Chapter 11
Davina's practice of giving me free rein and then putting me into a species of servitude was now more apparent than ever, as I in turn was bundled up while Davina ever cautioned Elise and Monique to be quiet, "so that our guests might not be disturbed."
I resisted not, partly knowing it to be of no use and also because my enslavement to this enchanting creature was becoming ever more complete. Passing the door of the guest room, I heard soft, muffled gasps that could have come only from Gwen. Then I was led by the two maids into the bedroom where I had previously slept.
"Harry-or is it Harriet now?" Elise laughed. "We shall make such a pretty thing of you. Off with your clothes now, for you are to be nicely arrayed." A perfect flurrying of their hands then took me. Having not all my clothes on, it took not long to strip me and for Monique to bring a bowl of warm water and wash my cock and balls, which, as may be imagined, caused some disturbance in that region so that both looked quite longingly upon my penis as it thickened.
"Madame will not like it, though," Monique murmured, which seemed to me a strange remark since she had lingered about my tool long enough to get it to thicken.
"You are right," Elise replied, whereat they fetched a small jug and while Monique held the bowl beneath my balls, caused me to gasp out loudly as she trickled cold water around my cock so that it immediately wilted and hung limp.
"Aaaah!" I shuddered while the two merely laughed at my momentary discomfort and then thrust me backwards so that I sat on the bed.
"His stockings first," Elise announced, "and no nonsense about it, Harry, or we shall call Madame up. Now then, your left foot first, sir, please."
What an extraordinary sensation that was to have my legs sheathed in stockings for the first time. The feeling was delicate and not without a tinge of sensuousness, particularly when niched scarlet and red garters were slid up my legs. Being bid to stand, I did so, finding my legs trembling unconscionably and experiencing yet more assured movements, this time from Monique, who, bringing a small waist corset to my front, hugged it against me and clipped it tightly up my back with hooks and eyes, so drawing my waist in with a constriction I had never before experienced.
"How sweet!" exclaimed Elise, clapping her hands, "now let us try the shoes."
Being handled, as I was, like a baby, I was again sat down while a pair of black female shoes were put on me, somewhat to cramping my toes so that I wrinkled my face up when being forced to stand again.
"A little rouge would not now go amiss," Monique said and therewith applied it to my cheeks as well as to my lips, which I was warned not to lick. Turned all about I was then inspected and found evidently to their satisfaction, for a floor mirror on a stand was wheeled forward and there, with many smiles on their part, I was allowed to see myself. Bizarre as the first impression seemed, I looked not entirely as odd as I thought. My legs, being reasonably slender, matched well into the stockings while the tight-lacing of my waist gave me a semblance of girlish hips, on which both Elise and Monique complimented me.
"What think you, Harry?" Monique asked with a laugh, but before giving me time to reply added, "There is one more adornment for you-bend your neck."
I caught not in my vision what she held, seeing only a glint, as of metal, behind her back. The clink of a chain came to my ears and then was a broad silver collar slipped about my neck. Fastening it with a click at the back, Monique then let the chain from it dangle down my back before taking it up in her hand.
"Our pretty captive with a useful cock-now forward, darling, for you are to be put to good usage," Elise declared and, opening the door, prodded me out so that I walked-or rather teetered in the unusual, high-heeled shoes-along the corridor with Monique keeping the chain taut from behind. Expecting as I did that we would pass the door of the guest room as quietly as before, I yet found myself drawn to a halt. Placing her hand upon the doorknob, Elise turned it and threw the door wide open.
The double bed within was covered by a quilt of white and gold, upon which Gwen lay on her back. Behind her knelt the lady, who, bending over her, held her arms widespread in a cross. Naked to her stockings as the lady now was, she offered to my gaze the most beautiful and arrogant of bottoms as well as a thick cluster of dark brown curls about her quim. Seemingly dazed, Gwen lay quiescent with both lips and eyes open and her knees drawn up. Upon her lay Sir John who was moving his thick penis steadily back and forth between the lips of her cunt.
"Plow her well, darling, for you have enough in your balls for both of us," the lady murmured, seemingly undisturbed by their public appearances in this manner. I had expected perhaps to be drawn into the lubricious scene, but instead I watched the door quietly closed again by Elise.
"What a dullard Gwen is-she will need her bottom whipped more than I thought. The silly girl was not even wriggling her bottom to him," Elise remarked, and then on we went to a door at the end of the hallway which was cast open quickly. Seeing what lay within, I started back but received from Monique a sly kick at my buttocks.
