experience but with some trepidation for what lay ahead.

As she worked her lips lower and lower down the shaft, she still found it difficult not to give in to the feeling of gagging when he hit the back of her mouth. She persevered and Janet encouraged her. On one of the down strokes she yawned as instructed and felt Janet’s hand push her head forward. The action was so well timed and so swift that she had no opportunity to resist before realising that her lips were pressed against Eric’s body, he was in her throat. The hand at the back of her head released its pressure and she pulled back along the shaft.

“Well done, that’s it,” Janet praised her. It suddenly crossed Kate’s mind that it was the first praise she’d ever received from the feminist, and it was in response to her taking the cock of a man into her throat. They needed to rethink the moral values of the sisterhood.

“The first time is always the most difficult, so that’s very good I’m impressed. Give it another go.”

Kate put her mouth back around the head and worked back and forth as before. She couldn’t quite resist the urge to gag and get him back in her throat so he used his hands and pulled her forward at the appropriate moment. He slid back into her throat and remained still for a few seconds.

After several failed attempts Kate eventually got the hang of being able to take him into her throat at will. She was proud of her achievement, even asking to be allowed to do it again and again.

“As skilful as Eric may be with mastering self-control, he’s not a god in that department. I think you’ve both done enough for now,” Colonel Mason informed her. “I do however, think that Eric deserves a bonus for his outstanding dedication to duty, and as such you’ll reward him. As it’s your first time he won’t fuck your throat but you’ll pleasure him. On your next visit you’ll merely be the receptacle for his fluid. Now, pleasure him to fruition, hold it in your mouth until he has withdrawn and then swallow. You may begin.”

She worked on him as directed, not taking long to get him to the critical point where he groaned and filled her mouth. As he withdrew from her she was careful not to waste any of the fluid before finally swallowing. She had never been a big fan of the taste but that was a small price to pay for the thrill she got from being told to do it.

“Very good Catherine,” The Colonel said, “for your first time you’ve done very well indeed. Carry on like that and you’ll be in great demand amongst the members. You may take her out now Janet. Thank you.”

As she dressed Janet stood and watched.

“I hope you’re as good with your mouth on women.”

“What?”

“You heard. Oh you hadn’t considered that had you. There are women members of Oakham you know. They’ll want some of that classy arse of yours too.” No, she hadn’t considered that. She knew she would be used by men naturally, but it never occurred to her that women would take an active role in a sexual way. She felt a renewed sense of intimidation being spoken to like that by a woman. All of a sudden Janet was being quite aggressive towards her.

“It won’t all be getting shagged by men’s cocks you know. It’s not all for your pleasure.”

“I know that,” Kate said defensively.

“Perhaps I should have my pleasure from you now, would you like to do that for me?”

Could Janet do that? Did she have the same authority over her as The Colonel? What was her status in the system? She had enough power to beat her, but was she ordered to do that or did she choose to? Kate was lost and unsure how to respond.

“I…I don’t know.”

Oh, so it’s OK to suck Eric and have him in your arse but not to give pleasure to a woman.”

“I didn’t choose to do those things I was ordered to.

“Is that the only reason you did them, or was it because you wanted to, because you’re a slut? I can see your excitement now; your nipples are hard just from me ordering you about. You’re easy. Are you aroused by me?”

Kate looked down at her nipples, they were indeed betraying her. She could also feel the dampness between her legs.

“I…I was aroused earlier. I mean, when I had to do those things.”

“And are you now.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I enjoy being submissive. I get a thrill out of people ordering me around.”

“And you do everything you’re told even if that means having sex with people other than your husband?”

“If it’s what he wants me to do and he tells me to, yes.”

“You’re a disgrace,” she said, “get dressed.”

Kate was so pleased with the new skill she’d learnt and couldn’t wait to show it off to Richard. She knelt before him and knew he was expecting a standard blow job. When she went forward and took him into her throat, she swore that she felt him thicken and grow even stiffer. She continued until she felt the looming signs of his release, the vein bulging and the low grunt followed by the sensation of the hot thick fluid slipping down inside. It felt like more than usual, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. The pride she felt in giving oral sex that way was amazing.

29

The focus for Kate’s next session was self-control. Janet secured her to the same beam as before with arms tied high, but this time her legs were spread open and secured to floor rings. Colonel Mason then explained that they were going to demonstrate the torment that came with pleasure. Having little idea of what he meant, Kate only gathered that her role was to resist the pleasure and remain calm. She clearly understood the consequences of failure; if she had an orgasm she would be severely beaten before they started again.

First, Janet worked on Kate’s breasts. The teasing of her nipples began as pleasure, but soon reached a point where the pleasure turned to discomfort. Janet moved on to pulling, tweaking and twisting with no compassion, in fact she seemed to take great pleasure in it. Leaving the nipples red and sore she moved down to work between Kate’s legs.

With skilful fingers and a selection of vibrators she took her to the edge of her endurance before stopping, then turned her attention back to Kate’s breasts. Despite Janet’s perseverance Kate managed to hold out.

After an hour, maybe two–she’d lost track of time–Colonel Mason called a halt to the proceedings. He praised her efforts in resisting the pleasure, and said that–as a reward–Janet was going to make her come.

Like a petulant child, Kate was determined to resist, but she knew that eventually she would loose control; Janet was good, very good. With greased fingers in her rear and the head of the vibrator on her most sensitive area the sensations built. She swung back and forth trying to force herself onto the vibrator and draw the fingers deeper into her tight hole. She behaved like a shameless slut until her body exploded and she hung there, moaning and shaking.

The point of the lesson, The Colonel informed her, was to realise that her body belonged to Oakham. If they wanted it marked, it would be. If they wanted to see her cry, they would make her cry. And now she had learned that if they wanted her to experience pleasure they would see that she did. But, he emphasised, receiving pleasure was a bonus for her and must not be seen as the outcome of sex. She was there only as the provider, not the beneficiary.

30

The Email found in her Inbox early that morning outlined her instructions. The task set by Colonel Mason was going to pose a real challenge for Kate. He had hinted that something like that was coming and now she would have to carry out his wishes, she knew that backing out wasn’t an option.

“You’ve got to be there at eleven you know,” Richard reminded her, looking at the instructions.

“Well it won’t take long to get ready will it?”

“No, I suppose not,” he sniggered. “You walk to the tube at Swiss Cottage, that’ll take about ten minutes, and then take the tube to Westminster, what’s that, probably another ten minutes, then walk to his house, that’ll be another twenty minutes. So all in all you’ll need to leave about forty five minutes, plus waiting for trains, I’d say, about an hour. It’s nine thirty now so you’d better get ready. At least it’s quite warm for October–that’s lucky.” He laughed again.

“I’m going to shower and get ready,” she said, bending to kiss him on the forehead, “and thank you for all your help and support darling.” Why he found her task so amusing she failed to understand.

After her shower Kate applied the make-up as instructed, paying particular attention to the deep red lipstick. Getting out all that she had to wear under her coat wouldn’t take long–the only item specified was her jewelled butt plug. Holding the plug against the small hole she gently pushed. Following her stretching with the training plugs the opening easily gave way and the plug popped in, the muscle closed around the narrow neck, holding it in place. It left her feeling stretched and full, not in the least unpleasant–in fact quite the opposite. When she walked the plug moved, spreading delightful sensations through her body. She turned, bent forward and looked in the mirror. The black crystal was clearly visible and, Kate thought, quite attractive.

The sound of the doorbell brought her back from her wandering thoughts. She wasn’t aware that they were expecting anybody to visit. She crept to the top of the stairs to listen. Richard opened the door to Helen. Relieved it was nothing which would delay her departure she put on her coat. To call it a coat was stretching the definition of the word to some extent. It was more like a long, beige jacket only reaching midway along her thigh when she stood upright. Black heels completed the outfit. As she checked herself in the mirror she wondered once more why she was doing it, putting herself through such ordeals. The damp feeling between her legs yet again answered her question.

In a bid to hide her unease Kate walked into the kitchen with an exaggerated self-assurance, trying to pretend that it was normal dress for a Saturday morning.

“Hello Helen, I’m sorry, I’d forgotten you were calling, I’ve got to go out.”

“That’s no problem, I was out for a run and thought I’d come back this way, so I called in on the off chance.”

“I’m just making us coffee, have you got time for one darling?” Richard asked with a sly smile.

“You know very well that I haven’t, thank you very much.”

“Kate’s due at Colonel Masons at eleven, and she has to use public transport or walk,” he told Helen.

“Like that? Bloody hell Kate, it’s showing a lot of leg. It does look sexy though.”

“Open your coat and show Helen the rest of your outfit darling,” Richard teased.

Kate undid the belt and the three buttons, pulled the sides apart and showed her naked body.

“There’s no ‘rest of the outfit’ to show, she’s naked.” Helen said in disbelief.

“Oh no, show her the rest Kate.” Blushing, Kate turned and bent forward showing Helen the head of the jewelled plug. After a stunned pause she managed to speak.

“I don’t want to sound like Melissa but, wow. That’s really cool, does it hurt?”

“No it’s very pleasant actually.”

“So you’ve got to go half way across London like that, everyone will be staring. Why do it?”

“You know why.”

“Oh I know all that, I meant, why don’t you go in the car and leave it round the corner, or get Richard to drop you off?”

“For one thing, if I were caught there would be serious consequences, and more importantly, what would be the point? If I’m going to do this, I’ll do it properly. To lie would only be deceiving myself. Anyway, I’ve got to go, mustn’t be late.” Before shutting the door Kate gave them both a kiss and said she’d be back by taxi so no need to worry then set off on her journey.

“I really don’t understand her,” Helen said, still looking at the closed door.

“It’s what she wants to do, and I have to say, I’m really proud of her.”

“She’s always been pretty open minded about things though.”

