Chapter 6
Kathy had a good time with Mat. She used to joke and kid with him , saying that he was her "personal mat," and he just ate it up. Nothing seemed to please him so much than to give her pleasure. Again and again she would think up new humiliations for him, and again and again he would submit.
Of course there had been a certain pedestrian thrill with abusing the servants. But, after all, they were servants. For Kathy Cumwot, there was a genuine, more potent and heady thrill with abusing the young heir of one of the richest families in the country. Now, that was a thrill!
Indeed, sometimes it was hard for the young girl to think up new humiliations for the boy. He accepted everything, and never, ever complained. Again and again she thought, she was certain, that she had him, only to be greeted by his stony compliance. He ate the abuse up.
One evening, Kathy invited the young man over to her estate. Both her father and step-mother had gone out for the evening. The servants were working with a skeleton crew, and for all intents and purposes, the two young people were alone.
"Matty, Matty, come here," Kathy called from across the room.
The young girl was lying back on a large comfortable lounge. The young man sat a few feet away on the hard wooden floor.
Mathew jumped to the young girl, his mind trying anxiously to anticipate what she could possibly require.
"Mathew, I want you to get undressed for me," she said in a bored voice.
In a flash the young man was disrobing. Garment after garment fell away from him until he stood before her stark naked.
Kathy examined his body closely. It wasn't such a bad body. It had its points, there was no doubt about that. He was a finely built young man. He was on the crew team, as well as the tennis team and rugby team of his prep school. In no time at all the young man was standing in front of the Kathy. His cock was at half-mast and his face wore a small smile. The smile was one of someone who was eager to please at any price.
"Good. Now, go over to my father's closet and bring out a few of his ties. I should think the regimental stripes would be the thing," Kathy said, eying the young man critically.
Mat walked quickly over to the large closet door. Inside hung literally hundreds of ties, some dating back as far as twenty-five years. Indeed, inside the large closet was a nearly half a century of male fashion. There was even a rather natty Nehru jacket hanging quite sadly back towards the rear of the closet.
Mathew took his time selecting the ties, and then, just like a good little puppy dog, trotted back to the young girl. The smile once again appeared on his face.
"That's very good, very nice indeed. Now, go over to that bed over there and lie down. I want to try an experiment," Kathy ordered. Once again Mathew obeyed the young girl's command. He immediately trotted over to the large four-poster bed and spread himself across it.
Mathew wasn't a stupid boy, not by any means. He knew that Kathy meant to tie him up with her father's ties. So, when he flopped gently across the bed, he spread out his arms and legs so that he'd help her along, as it were.
"No, no, no no!" Kathy said, approaching the bed, ties in hand.
The young man looked up at her questioningly.
"I want you spread out across your stomach, not with your silly little dick pointed up at me," she said, and in the flash of an instant he had turned over. His firm, well-shaped ass sunny-side up.
It only took the young girl a few minutes to secure him to the bed. He was tightly bound, both hands and feet, and genuinely he could not move a muscle.
Once the young man was secured to the bed, Kathy took her time and walked slowly around him. She circled the helpless young man several times. Each time she carefully inspected the silk bonds which held him firmly in position.
"Now, I do believe that you are mine to do with as I want," Kathy said, her voice lowered by the power she felt flowing through her body. She could actually feel his helplessness feeding her, making her stronger.
"Well, yes ... " he answered, and once again tested the strength of the tie that held his left arm. It was secured firmly. And there was no chance of breaking the material or pulling it from around the high-post of the bed.
Kathy disappeared then. He could no longer see her. There were footsteps toward one corner of the room and then, nothing. The entire room fell silent for what seemed like hours.
Then Mathew heard the rustling of the garments that hung in the closet. It was a very slight sound, barely noticeable, but his ears reached for every sound, groping for some clue as to what the young girl had in mind.
The footsteps returned. He could hear her very distinctly now. She approached swiftly but unhurried.
"Now, you'll learn who your master is," she said from behind him. He tried to turn his head but could not move it all the way around. His view was obstructed and limited by his position.
"Really Katherine, don't you think ... " he stammered, but he was too slow, and his argument was not persuasive.
The young man heard the belt whistle through the air. He felt it a moment later, almost at the same time when he realized what it was that he was hearing. The belt landed flat across his muscular ass. Immediately a welt was raised and the young man wiggled his ass futilely.
"Really, Katherine, I must insist!" he began, but almost at the same time he began to speak, he once again heard the belt singing through the air.