"In with you," she commanded, while Elise, taking hold of my half-limp member from the front, made sure that I obeyed. For it was not, as I had anticipated, a bedroom. To the wall facing the door were affixed a series of bars ranged above one another. In the centre of the room stood a type of vaulting horse while to the rear of that was a divan. All seemed black and sombre for the curtains were tightly drawn, but then Elise-flitting around before us-applied a lucifer to several lamps, which thereupon glowed with a rosy light that gave a certain transformation to the atmosphere. For the first time then a seizure of real apprehension was upon me as the girls pulled me towards the bars.
"Elise-Monique-do not tie me!" I begged, for I guessed their intent even as I was turned about and my buttocks pressed against the lower iron rods.
"Oh, have we a little rebellion here, then?" Elise laughed and quick as a flash held one wrist, which she secured by a kind of manacle to the bar which ran parallel with my shoulder, while Monique did the same with the other. My feet drawn apart, my ankles were then also secured.
"How long am I to remain here? Oh, please do not!" I begged, for I had a strange fear of being left alone in this manner in such a room.
"As long as Madame wishes. She is rather busy at the moment," Monique replied more briskly than she had previously spoken. "When she does come up, Harry, she will expect to find your cock in a limp state. Be careful that you do not have naughty thoughts and bring it up. You will be perfectly safe here and no one will enter other than Madame and her guest. She intends a little entertainment then. Come, Elise, or the very proximity of us may give him a cockstand again."
"What guest?" I called, but without their replying the door closed upon them and I was left to my thoughts. Davina did not intend me ill, I knew. My apprehensions-brief as they had been-melted away, though I wondered much upon Monique's last remark while also endeavouring not to let my mind become inflamed with thoughts of what was occurring in the bedroom into which we had looked. I thought Gwen still to be a tease, and a small enigma in her way. Davina had also sensed this, though perhaps she took it for perverseness. Entertaining har father's cock as well as his Mistress's tongue for the first time, she could surely not become anything other than intoxicated with the sensations, yet as had been remarked, she had lain inert as if overawed by the circumstances of her seduction.
The thought also occurred to me that the lady in question was not in reality a total stranger to Davina, though they had wished to make it appear so. Whichever way I turned-it seemed-I met questions that remained tauntingly unanswered. Why was I dressed now as a girl and why did it add, as it truly did, to my erotic sensations?
I diverge at this point, however, for the reader may tire of such endless questions even as I at certain points did. The lady, as it transpired-and all this I learned much later-was a cousin of Davina's who had been early inspired to follow her example. By dint of feminine cajolery and not a little pussy-licking, which Davina much enjoyed when a long, twirling tongue was artfully employed, her cousin had acquired from her the art of mesmerism, though under condition of not using it save by Davina's instructions.
Sir John, as it later appeared, had arrived with her under the influence of her will, which in part explained his peculiar silence at the beginning. Intending to indulge him and also to demonstrate to him the power of her skills, she had put him to Gwen, who thus had her first creaming from his cock. Thus had I seen him through the open door-knowing and yet unknowing as he had been. Only when he was on the point of coming was he awoken to the true nature of his pleasure. Being too late to withdraw-and doubtless not being minded to in any event-he spouted in her mightily while covering her with kisses.
Even then, as was reported to me, Gwen scarce moved her hips or bottom even while enjoying the powerful injection, proclaiming that she could not believe such a thing could happen to her and that she had believed it to be a dream. Perceiving this as sly hypocrisy, Davina's cousin-not to the little astonishment of Sir John, who perhaps not unnaturally had thought the same-all but hauled Gwen out from under him and proceeded to give her such a rare spanking as Gwen had never before received. Howling and kicking, she suddenly went limp, for her clitty was being artfully twiddled at the same time by the lady's other hand. A delicious series of orgasms shook her and she lay still, though not for long.
Sir John's excitement at this spectacle had been great and his cock reared to full stand again, for Gwen's round and rosy bottom now enticed his lusts as his lady intended it should. Sprawling upon her tummy as she then was, Gwen knew naught of the parental renaissance until she felt her hips lifted and her bottom presented to her sire, who had knelt upon the bed.
"There, dear-here is your target and one in which you should have pleasured yourself long ago," announced his lady while straddling Gwen's back and holding her glowing bottom cheeks apart.
Thus, as it seems, brought a screech from Gwen, who, however, could move neither forwards nor back, so strongly did the stockinged legs grip her. Moistening her aperture with her finger, Davina's cousin then presented the ruddy helmet of Sir John's cock to the selfsame enchanting channel which I myself had already lubricated.