“Oh I know that, but she has to fight with herself over this, she’s fighting her upbringing, her moral values and her sense of right and wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“If she were a teenager from a background where girls started their sexual activities at a very early age then walking across London dressed like that wouldn’t be a problem. Look at it from her point of view though, an attractive middle-aged woman, fairly strict upbringing, and quite self-conscious. No, it’s a real challenge to her. I shouldn’t have teased her either I suppose.”

“You’ve been pretty open minded as well with what she’s done.”

“Here’s your coffee.” Richard placed the steaming cup before her. “I guess so but she doesn’t want to block you out either you know. She wants to share her experiences with you.”

“I guess I’ve felt a bit of an outsider since she got into this, but I do want to be there for her, if she needs me. And to be honest, I’m a bit disappointed that it’s not something we did together, you know, like we joined the gym, and went to that disastrous pottery class and do you remember when we tried to learn Spanish?”

“But you have to see that she has to do it. You’ve seen what she goes through so you know how important it is to her, its heavy stuff she puts up with, I admire her for doing it.”

“I can see how it excites her,” Helen continued, “I envy her for the thrill she feels I could see it on her face as she was leaving, the anticipation, the concern, she was almost wetting herself.”

As Helen continued to talk Richard detected more than a passing interest in Kate’s slavery.

“You should join her on some of her ‘outings’ it would be interesting to experience what she gets out of it.” Richard watched the thought go through Helen’s mind.

“That might be interesting,” was all she said in reply.

With some relief Kate found herself on the final stage of her journey–walking from the station to Colonel Mason’s house. The experience had served its purpose–getting her familiar with being humiliated in public. People had stared and even pointed. Some had informed their companions so that they could do the same. The coat was no protection from the knowing glances. The material said expensive and classy; the length said cheap and slutty. She had the feeling that everyone knew she was naked underneath. Despite her anxiety she held her head high and tried to look innocent. She tried to convince herself that none of those people knew why she was dressed like that, but she was sure that they did. Despite the embarrassment, or because of it, she felt the familiar arousal low in her stomach. The coat brushed against her naked skin, the fabric rubbed and hardened her nipples.

As she walked Kate considered the lives of the people around her. Did she envy them their freedom? They most likely had their own secrets, as she had hers, but theirs were private secrets, in the mind. Her secrets were beneath the short coat and so close to being discovered. A strong wind, somebody close behind on an escalator, a mugger, all manner of occurrences could expose her nakedness and the marks on her body, in turn, betraying her condition and stealing her dignity. The thought left her feeling an alarming pride, the keeping of her secret could not be assured by her silence alone. Even her secrets were out of her control.

Pressing the familiar doorbell ended the ordeal of being on display in the busy streets. What lay ahead was unknown to her. Finally the door opened, and to Kate’s surprise it wasn’t Janet who answered.

“You must be the slave, come in,” the young woman ordered. Kate stepped into the hallway, feeling confused. They stood for a moment looking at each other. Kate saw a tall young lady in her early twenties, very attractive and well made up giving her a sophisticated look. Dressed in a short flared skirt and matching jacket, with dark stockings and heels she looked to be the young socialite seen every day on the streets of Chelsea. The young lady saw an older woman in a short beige coat looking nervous.

“You can hang your coat up there,” she said, indicating the row of pegs on the wall, “The Colonel’s waiting for you.” Not knowing who she was or whether she had to obey her order forced Kate to hesitate in complying. But, if she was there, in the colonel’s house–and had already called her ‘the slave’–she must have been expecting her and know of her condition. Kate removed her coat and stood naked before the girl, bravely looking her in the eye. As she did so she thought she detected a slight sneer of disdain. The age difference generated new feelings of shame and ridicule, not helped by the smile which crossed the girls face as her eyes looked up and down Kate’s body.

“Go through to the study,” her stern voice ordered. Kate turned and walked ahead of her down the passageway.

“Knowing that the girl’s eyes must be on her buttocks gave Kate an unexpected thrill. She wondered if she were also able to see her ‘large lips’.

The Colonel was sitting at his desk when they entered and Janet was leaning against the front edge. So she is here thought Kate, realising that it was designed to put her off guard, to humble her.

“Why don’t you look her over Ann, see if you approve?” Colonel Mason said.

“Certainly, come here.” Kate moved over to the girl, who’d taken one of the ladder back chairs, and stood in front of her. The girl stroked her hands over Kate’s body.

“She’s very warm from her walk.”

The hands continued their exploration, stroking her breasts, kneading her buttocks and cupping her sex. Fingers probed her opening, the shock of it drawing a slight cry from Kate.

“She’s so wet here, must enjoy being a slut.”

“Show Ann how much of a slut you are,” The Colonel said. “Turn around and bend forward.” Kate did as she was told, exposing the jewelled head of the plug and the escaping fluid, revealing her excitement.

The hands returned to stroking her buttocks. Then fingers gripped the end of the plug and pulled slightly, testing its hold, before moving forward to cup the puffy lips once again.

“Well, what do you think of her?”

“She’s a good find Colonel, pretty and needy, a good combination. She obviously gets off from being exposed; she’s sopping wet in here.”

“Yes, she loves the humiliation, can’t get enough.”

For the first time Janet spoke.

“She needs teaching a lesson in manners though; she seems to have a dislike of women for some reason. Last week she was here taking a cock down her throat but didn’t want to offer a similar service to a woman.”

Kate felt an anger rise within her. She’d not refused to do things with a woman, she’d never been asked to. Janet was making her out to be uncooperative in some way and trying to make her look bad in front of The Colonel. She resisted the urge to defend herself, what would be the point? They would view any response as a dispute and use it as a reason to punish her. She remained impassive.

“So you don’t like being used by women? I find that quite insulting, come here.”

The girl pulled her down and over her knees. My God! She’s going to bloody well spank me. Kate couldn’t believe it. She felt the girls smooth stockings under her stomach. She placed her hands on the floor and waited. She would have to take the spanking, there was no choice but she would not give the girl the satisfaction of breaking her resolve, it couldn’t be as bad as when the Colonel had spanked her.

The first slap fell and Kate inhaled, shocked at the power the girl had put behind it. The blows continued, covering the whole area and reducing it to no more than a raw, throbbing mass. Whenever her hand caught the head of the plug it pushed into her causing pleasurable sensations to clash with the pain of the beating. The girl soon spoilt Kate’s good intentions and reduced her to tears.

“There we are Colonel,” the girl said, as she eased the force of her smacks, “she’s taken quite a lot and she’s nice and red but I don’t know how much of a punishment it was. I think we’ve just got her more excited that’s all. She’s soaking wet and trying to use her arse on the plug to get herself off. I think you were wrong Janet, I think she does like playing with women.”

Kate was mortified; the young girl had spanked her and was now discussing her reaction to it. She continued to look at the floor, hiding her shame from the onlookers.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” the girl said, pushing Kate down from her knees and onto the floor. “Now you can thank me, and show Janet that you’re happy to please women as well as men.”

She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide, exposing her naked sex. “If you don’t do it well we’ll assume that Janet was correct and then you’ll know what to expect.”

Kate had never performed oral sex on a woman before and was unsure whether she could do it. Kneeling, she moved her mouth forward and put out her tongue. Her only option was to base her efforts on what she enjoyed. She tried to copy what Richard did it to her and hope that would satisfy the girl. In around three or four minutes she had her answer as the girl shook and convulsed from Kate’s efforts.

Later, as she left, she found it hard to stifle a smile when Janet showed her out to the taxi. She knew that, at some point in the future, Janet would no doubt make her pay for her success and the pride she’d gained from it.

31

“Kate, it’s the phone for you,” Richard called, as Kate sat in the lounge reading her book. Putting his hand over the phone he mouthed: “It’s Graham Weston.”

“Hello Mr. Weston…yes of course…as you say…now? I…yes of course.” Kate handed the phone back to Richard.

“I’m wanted at the Colonels, straight away.” Kate told him, while looking extremely concerned.

“Do you know why?”

“He didn’t say, just that I needed to be taught a lesson.”

Richard knew why. He told himself that she’d thank him eventually, but at the time he felt only guilt. He repeatedly told himself that she’d asked him to force her into complying with instructions; in fact she’d begged him to. Should he confess his guilt? He decided against the idea, preferring to see how things turned out.

Both were quiet on the journey. His guilt and her anguish kept both their minds occupied. As he pulled up outside, she smiled and gave him a kiss. In that instant, the guilt of putting her through it overcame his fear of confessing, he had to tell her.

“Kate, I…” But she interrupted him.

“I’ll ring you when I’m ready,” she said. Did she know what he was about to say? Her voice was almost hoarse, giving away the level of her excitement.

“No need, I’ll wait here for you.”

Leaving the car she went to the door and rang the bell. Janet admitted her into the house, standing to one side as she passed. Janet spent a long moment looking out at Richard sitting in the car before closing the door and turning to follow Kate inside. Whether her look was meant to increase his guilt or not, he would never know, but it had that result.

Taken straight through to the study, Kate stood in front of the colonel.

“You’ve failed to live up to your obligations Catherine, and challenged our authority. That’s not acceptable, and will not be tolerated. Do you understand?”

She was still unaware of what he was referring to, unsure of the nature of her crime. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her mind racing for possible answers.

“Last night you were given a direct order which you refused to carry out, is that not so?”

The disclosure hit her like a train. They knew what had happened, and she realised how they knew–through Richard. The realisation thrilled her. She’d asked him for his support, begged him even, to force her to see this through, and it seemed that he’d taken her wishes seriously.

“I didn’t refuse…I…I just couldn’t.” She tried to justify her failure, knowing it to be pointless.

“Tell me what happened.” His stern voice showed no hint of sympathy for her unease.

“We went to a bar in the city. Richard told me to go and sit at the bar, then pick up a man.” It felt exciting at the time, relaying the story made it sound dirty and shameful.

“Pick him up for what?”

“I had to offer to take him to the toilets and get him off.” She lowered her head as she spoke, the words barely audible.

The Colonel looked shocked. “You mean perform oral sex on a stranger?”

“No!” she snapped back, “Richard would never do anything like that, just with my hand.”