Once again the leather strap came down hard across his ass. His ass was really getting warm at this point. He had only been struck twice, but already he could feel the heat rising across his buttocks.
"You think nothing! You are my slave!" the girl said harshly, running the belt lovingly through her fingers. She loved the feel of leather. She felt her pussy begin to get wet, and she couldn't figure out whether her cunt was wet from the power she held over the youth, the pain she could inflict, or a combination of the two.
Once again the belt came down across the ass of the helpless young man. He wiggled his ass in agony and pleasure. The heat that the blows released over his naked ass was definitely pleasurable. There was however, no denying that each time she gave his ass a smack it hurt like hell.
And then there was something else. Ever since the first blow to his tender ass, he had felt an erection stirring. And now, by the third strike, he felt his meat pulsing to life.
In a way Mathew had to fight against himself not to welcome the blows to his ass. But, the young man was rapidly losing the fight.
Once again the belt went flying through the air. Once again it landed solidly across his tensed ass. He could feel the heat changing from a warming presence to pain. But again, it was a pain that was twined and inter-twined with pleasure.
"Now, you'll learn," Kathy whispered, though not quite certain herself at this point what she wanted to teach him.
In no time at all the young man's ass cheeks were lined with red welts. They ran across his fleshy ass at a seemingly random pattern. His entire butt felt as if it were on fire. He wiggled and moved his ass in vain, trying to avoid some of the worse agony, the pain, and, yes, some of the severity of the lash, but this only excited the girl even more. The more he wiggled and moved the more fascinating it became for Kathy.
Her cunt was really soaking now. The love juice from the scene had long ago soaked through her lace panties. She wanted desperately to touch and massage her pussy, but somehow she held off. It was exquisite torture for her, but she knew that the pay-off would be worth it.
The whip fell across his tensed buttocks once more. The fire was once again stoked with the lash of the whip. The young man now had the largest hard-on that he had ever experienced. It was raging, and there seemed no way to control it. With each lash of the belt his erection seemed to grow larger and larger. He could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing beneath him, but with his hands tied, there was nothing he could do.
The young man's ass was now bright red. She had been working on him for some time. Kathy had in fact administered so many strokes of the belt across his tight ass that her arm was getting tired. Each stroke she tried to make harder than the last, but now both of them could detect a definite weariness to her manner. She seemed to be relenting, and secretly, the young man was profoundly disappointed. "Now, we'll see what kind of fuck you are, my boy," Kathy said, putting the whip down, and moving toward the head of the bed. For the first time since she had begun to whip him Mathew got a good view of Kathy. Her face seemed to be glowing with excitement. All of the young girl's features seemed to have set in a most attractive way.
Very carefully the young girl unfastened the boy's hands. She unknotted first one tie and then the other. Her fingers moved with the utmost assurance. The knots seemed to dissolve between her long slim digits as she worked at the ties.
In no time at all the young man's upper half was free. She had untied the ties at the bed-posts, so that the silk bonds flew from his wrists like long banners.
In no time at all however, even before Mathew could re-arrange his thoughts, Kathy had tied his hands behind his back. His legs were still fastened to the bed, although they did feel a bit more slack at this point.
"Okay then, now you're going to get your chance to show me what kind of stud you are," she said harshly. The sound of her voice resonated with power.
Moving slowly and sensuously the young girl stripped out of her clothes. She took each article off with care and folded each piece in a neat pile at the foot of the bed.
When Kathy once again appeared in Mathew's vision, she was naked. Her long lean body glowed with excitement. Her eyes shone with lust. There was a vicious animal quality about her teeth.
The girl gracefully slid under the young man. He was raised up on his knees on the soft bed. This was an extremely difficult position because his legs were still widely spread apart and all that held him up were his stomach muscles which sprung from his front like a double row of cobble stones.
Kathy spread her long legs wide. She spread her legs even wider than the young man's. It was clear to her that he had one of the world's greatest hard-ons, and all that remained was for her to find out how good he could use it.
And did he ever!
"Okay, now let's see what you can do," Kathy said, and reached down to spread her pussy lips a little apart in open invitation.
Once again, using only his stomach muscles, the young man leaned forward. His cock came within inches of the young girl's pussy. She grabbed it firmly and continued to guide it toward her cunt.
Kathy wiggled a little further under the helpless boy, and then, holding him around the neck, pulled him to her.
Mathew's cock slid easily into the young woman. It was the closest thing to rape that a woman could inflict on a man.