"The deuce of it, Gwen shall have my cock there as I always intended," proclaimed he, and to many wriggles from his daughter corked her so solidly and well that they were as two dogs in heat, until at last the cooling draught was impelled by Nature's force within her-and Gwen had received her first double accolade.
So began the progession which Davina intended for her as a "plaything," though it was never meant unkindly for my mistress had gauged the girl well. Petulant and full of pretense as she remained for several weeks thereafter, Gwen was finally tamed by dint as much of her own awoken desires as of the implacable actions of Davina.
I remember well one summer night some months later when at a discreet little gathering Gwen acted as one of several maids, serving drinks and sweetmeats to the guests and doing so with the most demure of expressions, albeit that she, like the other young females under training, was attired in but a corset, stockings, shoes, and a filmy robe that left nothing of her treasures hid. Her bottom, I might say, grew quite rosy during these proceedings, for a number were inspired to pat it or give it loving little smack, as they did to the other maids.
Being called to bring a trayful of glasses of champagne, Gwen was made then to stand perfectly still under strict command not to let a drop spill while inquiring fingers sought between her thighs and between her bottom cheeks, which were much praised for their bold chubbiness. On such occasions Gwen's eyes would bulge a little and her face grow hot while she endeavoured to keep her legs from trembling and the champers not to spill. The penalty for so doing was to accept the first cock or the first quim that was presented to her tongue, and such was the merriment that at one time all four serving maids were to be seen thoroughly splashed with champagne (which made their robes deliriously and completely transparent) while being fucked or gamahuched.
Such pleasures in fact became my occasional rewards, as did the conveyance to me by Davina of all confidences as to what passed-these being meant to tease me or arouse me to the pleasures of my Mistress, whichever she then intended. Sometimes I would be allowed to do this or that, she would say to me, and gradually I learned that such spoken promises were never finally withheld, though I might be prevented for weeks from enjoying them.
However, I have truly diverged and gone rather more into the future than I intended. For the nonce I was immured in this strange room with its pink lamps. My arms ached. After half an hour had passed, Monique entered to inspect me, bringing a glass of lemonade, which she brought to my lips to drink, and then making me chew upon several biscuits-for I must keep up my strength, as she said.
"When shall I be let go? What is happening?" I asked.
"Do not ask me," was all the reply I received, and then as at no previous time did I feel the strange erotic power of Davina hanging over every room and cranny of the mansion. At times, as has been seen, she allowed Monique and Elise some rein and even put up with their mischievous behavior. At others, as now, they subdued their naturally ebullient spirits and came completely under her will, as it was their final pleasure to do, for none could become trapped in the broad fine net of her spirit and not adore her.
Monique had been pleased to find that my cock hung limp still-a condition that I had with some desperation willed it to. It hung thickly, the knob half absorbed back into my foreskin, with my balls slung as heavy as ever. Straightening my stockings a trifle, Monique surveyed me in silence and then attended to my lip rouge, which had smeared a little, telling me I must look at my best for it was a special occasion.
"What a pretty girl you make and how I would love to kiss you and caress your gartered thighs, Harry, and dandle your prick," she murmured, giving quite a sigh so that my prick actually stirred, which she noticed, giving it a little warning tap with her finger.
"No, it must not be naughty or it will be slipped into a different pot from the one intended," she laughed. "Have patience, Harry, and all will be well. You might count yourself the luckiest in the county if only you knew it."
At that I begged again to be told what was to happen, but as silently and quickly as she. had entered, so she went, leaving my lips feeling thicker with rouge than before and my garters-drawn up higher-tighter than I had previously experienced, which gave me a certain tingling in my balls.
The silence then seemed intense. No sounds reached me from beyond, the door being thick and the walls stout. I thought of the "entertainment" which had been spoken of and what it would be when suddenly the doorhandle turned again. Elise entered, leaving it half closed, and moving quietly, extinguished all but one of the lamps.
"Do not speak," she hissed, "you are to make no sound at all."
The single lamp now made the rooms look even more bizarre; yet-the air being scented with lavender-I felt strangely lulled, strung out open-armed and open-legged as I was, though with the high heels of my rather tight shoes planted firmly on the floor. Then came a slight tap as of a toe hitting the door, and it swung wide to reveal two further figures.
Dim as the light was, I perceived that the first was Harriet. Davina, immediately to her rear, carried her small, many-thonged black whip.