“So what was the problem, why did you refuse?”

“I didn’t refuse.” She tried once again to defend herself by stressing the words. “I picked a man and started talking…it was sprung onto me…I hadn’t had any time to plan what to say…”

“You need to learn not to think about orders, just to respond. Failure is equal to refusal.”

“Prepare her please Janet,” The Colonel said, “oh, and we’ll need the gag as well.” Then he spoke harshly to Kate.

“Take the jacket off, quickly, and the skirt.”

Bound over the bar, Kate anticipated and dreaded the impending punishment. The waiting was an ordeal in itself and she almost welcomed its ending. The first strike from the whip made her scream, the intensity of the pain like nothing she had experienced before. Tied and stretched so tightly she had no chance of escaping the repeated blows as they tore into her back, buttocks and thighs. The gag only partly muffled the screaming and wailing. There was no begging–she had no time to form words between her screams. The back of her body, from shoulders to knees, became a mass of thin purple stripes on a red background, raised welts dissipated the building heat. Then as suddenly as it started the torture stopped. Sobbing into the gag she lay motionless and drained.

The Colonel approached with the cane in his hand, she shook her head violently. The muted begging through the gag was easily interpreted–she’d had enough.

“You may think that you’ve learnt your lesson, Catherine, but so far you’ve suffered no more than you have in this house on previous occasions. Putting these cane strokes on top will ensure your loyalty and obedience for a very long time.”

Kate’s fear forced her to cry even before the first stroke landed. She had no idea how many strokes were delivered. The pain was so intense that after the first three, the rest only registered as distant thuds.

Richard sat in the car wondering what torture she was going through. What would she feel when she returned to him. Would it be remorse, regret, shame or anger? Would she blame him for her treatment or see it as self-inflicted. He loved her more than ever and wanted nothing to come between them. Perhaps she would see the necessity of the treatment and forgive him.

After having time to recover, wash and dress, Kate was taken back to The Colonel.

“Catherine, You’ve been punished because you disregarded the rules, more importantly you let yourself down, you failed in your role didn’t you?”

“Yes Sir and I’m sorry.”

“I believe you are. Disobeying the rules is a pointless exercise. Where’s the satisfaction in failing those who are giving you what you desire? You’ve been trained to carry out your duties as a slave; you can’t be trained to be submissive–to accept your need to be of service to others. That must come from within.” He paused for a moment, thinking, before asking, “what was the worst part about tonight?”

She considered his question at length. Was it the whip, or the cane, cruelly applied on top of the whip marks? It was neither.

“The worst part was the shame of knowing that I’d let myself down, let you down and let Richard down, I’m sorry.” The Colonel smiled and he spoke in an almost tender manner.

“You have indeed learnt a lesson tonight. I’m proud of you Catherine, and you should be proud of yourself. You’ve been badly beaten and feel no outrage regarding the pain. You’ve considered the bigger picture and the significance of your correction. You are indeed special.”

Entering the car Kate could see the look of worry etched onto Richard’s face. She felt sorry for him. Leaning over, she kissed him long and hard on the lips, pulling his head towards her. When she finally released him all she said was, “thank you.”

“I’m sorry, Kate. It was all my fault, I…” She placed a finger on his lips stopping him from finishing his apology.

“Don’t you be sorry at all. I chose to do this and I messed up, you helped me realise how foolish I was and I won’t let you down again, I promise. I love you.”

“But I know what they’ll have done to you; I saw how you sat down.”

“I disobeyed and I got punished, that’s how it should be, cause and effect. I’ll remember tonight for a long time after the marks have gone, and I have you to thank for that.”

32

Sunday morning. It had been four days since Kate’s punishment at the hands of The Colonel. The welts had reduced, leaving only bruising as evidence of the lesson she’d learnt. She hadn’t been up long, still in her robe, lazing around in the kitchen, cleaning things away from the previous evening.

“Kate, can you come here please.” Richard called from the room they had converted into a home gym.

From the kitchen a door led to the gym which they’d set up in the former basement. The room was of reasonable size and originally only had access from outside, from a door in the entrance porch. They’d always assumed it was used only for storage and no direct access from inside the house was necessary. When they made better use of the space and installed the gym equipment they had a spiral staircase put in giving access to the kitchen via a lockable security door.

She carefully made her way down the stairs to where Richard was finishing his workout.

“Stand there and take off your robe.” He positioned her facing the stairs leading to the front porch with her hands behind her head. There was no question of seeking an explanation; she’d made a pact with herself to obey him in all matters, accepting whatever he asked of her. Richard returned to wiping himself down before putting on his track suit and trainers.

After a few minutes of standing in position Kate jumped at the sound of the doorbell. Her first reaction was panic closely followed by the instinct to move. Facing the stairs she would be in clear view if the top door were opened. Richard climbed the stairs to the porch.

“I’ll get it,” he casually announced, “you can stay there.”

He went to the door, released the top and bottom bolt and opened the lock. With the door half closed Kate couldn’t see who the visitor was but could hear the faint sound of voices greeting each other. She thought there were two other voices but she didn’t recognise them; they must be strangers. Richard stepped aside and the two men entered. Kate’s heart pounded and her breathing quickened, they were going to see her standing there, naked.

“Alan, Keith, allow me to introduce my wife, Catherine.”

The two strangers looked her up and down, smiling to themselves and obviously pleased with what they saw. The tall one, Alan, walked behind her. She could feel his eyes boring into her naked flesh. The short stocky one remained where he was, just staring. Nothing was said for a few moments as the strangers took in the bizarre scene before them. A blond, slim, elegant woman standing naked in her own house displaying her body to them as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Turn around and bend forward,” Richard ordered. The shock of the order hit her. She was humiliated enough standing there naked, if she bent forward they would see not only her open sex but the wetness showing her arousal. She hesitated.

“I would’ve thought the marks on your body were enough of a reminder of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told. Now turn and bend,” he repeated. She swallowed hard, slowly turned, slightly parted her legs and bent forward to hold her ankles.

“Beautiful isn’t she gentlemen? Those are two of her finer points. Very nice indeed, I think you’ll agree?” The enthusiastic response confirmed his appraisal. “Stand up Kate and come over here.” She stood and faced the men. Despite her embarrassment she tried to feign an air of calm indifference and, holding her head up, walked over to Richard to stand at his side.

“She is indeed beautiful Richard, you were quite correct. May I inspect further?” the stocky short man asked.

“Of course, she’ll be pleased for you to inspect her.”

As he roughly groped and pawed her flesh Kate couldn’t prevent the distaste–no, the loathing–she felt for the man. She didn’t want her body used by him, he wasn’t attractive, he was rough with her and showed no finesse. Richard felt her tense, aware of her unease and what he was putting her through.

“Kate, I want you to let these gentlemen do as they wish with you, that’s not too much to ask is it?” Despite her discomfort and confusion she shook her head.

“No Sir, it’s not.” Sliding his hand between her legs he felt her wetness.

“Good, you seem to be enjoying the attention anyway.”

Richard was well aware of how difficult it was for her. After her fall from grace she needed to rise to a challenge and restore some of her former confidence. His test would provide her with the opportunity. She told him that she wanted to be pushed into more extreme behaviour, well this should satisfy her, for now.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me,” the tall man ordered.

Kate looked round to Richard, who nodded his approval.

“I hear you have a desire to live out your fantasies, that you can’t resist the need to be submissive, is that correct?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Kneel down and open the zip. Take it out, and then use your mouth on me.”

Armed with her new skills, as taught by Janet, Kate soon had the man aroused and breathing heavily. He continued moving in and out of her mouth using it for his pleasure–just as she’d been told people would. Her training subconsciously guided her mind and actions. Her lips worked on the erection in her mouth, sliding up and down the shaft as she’d been taught.

“I’m told that you’re a willing participant in disgraceful behaviour, an unusual quality in a married woman of your standing, and such an attractive trait.” He looked over to Richard. “She’s a lucky woman having a husband prepared to let her satisfy such disgusting fantasies.”

Richard stood to one side and took in the scene before him. He saw his naked wife on her knees, using her mouth to satisfy a stranger. Her knees were wide apart and buttocks spread allowing the short man to kneel beside her and force his fingers deep into her open holes. Her body pushed down against the fingers drawing them into her.

The excitement of being forced into it, the stimulation from the fingers and the knowledge that Richard was watching all added to her pleasure. She knew he’d be pleased with her. She pictured him looking at the marks on her body, glistening with her sweat. He would be seeing how much she was enjoying her degrading treatment, and she knew he’d be rock hard watching his wife being used.

He thought those two men must envy him having a wife who would disgrace herself in that way just because he told her to. What would their wives think of her? He’s sure they would correctly assume her to be a slut.

Unable to resist any longer the stranger filled her mouth with his sperm. Swallowing it down in front of Richard proved to be her biggest thrill. She knew he’d be proud of her, proud that she’s willing to carry out his orders whatever the personal cost.

With her task completed she looked over to him. The look confirmed her acceptance that he could loan her to others as freely as any of his other possessions. He stepped forward to help her to her feet, holding her close he took back his property and re-established his ownership.

“She’ll do very well Richard.” The tall man said, as he tidied himself and rearranged his clothing. “Would she be available on Friday for the entertainment?”

“Of course, she’d be delighted.” Kate had no idea what she would be needed for and didn’t mind. She knew Richard would keep her safe, she trusted him.

After the men left they discussed the implications of the morning’s events.

“I’m surprised that you invited them here, to our house. Why did you do that?”

“Because you asked me to.”

“I asked you to? When?” She’d asked no such thing.

“If you cast your mind back to three months ago, we sat in that restaurant and you opened up to me telling me what you wanted, don’t you remember?”

“Of course I do.”

“And what was it you said you wanted?”

“To be a slave, to be submissive.”

“That’s true, but it was more than that. You said you wanted it to be absolute, you said you wanted to be under the total control of others, to have no choices of how when or by whom you were used. Well now that’s been put into place. You see up until now you’ve always had a safe haven, a place you could return to if things got too much for you, a place to call your own. But not now, this is what you asked for.”