As soon as his cock was all the way inside of her, she immediately began to wiggle her ass. Her hips arched sharply and her entire cunt contracted in desire.
Then Mathew withdrew slightly. His movements were labored and slow, but slow-slowly his cock inched out of her. And then, just as it was about to escape from between her two perfectly shaped pussy lips, he thrust his mighty tool back into her warm, soaking pussy.
"Yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! You slave!" she moaned, and wiggled her hips under his slowly but steady thrusts.
She was now fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Her hips rose high off of the bed, engulfing his thick prick in her warm love tunnel. He fell towards her again and again, slamming his cock into her wet pussy.
With each stroke his cock would sink to the hilt in her wet cunt, and then, very slowly, would withdraw, inch by inch.
The young girl moaned and writhed under him. He was still helpless, his arms secured behind his back.
Every so often Kathy would lean forward and grab a hold of his nipples, pinching them, urging the young man to move faster and faster, make his movements more sensuous.
Then she was coming. She felt his orgasm building quickly, and before she knew it, she was writhing and moaning under his thick cock. She reached far out in front of her, and grabbed for his nipples. She pinched one in each hand, causing the young man to scream, and triggering his own orgasm.
"Yesssssss! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M COMING!!!!!" she screamed so loud that the maid downstairs in the kitchen heard her cry, but chose to ignore it.
When it was over the young man lay on top of the girl. Both of them were breathing heavily.
Slowly Kathy wiggled out from under him. She crossed the room and from the door admired her handy work.
"Hey, where are you going? You can't leave me tied up here like this!" Mathew cried out to her as she opened the door to her father's room and left.
Of course she didn't leave him tied to the bed. She simply walked slowly and majestically down the long hallway to her own room and took a long hot shower.
After she bathed and put on a light coating of scented talc, she re-dressed in a silk lounging outfit and returned to the room where she had left the young man tied up.
He was still there of course. Although he was struggling desperately with his bonds, he had made not an inch of headway in securing his freedom. This fact greatly pleased the young girl.
"Oh, you can't tell me you want to leave already? Just when we were getting to know each other," Kathy quipped. Her voice was now light and flighty. After her shower she felt refreshed and clean. The scent of raw sex still hung in the air of the room. Mathew's back and chest, and buttocks gleamed with a light coat of sweat. His muscles all stood out in sharp definition and the red welts across his ass had faded, but only slightly.
The belt that Kathy had used to whip the young man lay on the floor near the bed. For a moment the girl toyed with the idea of giving him a few more strokes, just for luck. But then decided against it.
"Well, well, well, it looked as if it's about that time," Kathy said, slowly walking around to the front of her captive.
He simply stared at her. His eyes were wide with terror. He now no longer feared the young girl, but he feared her father and step-mother. He knew that they had only left for the evening and that if they returned to find him in his present state, well he would be scandalized and probably never get into Yale.
"Yes, I do believe it is about that time," Kathy said, repeating her previous statement. Once again she was playing with the young man. She had no intention of letting him up until she had extracted the maximum pleasure from his situation.
"Come on, this is serious. You simply have to let me up," the young man pleaded.
"Dear Mathew, dear sweet Mathew, I do not have to do anything. I least of all have to let you up. Is that understood?" she said, her voice suddenly turning colder than ice.
"But your parents are due back at any moment. If they should find me here it would be disastrous!" he begged. His eyes had completely fogged over with fear. Somewhere off in the bowels of the great building a clock chimed, and the young man tried desperately to calculate the time.
Kathy stared at the young man with icy cat-like eyes.
"Okay, you can leave, however, you must promise to come back," she said after a long while. She had by now approached the young man. She ran one long, pointed finger-nail up the ridged curve of his spine, sending a shudder through his entire body.
"Yes, yes, I promise. Just tell me when, but please let me up," he said, talking so rapidly that his words melted together. "Next week, I want to see you again next week, and every week after that, is that clear?" she said, putting her face right down next to his.
"Yes, yes, very clear," he answered.
"Oh, and is that fair?" she asked, her face coming even closer to his. So close that he could feel her warm breath on his cheek.
"Yes, very fair, only please, let me up," he begged. His voice was broken and Kathy suspected that he might even be on the edge of beginning to cry.
The young girl walked slowly around behind the young man once again. He lifted his face from the bed and followed her movements as closely as he could until she moved out of his range of sight.
Once again she put her fingers to work on the knots that held the young man. Her long, slender, faultless fingers seemed to have a way with the tight silken knots that held the young WASP heir captive. In no time at all his right foot was free. And then his left foot was free.
He seemed to jump out of bed as if he had a rocket under him. He ran about the room searching for pieces of his clothing.
He found a sock here. A shoe there. His trousers were flung across a small chair. His shirt lay in a deflated pile at the foot of the bed.
He must surely have broken some kind of record for dressing. And, although he was somewhat askew, when he walked down the long darkly stained wooden staircase that led to the main entrance way, he was more or less in one piece when they encountered Kathy's parents coming through the front door.
Both parties seemed a bit surprised. Kathy's father was slightly drunk and red faced, her step-mother blew a short dwarfed cloud of smoke sky-ward.
"Mother, father, I would like you to meet Mathew," Kathy said, as though she were introducing her date for the senior prom, and not the victim of her rapacious sexual appetite.
"So pleased to meet you," her step-mother said, extending a limp arm to the young man.
"Mathew, Mathew, you're one of those Fitz-something's that live a few miles down the road," Kathy's father managed to say.
"Yes, that's right. Mrs. Cumwot here arranged for Kathy and mine first date," Mathew said in a voice that for the first time that night sounded self-possessed.
"Yes, yes, now I remember," Kathy's father said, he smiled drunkenly.
"So good to finally meet you. Well, you certainly have lived up to your reputation young man," Kathy's step-Mom said, taking her hand back.
"Something about stock manipulation, wasn't it? Your father. Wasn't he convicted of stock manipulation?" Captain Cumwot blurted out suddenly, pleased with his still fine memory, but sending the rest of the party into a dead silence.
"I believe that the charge made by the SEC had to do with er, trading on inside information. But when you really looked at what he did ... "
"Nothing more than any of say several hundred executives do every day, isn't that right?" Kathy suddenly blurted out, hoping to save the day.
"That's right," Mathew said, smiling affectionately over at Kathy.
"Why I'm certain of it," Kathy's step-mom said, smiling sweetly, thought there was something a bit savage in it.
"Yes, yes, quite. Tell me, where is your father now? What company is he with?" the Captain said, hoping to change the subject and give the conversation a happy ending.
"Er, yes, well, my father's in jail now. You have to understand that there was a great deal of prejudice against him at the time of the trail," Mathew said, blushing now, almost as red as the welts on his ass.
"Prejudice, you don't say?" the Captain nearly yelled, wanting to take the side of the underdog.
"Yes, if seems that they never fully recovered the money. I mean the profit that was made on several of the transactions," Mathew said, his voice dropping.
"Never recovered?"
"Yes, you see, we have friends in Switzerland, and my father was visiting one who had been in a severe skiing accident. So naturally, I mean when they documented his trip to Switzerland, they just assumed ... "
"Quite, quite," the Captain said, cutting the young man off in mid-sentence not so much that he didn't want to embarrass him any further, but for the fear that he might actually blurt out in his nervousness the number of the bank account his father dumped the money into.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," the Captain said, and then taking the arm of his wife, began up the stairs.
The two young people watched them ascend the stairs slowly. The entire front entrance way echoed with their slow steps. When they finally vanished around the corner, Mathew turned to Kathy with a look of great concern on his face.
"What about the bed? They'll notice that the bed has been disturbed for certain!"
"Nonsense, I called the upstairs maid before I even started untying you. The bed is in order. And you better be in order too. I wasn't kidding around back there," she said, her voice coming out now in an evil hiss.
"No, certainly not, you can depend on me," he said, and was gone. His car had been waiting for him the entire night.
As the young man walked out into the circular drive, he gave the hood of his limo a sharp single knock, waking the driver. He did not wait for the man to jump from his seat to open the door, instead he simply walked briskly and directly to the back door and submerged himself into the interior darkness of the large car.
The limo coughed and sputtered to life in the damp night. Its headlights probed the grounds surrounding the house as it turned evenly and smoothly across the drive.
Kathy watched as its headlights faded and then vanished down the long grove of trees that led to the mansion.
She knew, deep in her heart she knew, that he would return. He would return as long as she wanted him to. For he was her slave now. It was not an agreement that needed to be spoken. Indeed, it was sealed at the doorway when her parents had arrived. They both knew that it was then they had begun to work on the same team.
The only problem that now faced the young girl was that of thinking up enough games to satisfy both of their curiosities. Neither she nor he knew how far the other was prepared to go.