She sat and pondered the implications of what he’d said. He was right of course.

In reality Richard had no intention of allowing the private area of their home to be used, which is why he set the scene up in the gym, an area not directly part of the house. He intended to keep that knowledge to himself though, there was no need to share it with Kate.

“You’re getting too good at this,” she told him, “you’re starting to make me nervous. I was the one who dragged you into this, now you’ve not only caught me up you’re pushing me out of my comfort zone.” That’s a result, he thought, “And what’s happening on Friday then?” she tentatively asked.

“I knew you’d be dying to ask.”

“Well, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would. Those two are from Oakham, and together with some of their friends they have a poker night once a month. They take it in turns to come up with an event that they can bet on and this month it’s Alan’s turn.”

“So where do I come in, what’s the event?”

Now telling you that would spoil the surprise for Friday wouldn’t it.”

“You’re mean and nasty, and I love you.”

33

“What should a lady wear to be the entertainment at a gentleman’s poker night?” Kate asked, genuinely unsure, as she had no idea of what would be expected of her.

“Well, it’s a bit chilly but we’ll be in the car so why don’t you just put your big coat on.”

“Are we going somewhere public?”

“No, we’re going to Alan’s house, a very nice house too from what I hear.”

As they pulled into the driveway of the address Richard had been given, both were impressed.

“Wow, it is impressive, he does alright for himself,” Kate enthused.

“Looks like it. Come on let’s get you in there.”

They rang the doorbell and almost immediately the door was opened by the same man she’d been approved by the previous Sunday.

“Hello, please come in, we’ve been expecting you.”

After closing the door he turned to Kate.

“I don’t think that we were properly introduced last week, I’m Alan Harrington, pleased to meet you.”

He shook Kate’s hand in a formal manner which seemed so out of place considering the events of last week and whatever was expected of her that night. She appreciated the gesture of respect and decided that she liked the man.

“Can I take your coats?” Richard slipped his coat off and handed it to Alan. Kate’s look of alarm reminded him of her nakedness beneath the coat.

“Thank you, but I think Kate would rather keep hers for now.” There was a second of hesitation before Alan understood.

“Oh, yes of course, I see. Shall we go through?”

The opulent kitchen-diner was huge. At one end an expensively appointed kitchen and at the other a large round table covered with the trappings of card players. Cards, glasses, bottles and dishes of nibbles covered the central area. Five men sat around the table laughing and joking; all stood when Kate and Richard entered the room. As Alan introduced the poker group, Kate recognised the short stocky man who had mauled her last Sunday, Keith Murray, Alan Harrington’s deputy. She couldn’t help blushing as she shook his hand. After accepting the offer of a drink, Kate waited to hear of her fate.

“Well gentlemen, I think you’ll agree with my assessment of Catherine.”

General mumbling and head nodding seemed to confirm that whatever he’d told them was correct.

“Catherine, during our games evenings we always have a little entertainment that we can bet on. Childish I know, but fun. It was my turn to organise it for this month–and here you are. Does she know why she’s here Richard?”

“No, she was happy for it to be a surprise.”

“Excellent. Well, each of us here has placed a bet on how long you can hold out. Therefore there are five different times written on this paper,” he showed her a sealed envelope, “if you don’t last until the first time then the winner is the first on the list, up to the second time the second person is the winner and so on. The winner’s reward will be the same as the sample you provided on Sunday. If you last beyond the fifth guess then you’re the winner, in which case each of us will donate £50 to a charity of your choice. Does that seem fair enough?”

“I…yes…that seems very fair,” Kate was stuck for words, unsure of how she should respond, “but what do I have to do…hold out from what?”

“Ah, so impatient, let’s get you started then.” He walked from the room, indicating that they should follow. Entering the lounge, Kate was impressed once again with the expensive furniture. Antiques were arranged around the room and a collection of claret jugs filled a glass fronted cabinet. In the centre of the room, a black sheet covered a small object placed on the thick Oriental rug. The men positioned themselves on the sofas around the perimeter of the room.

“Please take a seat Richard, I’m sue you’d like a good view. Kate stood in the middle of the room, wondering what lay beneath the sheet. “Catherine, have you heard of a Sybian?”

“No, I don’t think that I have.”

“Good, this will be new to you then. The device was developed in the early eighties as the ultimate masturbation device for women.” Kate’s eyes widened, as she realised her fate. He continued to talk as he removed the sheet.

“This one’s on loan for the evening from Oakham. They own a few of these as men find it highly agreeable to watch women using them, as I’m sure we will. But for this evening the emphasis is on the sport rather than the visual entertainment.”

Kate studied the device. The leather covered box had a curved surface almost like a saddle, with a pink plastic moulding sticking out of the top. Due to its shape she had no doubts as to its use. In front of it was a pad covered in small raised domes.

“We drew lots to see who got to operate the controls, and Bernard won.” They all whooped and cheered at Bernard as though he’d scored a goal in a local football match. “So, if you’d like to take off your coat we can get started.” Kate removed her coat and handed it to Richard, proud of the general murmurs of approval in the room.

“Catherine, if you’d like to take your position,” he said. She knelt astride the device and lowered herself onto the plastic cock. It took her a couple of attempts to get it fully inside and feel comfortable. He handed the control box on the end of the cable to Bernard, and then continued, “There are two controls, one for vibration and the other for rotation. Are you ready Bernard?” He nodded. Alan looked at his watch, waited about ten seconds, then said, “Go.” Bernard started the device which made her instantly jolt her hips forward.

Kate felt the cock start to vibrate and the small pad pressed onto her clit sending shivers through her body. She tried to remain calm, to fix her mind on other things, determined to hold out. The men sat and watched as she tried to give no external sign of her growing excitement. Richard could see the tell-tale signs: her nipples hardening and the red flush spreading over her chest. He smiled to himself.

Bernard turned the control causing further sensations to spread through her body. Kate moved slightly back and forth as a natural reaction to increase the pleasure before reprimanding herself. You have to resist it not enjoy it. My God, she hoped she would get another go on it when she could really test it out.

She concentrated harder, attempting to take her mind off the thing between her legs–now slick with her moisture. She imagined her lips, the famous puffy lips, to be even larger by then and full of colour.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, casting her mind back to the afternoon when Colonel Mason and Janet had worked on her body, training her to resist her natural urges. Shit, this thing’s good, she thought, keep in control, keep still. Fight it. The time’s passing, you can do it.

Richard watched her with fascination, he knew she was giving way to the temptation, to go with the machine and grind herself down onto the pad. She wouldn’t last long. Bernard increased the vibrations. New waves of pleasure spread from their source to all parts of her body. Her thighs convulsed, her stomach hardened and her nipples stiffened–she was well on the way.

The minutes passed but her sweating, twitching body held out, resisting the inevitable. Then Bernard turned on the second switch. The rotation of the cock renewed the stimulation, passing over the spot she’d sought with her own vibrator on many occasions. Completing its cycle of pleasure it returned to repeat its torturous path. Kate changed her mind; she wasn’t going to last much longer.

She knew the infernal machine was going to get the better of her and what was one more blow job? She needed to climax and gave in to the sensations. Richard watched her body twitch, the tell-tale sign that she was nearly there. Then she stiffened, convulsed and finally unwound. She leaned forward pressing the domed pad hard against her clit, rocked her body backward and forwards as the cock continued to rotate and vibrate its way to her downfall, her failure to resist.

She felt the orgasm build and she no longer wanted to resist it. The moaning, convulsing and muscle spasms seemed to go on and on forever, before the peak was announced by the clenching of her muscles and the stiffening of her body. The shuddering and twitching finally diminished and she slipped sideways to the floor.

The men cheered and clapped, shouting tributes of their admiration and approval.

Kate hardly heard them. She felt the soft carpet against her face as she recovered. Her moaning decreased as the aftermath of her orgasm slowly left her. Richard watched her body relax and went to her, helped her up and placed her coat around her shoulders. Kissing her tenderly he whispered in her ear. “I’ve never seen you look more beautiful than you looked then.” He sat her in his chair and she took a long drink–she’d lost a lot of fluid.

“Gentlemen,” Alan announced, “I think we must all congratulate Catherine on such a marvellous performance, first class.” They all applauded. Her blushes were outweighed by the pride which swept over her. “So, to the results,” he continued, opening the envelope, “the actual time was twelve minutes and thirty seven seconds.” He scanned the list of times. “Oh dear Jim, five minutes twenty, nowhere near, let’s see, the guess for the longest time comes in at eleven and a half minutes. Catherine, you my dear, are the winner.”

The men cheered and clapped. Kate smiled at Richard, who hugged her. Alan continued. “You may have beaten the times but we were all winners tonight, well done. Richard will let me know which charity I’m to transfer your winnings to.”

During the journey home Kate reflected on her victory. She was pleased to have won and to be the reason the charity would benefit, but she wouldn’t have minded losing either.

“Richard.”

“What?”

“Have you got anything in mind to get me for Christmas?”

“No! You’d never get anything done.”

“Meanie.”

34

Richard sat on the bed and watched as Kate completed her preparation. She sat at the dressing table with her back to him as she applied the finishing touches to her make-up. Heavy he’d told her, like a whore, not a street whore–a high class whore.

“That’s it, I’m ready.” she said, rising from the stool.

She turned to face him. The black seamed stockings, held up by the six straps of the suspender belt, and the black high heels contrasted so well with her creamy flesh. The thin black choker round her neck, accentuated by her blond hair, completed the outfit.

The make-up was just right, enough to suggest the whore but not enough to confirm it.

“Make up your nipples as well, we’ll need them to stand out,” he added.

Holding each breast in turn she darkened them. After checking in the mirror, she was pleased with the result.

He’d told her on Thursday that she would be his whore at the weekend. He wanted her to experience going to a hotel where he’d use her as a high class call girl. Well, she certainly looked and felt the part.

Seeing her standing there, it was hard to imagine her as the same Kate who ran the gallery, curled up on the sofa with a book and cup of tea or who went to lunch with her friends. The Kate before him was the wanton woman who became more shameless with every test she passed, but she still held onto her values regarding respectable behaviour. He hoped that would never change. If she lost her virtue the fun of watching her inner conflict would go with it.

“You look beautiful, as always. Here put your coat on, are you okay?”

“Of course, just nervous that’s all.”

“Good, have you got your bag?”

“Yes, and don’t forget your money, I’m not cheap you know.”

“Don’t be cheeky, come on.”

The nerves caused some fluttering in her stomach, but probably, some of it was also due to the excitement. She’d often wondered what it must be like for high class prostitutes meeting clients in hotel rooms; she was about to find out.

The drive to the hotel only took a few minutes. The tall ultra-modern building stood as a familiar landmark in the area. From the outside it could be a corporate office block with its steel structure clad in glass panels, only the signs at the entrance to the car park giving away its true function. They turned in and parked the car.

“Right, it’s room 214, on the second floor. You wait here for ten minutes and then join me.”

“Can’t I come in with you?” she asked, starting to panic.

“Of course not, whores are ordered and join the client in the room.”

“Have you done this before? You seem very knowledgeable,” she teased.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then got out of the car.

She noted the time to be sure of waiting the full ten minutes.

The reception area reflected the decor of the outside, stainless steel, glass and thick pile carpet. Richard certainly knew how to treat a whore, she thought.

Walking through the reception area made her feel conspicuous. Had he thought it through in such detail, or was she reading more into it than there was? A regular guest would be there in a coat of course, but probably not the seamed stockings. She watched the other guests passing through the busy reception area, convinced that they were all aware of her reason for being there, sure that she was naked beneath her coat and aware of her excitement. She looked around and spotted the lifts, glass fronted tubes moving up and down the centre of the building. Nobody else waited so she entered the first one to reach the ground floor. She soon found the room at the end of the long, empty corridor and quietly knocked. As soon as the door opened Richard spoke.

“Take off your coat and stand in the middle.”

As she obeyed, she took in her surroundings. It was the typical hotel room, bed, desk, coffee table, chair and the open door to the bathroom. The curtains were drawn and the lights on. It pleased her that he was being discreet.

He took a blindfold from his pocket and placed it carefully over her eyes. Taking her arm he guided her across the room. As she stood waiting she heard the curtains being pulled back.

“Put your hands behind your head, and part your legs.” Heart thumping, she complied.

“I need to go and get my bag from the car, don’t move.”

She stood as directed, wondering what was before her. Was it one of the full length windows she saw as they pulled into the car park? Even if it was would the second floor be too high for her to be seen? Or was he just bluffing, trying to make her worry without need? She doubted he’d forgotten his bag; he’d go outside to check if she was obeying her orders, watching her display herself in such a blatant manner. Would others notice and join him, becoming witnesses to her disgrace?

She was brought out of her musing by the sound of the door opening, he was back. The door closed and she heard the bag put down. The blindfold heightened her sense of hearing but she still strained for every sound, eager for any clue as to his intentions.

His hand gripped her arm and led her back to the centre of the room.

“Kneel on the table.” She pictured the low coffee table and bent down, seeking the edge with her hands. Once kneeling in position she again waited as he tied her wrists and ankles to the legs. He stood back to admire her. Dressed in only the heels and stockings, tied to the table with her arse high in the air, sex spread obscenely open–she was delightful. She felt his fingers stroke her openings.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes Sir.”

She felt his tongue on her open lips and circle around her rim. She tried to keep still but the sensations made her move backwards, pushing against his tongue. She could feel the moisture seeping from her, ready to lubricate and ease his entry. The tongue withdrew to be replaced by the head of his hard cock, pushing into her. With no warning he pushed hard and, in one stroke, inserted himself fully, making her cry out. He felt so hard. He must love it–taking his whore. His slow movements increased in pace until he was ramming her, making her cry out with each thrust. He seemed to have boundless energy, forcing himself on her, seeking new depths with each thrust.

With no respite a hand grabbed her hair and lifted her head, feeling his breath on her face, he said, “Now you’re a whore.”

The assault from behind continued as he kissed her forehead.

“What? Who?” He put a finger to her lips to silence her.

“What’s it like having a stranger fuck you?” he whispered.

She wanted to pull away, to stop the stranger from taking her, but her wishes didn’t count. She wanted Richard to be proud of her, she would do it because it was what he wanted from her. The stranger slowed down and finally stopped his onslaught. After a brief pause she felt him once again, probing, but this time pushing at her smaller opening. The ring soon gave way as he slowly entered her tight passage. Then the slow rhythm resumed.

Richard let go of her hair and sat on the chair, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife being used by the stranger. Her lithe body, kneeling on the table, backside high in the air, her small hanging breasts swinging back and forth as he thrust in and out of the tight passage at an ever increasing pace. He loved her complicity–her silence granting permission for her own debasement.

She moaned as she felt the stranger thrust into her and stay fully embedded, before feeling his fluid fill her. Once finished he abruptly pulled out of the sore opening and moved round to the front. His hand grabbed her hair, roughly lifting her head.

“You’ve made a mess, whore.”

She knew the meaning of the statement and opened her mouth. Without seeing it she knew he would be covered with a mixture of her own juices and his sperm. The revulsion she expected to feel never materialised. Her excitement overtook any thought of refusing, and with Richard watching, she couldn’t bear to let him down or embarrass him. She had cleaned herself with one of the enemas so refusing would be much worse than complying. She took it into her mouth, tasting the acrid mixture of juices and eagerly worked with her tongue, happily accomplishing the task.

He said nothing more as she heard him adjust his clothing and leave the room.

Once they were alone again Richard released her from the table and helped her to stand. She felt used, dirty, satisfied and elated. A stranger had just fucked her in front of her husband and she’d enjoyed it, and strangely, so had he.

There was no hurry to leave; after all, the room was theirs for the night. Kate went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. Richard lay on the bed, his eyes closed.

While in the shower she had time to think about what she’d done–what they’d done. Did he regret it? Was he lying there thinking about them, where they could go from there? He was very quiet and still. The guilt filled her, consumed her. She shouldn’t have consented so easily, she wouldn’t blame him for being regretful; he’d married an unprincipled, shameless woman. She left the bathroom and stood by the bed.

“Richard, I’m sorry, I feel like a dirty slut,” she said, blandly.

“So do I, come here.” He pulled her onto the bed and held her tight. Relief flooded through her, he approved of her disgraceful behaviour.

“Was it so thrilling for you to see me like that?”

“Oh yes, better than I imagined,” he said, playing it back in his mind.

“Why is it such a turn on to you?”

“I’ve no idea. Why do some people like Marmite and others hate it? Even I didn’t know it was a turn on until recently. Husbands are supposed to feel jealous and protective when they see their wife being taken roughly by a stranger, but I felt arousal, intense arousal, that makes me the weird one, not you.”

“I don’t think you’re weird; we’re just a good match for each other.” And she was right, they both concluded that they had compatible needs, she needed to be used and abused, and he wanted to loan her to others so that he could achieve his pleasure. The stranger taking her was of no consequence to them as a couple, no love or feeling was involved it was just sex. The love was reserved for afterwards when they stayed in the room for hours and enjoyed each other’s bodies as husband and wife, both charged up by the foreplay the stranger had provided. The incident proved to be the opportunity for them both to finally disassociate sex the activity–the means to an end–from the emotions of lovemaking which they shared as a married couple.

35

“Good morning Catherine and how are you?” Weston asked as he greeted her.

“I’m very well, thank you Sir.”

“Can I offer you a tea or coffee?”

“That would be very nice, I’ll have a coffee, thank you.” He buzzed the intercom and asked Grace to take in two coffees.

“You must be wondering why I’ve asked you to call in and see me.”

“Well yes, I am curious. There’s no problem is there?”

“Oh no, far from it. We just needed to catch up on your training and see how things are going for you in general. It’s been three months since you decided to join us and I think it’s time to make some arrangements for your future.”

“I see, well, I think that I’ve come a long way in a short time and learnt a lot.” Unsure of what he wanted to hear Kate thought it best to give away as little as possible. Referring to a folder in front of him, Weston obviously had in-depth information on all of her activities so far.

“I see you were recently punished for refusing an order.” Assuming his statement required a reply, she gave one, although careful not to contradict his use of the word refuse.

“Yes Sir, and I’m sorry.” She felt like a small child sitting before the Headteacher, needing to have the error of her ways reinforced.

“Not to worry, these things happen. I’m sure you learnt from it. I also see that Richard has been developing a healthy interest in using you. I see he’s had you exposing yourself to strangers, even with your friends observing and travelling across London half naked. You have been busy haven’t you?”

Kate hoped her face wasn’t as red as she felt it might be. Finding out that he knew everything was bad enough but to have it read out to her made it sound even worse.

“Colonel Mason has given very positive feedback on your training, it seems you’ve taken a lot of punishment and learnt how to fully offer your body.”

“Yes Sir.”

“And how do you feel now about joining us, any regrets?”

“No Sir, not at all. I’ve dreamed about doing those things and now that it’s happened I feel myself fortunate to have been given the opportunity.”

“We’ll see if that changes very soon.” Kate looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

“And I see that you’ve reached, and passed, the first big hurdle of being shared in front of your husband. How do you feel about that?”

“We both feel the same way, it doesn’t affect our relationship, and that it’s another tool to use for degrading me.”

“Good. I’m pleased to see that you’re in favour of it. It’ll save you from having to do it unwillingly, which brings us nicely to your future.”

Kate felt an unease pass through her, unable to predict his requirements of her, but eager to hear what she was to face.

“As you know, the bracelet you’re wearing signifies that you’re owned by Oakham. It also means that you’re available to be used by those who know of its significance–the members. At times it may not be convenient to you, but that’s the nature of the game, so to speak. If you don’t know the person, remember that you’re quite within your rights to ask for proof of membership.”

“But I’d be no more than a prostitute!” Kate regretted raising her voice and had the sudden fear that she’d misinterpreted his meaning and end up appearing foolish.

“No, no, not at all, prostitutes get paid, you won’t be.” A hint of a smile crossed his face. “Is this not what you expected, indeed wanted–to be used?”

“Well yes, but… I wasn’t expecting this, that’s all.”

“If you knew what to expect, half the fun would be gone wouldn’t it? Besides we’re not going to send you out on the streets looking for work; that would be seedy. In fact sometimes you won’t even have to leave the house.”

“What do you mean, not leave the house?”

“We’ll let Richard explain that when you get back.”

As soon as Kate entered the house she asked Richard to explain what Weston had been telling her.

“So you’ve been informed of how you’re to be used, and what do you think about it?”

“The thought of it does thrill me, it’s what I asked for, but I’m disturbed about being used here, at our home.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, I won’t have people in the house, it’s my home too and I’m not the one being defiled, you are. Only known people will use you here, and with my agreement.”

“But you said you won’t allow them in the house?”

“I know I did, but we had a delivery today, come on, I’ll show you.” Taking her hand, he led her through the kitchen and down to the gym.

“See, when I want you to be used by others it will be done here. Just like when you entertained Alan and Keith a while ago.”

There, in the centre of the room stood the latest addition to the equipment–a ‘Bar’, similar to the one at Colonel Mason’s. The differences lay in the materials. It had been constructed in Beech wood and chrome with a deep red leather top making it fit in with the room and the other equipment. In fact to the casual observer it wouldn’t look out of place in a modern gymnasium.

“Wow, that’s great, you’d never know its real use.”

“There’s one other thing you may have missed,” he said, pointing to a spot high on the far wall, “a camera. I wouldn’t be much good in the surveillance business if I couldn’t watch and record my wife being abused would I?”

As turned on as she was, Kate couldn’t help but feel afraid. Was this the same person that she’d opened up to in the restaurant only four months ago? The person she’d told that she wanted to be used in any way that people wanted to use her. If he’d now reached the stage of giving her to others to use as they wished, what would another four months bring? The thought thrilled and terrified her, but she knew that she wanted to find out the answer.

“But why do we need it anyway?” she asked, more curious than afraid.

“To secure you, of course.”

“But you know I’ll do whatever you want me to do, there’s no need for me to be tied.”

“But that’s what men want isn’t it? To have a beautiful woman not only available for their use, but unable to deny them, it gives them a feeling of power. Take Keith for example, he’d be intimidated by you if you weren’t restrained, but once you are he can let go and use you to satisfy all his little perversions. Take your clothes off; let’s give it a go.” Kate obediently undressed while Richard got wrist and ankle straps from the cupboard.

“Lie down and I’ll fix your ankles.” With her legs spread wide she felt open and vulnerable. “Now your arms.” Her wrists and ankles were soon secured to the rings and drawn outward. The leather bar must have been slightly higher than the colonel’s as the tension on her arms and legs strained her muscles.

“It’s higher than his; it’s pulling on my arms and legs.”

“Is it now?” Richard asked, fascinated. His thoughts racing. “That’s a bit of a bonus then.”

After securing her, Richard climbed the spiral stairs to the kitchen and closed the door behind him, leaving her stretched tight, hurting and moist. The time dragged, she had no idea how long she waited, and her muscles ached. She tried moving but the pull on her limbs didn’t allow it. The discomfort only increased.

Richard eventually returned, wearing only his bathrobe. She watched him slowly descend the stairs and casually walk towards her.

“Richard, please, my arms are aching, I’ve been here for ages already.”

“But you’ve no idea just how beautiful you look, stretched like that, and hurting–so beautiful.” He removed his robe, and let it fall to the floor. She saw his obvious excitement, his arousal. He spent a long while stroking her aching body, feeling and holding her breasts, cupping between her legs and squeezing her buttocks while admiring her. She felt a pride in the effect her body still had on him after all their years of marriage–even though she knew his desire was increased by her suffering.

Moving round behind her, he used his hand to guide his stiff erection to her small opening. With one violent thrust he forced himself into her. She cried out with a mixture of surprise, pain and delight. His self-absorbed passion for her proved to be her misfortune as each violent thrust started new waves of pain. A small price to pay, she thought, for knowing the intensity of his desire. The resulting pain was merely a discomfort when compared to the pleasure she felt inside. Physical pleasure from his onslaught and emotional pleasure caused by him using her despite her discomfort.

It wasn’t long before he lost control and gave way to his pleasure. With the final, strongest thrusts, Kate joined him, attaining her own pleasure. After withdrawing from her body, he carefully undid the straps, and gently lowered her to the ground. After wrapping her in his robe he sat with her as her muscles returned to some sort of usable condition. He spoke tenderly to her the whole while, telling her of his love for her, his desire for her and his pride in her. She asked for nothing more.

“Now you have an idea of how you’ll be treated here, bent over there and left available for whoever we choose to give you to. How do you feel about it?”

“They can use me however they want, I’ll do what you say.” Even after his earlier exertions she felt him harden at the thought.

36

Saturday 14th December, and as usual Kate and Richard were to join his colleagues and partners for their Christmas social. The event followed the same format every year, a formal dinner dance with an overnight stay at the venue. Using public transport, it would take approximately an hour to reach the hotel in the south of the city.

“Let me know when you’re ready to get dressed, I’ve got something I’d like you to wear tonight,” Richard informed her as she headed for the shower. She loved him taking an interest in what she wore and valued his good taste, sure that he wouldn’t expect her to wear anything too revealing or slutty in front of his friends.

After showering, she called Richard.

“What would you like me to put on then darling?”

“Whatever you like, on top of this.” He produced a length of thin rope.

“What’s that for?”

“It’s for you to wear, under your clothes of course. Come over here, put your arms up and spread your legs.” The thin rope was tied tightly around her waist, down between her legs and back to the waist band.

“I saw this on the Internet. It didn’t look particularly uncomfortable but we’ll have to wait and see,” he explained, as he continued working the rope around her body. The process being repeated three times, with two of the loops between her legs carefully positioned either side of her sex and the third pulled hard between her lips. Stepping away he admired his handiwork.

“There we are, how does that feel?”

“Tight, it’s pinching my lips already. I can’t go out like this.”

“Of course you can, you’ll enjoy it. You can get dressed now, and you need to get a move on or we’ll be late, and I’m sure you won’t want to run.”

Kate chose a skirt and jacket of thick material to hide the rope she was wearing, not knowing how long she would have to suffer it.

On finally arriving at the venue Kate felt a huge relief. While Richard booked in she stood quietly trying to feign normality, walk upright and show no outward sign of her arousal. The journey had been a trial, the rope constantly pinched the lips of her fleshy sex. Walking to the tube station, the motion of the train and climbing the exit stairs had all added to her torment. For the last hour the rope between her lips had rubbed against her swollen clit and the sensations left her hot and fired up.

Before leaving the desk he took the opportunity to alert the receptionist to Kate’s unease.

“Come on darling, I’ve got the key. Are you OK, you look a little flushed?”

“I’m fine thank you, just a little excited,” she replied sheepishly.

Once in the room Kate asked if she could remove the fiendish rope.

“You can choose either to keep it on all evening or take it off now and repay my kindness later. What will it be?”

“I’d like to take it off, if that’s alright.”

“Of course you can darling, here let me untie you.” After Richard removed the rope the red patterned lines showed as a replica of where it had been. “Wow, look at that, it was tight, you did very well, and did you enjoy it?”

“It was horrible, it’s pinched me,” Kate said, trying to see the lips of her sex, “and it rubbed my clit all the way.”

“I said, did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, it was fantastic,” she admitted, looking guilty, “it was a real turn on wearing it next to people who had no idea. I felt such a dirty slut, thank you.”

“You’re incorrigible. We’d better get ready and go down. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself for being late do you?” She didn’t understand the implication of what he said, or how she would have to ‘repay his kindness’ but knew she would need to be on her guard.

The meal was a joyous affair, good wine, excellent food and friendly banter. After finishing a generous helping of desert the liqueurs were passed around the table. The festive atmosphere and a copious quantity of drink began to take their toll as the dancing took priority. They returned to the table to relax. Richard placed his hand on Kate’s thigh before gently stroking along her leg, gradually getting higher–teasing her. Her body tensed, hoping he wouldn’t do anything to embarrass her in front of their friends, but she knew and was pleased, that he couldn’t resist her.

The whole evening had proved to be a great success. The first class food, entertainment and company, made a lovely start to the holiday period. As the entertainment drew to a close and people started to drift away to their rooms Kate wrongly assumed Richard to have forgotten his repayment.

“Let’s take the viewing lifts.” Richard suggested as they made their way out of the function room.

“What’s a viewing lift?”

“They’ve got a viewing platform on the roof here and some outside lifts to reach it. You get views of the whole city, some of the best around apparently. Anyway they go very slowly so you get to see the views on the way up, a bit like the London eye on a smaller scale.”

“Sounds romantic, let’s give it a go.”

The viewing lifts consisted of glass tubes running up the outside of the building, and, while affording panoramic views of the city, would not be advisable for the feint hearted, or those with a fear of heights.

Due to the late hour, it was a short wait for the next available lift. Once inside a broad smile spread over Richard’s face.

“It’s time for you to pay for my kindness. Get on your knees.” He opened his zip and took out his growing erection.

“You want me to suck you here, now?”

“It’s that or you can get onto your hands and knees and I’ll take that tight little hole of yours, it’s your choice. I was watching the lifts earlier this evening and I think it takes about six minutes to reach the top. As soon as you’re done you’ll be able to stand up and protect your modesty.”

“But somebody might want the lift and the doors open before we reach the top.”

“Even more reason to make your mind up quickly, unless you want people to find you on all fours being taken in your backside.”

Kate knew she wasn’t going to escape without doing as he said. She knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. Concentrating hard on the task and using all of her skill, she hoped to make him loose control quickly and avoid further embarrassment.

Whether it was the drink or shear willpower she would never know but he held out longer and longer as the lift so very slowly made its way toward the roof and her failure. From the corner of her eye she could see the small red light moving up the panel indicating the passing floors. Finally, the ding of a bell and the distant sound of a motor announced the opening of the doors. Framed in the light of the open doorway stood a sweet old couple, her in her best dress and pearls him in his tuxedo and bow tie. Kate froze, imagining the view presented to them while innocently awaiting their lift. A respectable, classy woman on her knees, her red ball gown drawn up around her waist, dangling earrings twinkling as her head rocked back and forth in a vain attempt to complete her mission.

As both their faces lit up into broad grins the little old lady said, “I think we’ll wait for the next one dear.” Then the doors closed with a whirr.

Kate failed with her task and couldn’t even continue trying due to them both laughing at getting caught.

They were not to be spared the further embarrassment of seeing the old couple the next day, passing them in the reception area as they left the hotel. His nudge to his wife and her wink to Kate confirmed their lack of any outrage.

Kate admired Richard’s ability to confront her with situations to test her commitment, but she knew he was changing, his authority over her growing stronger by the day, making their relationship more solid and more loving. She loved him for it but also loved that bit of anxiety which was creeping in, the fear of the unknown, the growing contrast between the loving, caring Richard and the cruel Richard who was happy to have her punished and abused for his pleasure. Would she ever have to make a choice between the two?

Part 3

Rebellion

37

The first week in January Richard received an Email asking them to meet Graham Weston. No details were given just a request to contact Grace Edwards and arrange a time to suit them, but hopefully before the weekend. His intension was to finish work early on Friday, pick Kate up from the gallery and then go over to the Oakham offices.

“Thanks for coming in at short notice Richard,” Weston said, “it’s much appreciated.” Kate’s mind flashed back to her earlier visits when she had received the same treatment: Weston ignoring her and talking to Richard. After some informal chat he got down to the business at hand.

“Well Richard, let’s get to the purpose of your visit. Colonel Mason and I both agree that Catherine has completed her training and is ready for use by the members. She’s open and available in all three orifices, has learnt to accept and tolerate quite severe punishment and has the social skills to be a credit to the group.” He paused to await an initial response from Richard.

“I’m pleased she’s met your requirements Graham. I have to say that I’ve been surprised and impressed with how far she’s advanced in a relatively short time.”

“Quite so, and I’m sure, she has a lot more to offer. Now, let me inform you of how we’ve decided to use her. The Foundation runs a member’s club–The Boardroom–here in the capital, which relies on the use of the women for serving and entertaining the members. Briefly put, the club is run by a manager, employs full time staff for catering and bar duties but uses our ladies for serving the guests, general cleaning, waiting on tables etc. During an evening there are approximately twelve slaves on duty, more at weekends and for special events. After serving the evening meal the slaves are used by the members for entertainment. The club is also the place where private slaves are punished for indiscretions should their partners wish it to be a public proceeding. Of course we often choose to have our own slaves, like Catherine here, punished in public just for the entertainment value it offers.”

Listening to him talk brought the familiar lump to Kate’s throat. She’d signed herself over to be used and in her fantasies she’d imagined what it would be like, now she was going to find out the reality. The mere thought of it started that familiar tingling low in her stomach. She would be used and others would watch her being used, groped and beaten. She was not even being asked for her opinion or agreement, she’d already given it, there would be no consultation.

“Sometimes,” Weston continued, “there will be physical pleasure in it for her, but mostly the only pleasure will be gained from the knowledge that she’s serving others. The members seem to take great delight in the maltreatment of our more sophisticated ladies: they relish their degradation. So what can be guaranteed is an abundance of humiliation and pain, but then, if she’s half the slut we’ve come to think she is, that will please her no end.”

“I’m sure it will,” Richard confirmed.

“Service at the club,” Weston continued, “will take her exposure to new levels. The members and staff come from various walks of life so she’ll always be wondering if the person she meets in the street, in the Bank queue, or in a shop was the same person who used her cruelly the night before or maybe the person who watched her being used in some demeaning way.”

“And the punishments you mentioned, how are they decided?” Richard asked. Kate thought he would no doubt be eager to get her on the list as soon as possible.

“We get back into that grey area here,” Weston explained, “because most aren’t punishments as such…the woman’s done nothing wrong. Perhaps we should say entertainment of a more physical nature. Men like to see women in pain and enduring suffering, it seems to hold a perverse fascination to them.”

Kate took a sideways look at Richard, telling him she knew he was certainly one of those, he looked away quickly.

“We don’t go in for making up petty reasons to justify punishing our slaves, we don’t need to.”

“And you can assure me that when in service to the members she won’t be permanently harmed or be subjected to abuse?”

“No Richard, certainly not. It’s an absolute requirement that they won’t be harmed, or used in any way which will have permanent consequences. Of course she’ll suffer pain, that goes without saying, accepting it is a measure of her obligation. That’s not abuse. Abuse is belittling, damaging and evil, and will not be tolerated. The humiliation and embarrassment she’ll feel is her problem and hers alone. They only occur by considering what others think of your behaviour, and that is of no concern to us. She’ll be there to do as she’s told, not to think about the opinions of others.”

“I’m pleased to hear it, and I’m sure that she’ll perform her duties well. She’s determined to reach her goal.”

“That’s admirable. The gesture of giving her body to be used in this way may result in the submissive pleasure she’s seeking, or it may not. It may turn out that what she’s really seeking is to be dominated, to be abused for the pleasure of others. In the former case the pleasure is gained from giving, in the latter the pleasure comes from receiving.”

For the first time since entering his office Weston spoke directly to her.

“Catherine, it may be that you decide neither is what you want and that’s understandable to us. If that’s the case then you must speak up and say so, nobody’s forcing you to do this and you’re free to leave at any time.”

“Yes Sir, I understand that, thank you.”

All that she’d heard delighted Kate. She had a strong desire to be used and felt a craving for the humiliation but she also saw a requirement to be punished, thereby absolving her of her guilt. She’d enjoyed behaving like a slut, and being taken by strangers, but was she supposed to enjoy it so much? No, she told herself, she wasn’t. But it didn’t matter, the punishments would exonerate her.

“When would you like her to start?” Richard asked.

“As soon as possible, all arrangements have been made and her uniform’s ready. I would think a week night would be best, it’s less busy then and there will be more time for one of the other ladies to show her the ropes, sorry about the pun, unintentional I assure you. What about Thursday, that would be good for us?”

“That sound fine, Thursday it is. I’m sure that’ll suit her.”

38

“What time’s Elizabeth picking you up?” Richard asked as she finished getting ready.

“Six thirty. I’m so glad she’ll be there for my first time, I’m nervous enough as it is, having her there will be great, thanks for arranging it.”

“It wasn’t a problem: Robin said she was due to be sent soon anyway, so it just gave him a nudge. This is a big step you know, different from what you’ve experienced so far.”

“How do you mean? I’ve had all sorts done to me, what else is there?”

“Well this will be public, totally open for all to see. Up until now it’s been private. Tonight it will be no limits use and you’re committed.”

“I know, I hope I don’t chicken out and make a fool of myself.”

“Of course you won’t. You wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this; you’re too dirty and desperate.”

“Richard! What sort of a woman do you think I am?” Her mock virtue would fool nobody.

As he watched her work on the final preparations to her make-up, Richard examined his own thoughts. As always he was proud of her, astonished that she could put herself forward to be subjected to the treatment she was sure to receive. He wondered if she was aware of what might lie ahead and whether she could she take it? Oh she could take the physical side, she already had, but it was the effect it would have on her that would be different. The spanking, whipping and sexual use she’d experienced so far had been carried out by her trainers, people in the role due to their knowledge and wisdom. Once at this club she’d be available to ‘normal’ people, those with no finesse or consideration of her needs. How would she handle being given orders by somebody she felt didn’t deserve the position of power they found themselves in? Would she rebel or accept? He found the hardest part was seeing her humiliated, he felt for her, felt sorry for her, and wanted to step in and take her out of the situation. Then he would remind himself that the humiliation was her big turn on. It was hard for him to understand, but no more than her understanding his arousal when seeing her punished.

“I think I’m ready, how do I look?”

“You look like you always do, gorgeous.”

“Flatterer.”

“Kate…”

“Yes?”

“When you get back will you promise to tell me everything, give me all the detail of what you had to do?”

“You know I will, I promise, but you might not like it. As you said this is new territory, no limits stuff with unknown people.”

“I know, but that’s the thrill isn’t it, and if I didn’t get to know it wouldn’t be us sharing the experience, I’d miss out.”

“I love you darling and promise to share it all, whatever it is.” She kissed and hugged him.

“There’s the car come on,” he said, “I’ll be there to pick you up later. Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.”

The club building looked to be early Victorian, red brick with sandstone moulding around the small windows and doorways, perhaps a warehouse or factory in its previous life.

“Here we are then, are you ready, are you going through with it?” Elizabeth wanted confirmation.

“Of course, I’ve suffered enough to get here, and I’ve high hopes for this bit.”

They entered the main door to be faced with a modern reception area. Elizabeth greeted Sally, the girl at the desk, before introducing Kate.

“Nice to meet you, Kate,” she said, “I was told to expect you. Here’s the locker code.”

“Who’s the supervisor tonight?” Elizabeth asked.

“Mrs. Banks.”

“Oh, crikey, we’d better get going then, come on, see you later Sally.”

Making their way through a door marked ‘Private’, they climbed the stairs.

“We’re in here,” Elizabeth said, opening the door to a modern looking changing room, as would be found in any gymnasium. “That’s your locker there; the code is on the card Jane gave you.” Elizabeth opened her own locker. “There are showers through there if you need them: a lot of girls come straight from work, and the cupboard over there has enemas, creams, lubricants and stuff like that, you just help yourself as and when. We’d better get ready now before Mrs. Banks comes to check us.”

“Check us for what?”

“Dress and make-up, and it has to be right–or else.” Kate pulled a face. “Your dress should be in your locker.”

“Is that it?” Kate asked, removing the tiny garment.

“That’s it. There should be some boots as well.”

They both undressed and changed before helping each other with the zip down the back of the tight dress. Dress would be a loose description for the garment. It was more of a top. Made from burgundy coloured, silky material the dress had a neckband which buckled at the back incorporating a large silver ring at the front. A six inch ‘skirt’ below the tight waist band failed to reach far enough to cover the wearer’s sex or lower buttocks. The front panel, being accurately shaped to fit the underside of the breasts contained no covering, leaving them completely exposed. High heeled burgundy ankle boots with fitted straps and rings, and matching wrist straps completed the outfit. Looking in the full length wall mirror Kate was taken aback by the effect. The height of the heels pushed her backside out as she walked, and the tight fabric gave her a wonderful feeling of restriction, reminding her of the corsets she wore at Colonel Mason’s. The dress made her feel more naked than if she wore nothing at all. It not only made no effort to cover, it positively displayed, offered and drew attention to her breasts, buttocks and naked, smooth sex. She loved it.

“This all fits absolutely perfectly, how did they get it so right?” she asked Elizabeth.

“Weren’t you taken to Jane’s to be measured? All the stuff that’s made for you will fit perfectly. Brilliant isn’t it?” Kate was impressed and could see the purpose of the detail they went into.

As they dressed, other women started to appear and go through the same routine of preparing themselves for use. Kate noticed their lack of inhibition as the women dressed and groomed themselves in front of each other. She whispered it to Elizabeth who informed her that before long she would do more than just see the private parts of all these women. The whole experience struck Kate as unreal. Those women, who probably ranged from twenty to mid-forties, were all so polite, attractive, and well-spoken so…well…normal. As they dressed they chatted about what sort of day they’d had, their husbands and their jobs. Yet they were all there of their own free will to be used for sex and to be degraded and humiliated. She envied one young girl, not for her slim, beautiful body but her good fortune in finding an avenue for her submissive pleasure so early in life. Kate regretted her wasted years.

As the preparations came to a close, Mrs. Banks appeared. The ladies stood in a line almost like a military inspection. Most received her approval, others, like Kate, were told to apply heavier make-up.

“We’re to help with serving the evening meal in the dining area,” Elizabeth told her, “come on it’s through here.”

As soon as they entered the main rooms of the club Kate was shocked. Her expectations were formulated on the wording–member’s club. She pictured an old butler in pinstriped trousers and tails serving brandy to an old timer with a big moustache, sitting by a fire. The room would be dark and quiet, the wood panelling and heavy curtains, absorbing the whispered voices. The reality destroyed her imaginings in an instant.

The tall rooms kept the industrial look of the buildings former use–old, pointed redbrick, white painted wooden floors and exposed ornate cast iron columns. The fittings were in modern materials and colours, brown leather sofas, scrubbed wooden stools and bleached pine tables. The stainless steel bar and kitchen areas were picked out with subtle coloured lighting all very classy and reminiscent of an upmarket restaurant.

In the centre of the far wall–her hands tied to rings in the wall above her head–stood a young naked girl. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“What’s the girl doing there?” Kate whispered to Elizabeth.

“She’s to be punished later. Her master sends her here to be dealt with when he feels she deserves it. Nothing like that takes place in the dining rooms but those to be punished are put on display to let everybody know there’s to be a show. When the meals are finished she’ll be taken through to the lounge to be dealt with.”

“But she’s crying, is she alright with this?”

“If it wasn’t consensual she wouldn’t be here, she knows what’s coming and it’s not her first time.”

Waiting on the tables didn’t come easily to Kate, not that she was in any way snobby about it, she’d just had no experience. She was more used to being the one sat at the table in her evening dress, next to Richard in his suit. She had to remember what people had ordered, let the bar staff know what to add to the table’s bill, carefully carry a tray of drinks without spilling and all while being groped and fondled. One couple spent a long time debating over the wine list. While the man used his finger to roughly probe her smaller opening, the woman toyed with her clit, nearly making her loose control. The regular customers knew it was her first night and seemed eager to check out the new offering.

As the proceedings drew to a close in the dining area Mrs. Banks told her to leave the rest to the hired staff and go through to the lounge. Similarly appointed and just as impressive, the lounge areas were obviously where the main events took place. Large, ornately decorated rugs covered the floor providing a much softer look and a more practical surface. Mid-way along the main wall stood a low, raised platform. The heavy wood and leather furniture left Kate with little doubt as to its use. To her left Kate saw Elizabeth, bent forward over a low table being taken from behind. She saw other slaves carrying trays of drinks, performing oral sex or being spanked. Some were sitting with members casually chatting or being groped. Kate was surprised at how quickly she became acclimatised and accepted it as normal behaviour.

During the evening the unfortunate girl from the dining room was taken to the platform, tied between two wooden posts and severely beaten. The punishment seemed to arouse the members, both men and women who took a renewed interest in the available slaves, making repeated use of the openings on offer.

Kate took her share of the attention, having all three holes violated at the will of whoever demanded their use. It was during one such use, kneeling on the floor, backside high in the air and being roughly taken that the sight of Richard standing in the doorway brought her back to reality. How long he’d been watching she had no idea. She knew he’d be picking her up but had given no consideration to the fact that he would go in and see her like that. How would he react? She waited nervously, holding eye contact. He smiled, and winked, then continued talking to another member.

“Is she your partner?” he asked.

“She’s my wife actually,” Richard told him.

“Well you’re lucky then, she’s quite a find.”

Richard knew he was lucky. Looking over to her he thought how sexy she was in her short dress, her long slim legs on display. Earlier that evening they’d cooked and cleared away together, and later, there she was the whore for whoever desired her. She had the ability to change from perfect wife to group slave just like that. He could see the fluids running down her legs.

“Do you enjoy her being a slave, seeing her being used like this?”

“Yes I do, very much so.”

“Then you’re both lucky.”

Kate had no idea how she’d managed to marry the perfect husband. She continued to smile to herself as the person behind her frantically worked at her sore opening. She watched Richard sitting on one of the sofas, chatting to the other member as he casually observed his wife being crudely mauled by the uncaring person, and she knew he was loving it.

When the club closed, the women changed back into their own clothes and once again–to the outside world–became respectable members of society.

During the ride home Kate told him all about the club and what her duties were, relaying what had happened to the young girl.

“It was a real shock looking up and seeing you there, watching me. I didn’t know what you’d think.”

“I think in this business we both need to be capable of dealing with shocks and accepting of each other’s behaviour.”

“And you have been–accepting I mean, and I love you for it. You’re the special one not me. I suppose I’m being selfish, but you, your only decision is whether to put up with seeing me like that. You don’t choose to do things that I might object to.”

“Well, that’s true so far, but I could do.”

“Could do what?”

“Choose to do something you weren’t happy about.”

“Richard, I love you doing things to me, and making me do things, you couldn’t upset me.”

“But that’s the point; it might not be with you.”

“What do you mean, who would it be with?”

“You haven’t thought this through have you? I was there to tonight because, as the partner of a group slave I have automatic membership. I could have used any of those women in the same way that you were being used.”

The halt in the conversation seemed to last forever as Kate’s brain processed what he’d said. It was true; she hadn’t for one moment considered those implications.

“I hadn’t even thought of that, I’ve been too busy thinking of me and my needs. You’re right; they’re all available to you, aren’t they, just the same as anyone else.”

“That’s right. Think about it. I could have made use of Elizabeth, right there in front of you, and she, nor you, would have grounds to object.”

“Bloody hell…” Richard watched as she mulled things over in her mind, no doubt considering all the possibilities and implications. After letting her stew for long enough, he decided to put her out of her misery.

“It’s rather fortunate for you that at present I have no desire or intension to act on those rights–I love my wife.”

“Oh Richard, you shit, thank God for that. I know it sounds really odd under the circumstances, but I don’t know how I’d handle that.”

“Well I thought I’d just mention it now, you know, just to keep you on your toes, make sure you behave, make me a cup of tea whenever I say, warm up my side of the bed, fetch…”

“Alright, you’ve made your point, and thank you. I mean that.”

“Was it as you expected then, overall?” he asked.

“You were right you know; it was different. You not being there left me feeling vulnerable…without protection. Even the Colonel or Janet being there would have provided some comfort. It was scary, but good scary.”

“Did you find it hard to do as you were told?”

“I suppose I did, yes. Some of them were a bit uncouth and crass, but having to obey them was perhaps more of a turn on than complying with the more sophisticated ones. I am odd aren’t I?”

“You certainly are.”

At the end of the short journey Richard pulled up in front of the house,

“I’ll run you a bath and then you can tell me all the best bits.”

The steaming bath looked so inviting, Kate removed her clothes.

“Are you sore?”

“Yes, a little.”

“Show me.” She opened her legs and spread the lips. “How many took you there?”

“Two or three.”

“Turn around and bend forward.” She did. His fingers slowly stroked her sore, red opening. He could still see the fluid seeping from her. “Next time I want you to hold it all in until you get back. I want to see the evidence of your disgusting behaviour. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” It was the first time she’d used the word to him, and it thrilled her.

“Get in the bath, let me wash you. Tell me what you had to do.”

“I had to use my mouth, twice.”

“Did you swallow it?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes, somebody was going to use Elizabeth, in her rear, he made me use my tongue to lubricate her first.”

“And you did it?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I thought I’d find it unpleasant, and thinking about it now, in the cold light of day, it should have been, she’s my friend. But at the time it was a real turn on. Yes, I did enjoy it, having to do it I mean.” She smiled.

He soaped and cleaned her with such tenderness, using the soft sponge to wash the strangers from her body and mind. After towelling her dry he laid her on the bed.

“Now you once again belong to me–Kate the wife not Catherine the slave.” He spread her legs wide and used his tongue to bring her the same pleasure she’d brought to others.