"Let's see, Elise...you've been here five weeks. Am I right?"
Elise's eyes darted around the room, taking in the intent but impassive faces of her employer's personal staff. Mr. Hal, the steward, was to Lord Conroy's right. Beside him stood a handsome but older woman, Mistress Beatrice the head maid. On the lord's left were Allan the chauffer, Daniel the butler, and Vincent the man servant. Elise then looked down to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the movement throwing up into view the slightest hint of cleavage with each breath, and considered her own position as Master Conroy's private secretary. The heat began to rise in her cheeks.
"Elise?"
Startled, she looked up quickly.
"Yes, sir?"
She felt their disapproval, even though they did not show it. Conroy remained calm, even perhaps seemed a bit indulgent as some emotion flickered at the corners of his mouth before he spoke.
"I hired you five weeks ago, Elise, did I not?"
"You did, sir."
"At that time, did I not only make my expectations known to you but also then instruct Hal to elaborate the details?"
Elise's eyes fell back to the front of Conroy's credenza, studying the mahogany grain.
"It is as you say, my Lord."
"Wait outside the door, Elise."
His voice was cold, perfunctory. Her legs trembled as she backed the twelve steps to the jamb and pulled the door closed on the six of them. Five weeks she'd been his private secretary. She'd accepted the job, accepted the oddity of Mr. Conroy enacting upon his large estate, set on a Tennessee bluff above the Mississippi, an on going play of late-Victorian manners. It was like one of those public television series, except Mr. Conroy had real investments, real and important philanthropic interests, and no patience with foregoing modernity—electricity, indoor plumbing, gas heat, or telecommunications—except when it came to interpersonal relations.
As she had stood before the credenza, the evidence of her non-performance sat there in front of Conroy: the half-sorted mail and messages, the forty unopened emails, and yesterday's tea cup. It was just so hard to get up in the morning here in the country, and too easy to pull a volume from the shelves of his fabulous library and lose an hour.
Elise stewed in her growing distaste for her performance to date and was startled when the door to Conroy's study opened again.
She crept in. Dread reached through the satin of her corset, pulling her forward by the navel as her knees pushed the petticoats of her dress forward to within three paces of the credenza. She gave a small curtsy and looked up through her lowered brows to see that Mr. Conroy was alone behind his desk.
"Miss Helton... Elise, your performance to date has been terrible. Given your obvious talents, your performance is utterly inexcusable. Each of the persons behind you has formed the opinion that you are possessed of lazy and reprehensible work habits."
She noted now that the other members of his personal staff stood near the wall behind her, their hands clasped before them in watchfulness.
"No doubt, given that you are fully a woman and not a youth, you are set in your ways. That might be reason enough to fire you, Elise.
"It might be, except that, even despite how dreadfully and inadequately you've performed even the simplest of your duties, you've also managed to demonstrate great promise and some real moments of brilliance.
"On account of that potential hiding within you, Miss Helton, I'm going to knock you into new ways...if you agree."
Anger had risen within her at the sting and truth of his words. Elise let it take her, thinking that she could brazen her way past this upbraiding as she had always done before when called on substandard performance.
"I do not agree, sir, and I believe that I have put in the full number of hours expected of me this past five weeks."
Conroy was on his feet, around the corner of the desk, and clutching the hair at her neck in his fist as her mouth closed upon the final consonant. Before she knew what had happened, she was toppled with her waist across his knees and Daniel and Allan holding her wrists outstretched in front of her. Just as she thought to kick, she felt Hal and Vincent firmly grip her ankles and pull her legs apart.
"What the fuck? You can't do this to me, Mr. Conroy!"
His fingers twisted in her hair as she felt the weight of his chest press onto her shoulder blades and crush her breasts against the side of his leg as he leaned to whisper in her ear.
"My dear, in fact I can. It is in your contract. It says that recognizing the complicated nature of the responsibilities of a private secretary, you acknowledge the likelihood that upon occasion you may be corrected for shortcomings in your work."
"I had nothing like this in mind!"
"I did."
"How dare you!"
Conroy enraged her more by only chuckling as he said, "look in that mirror."
She turned her head to see Beatrice wheeling a full-length mirror into position so that Elise could see herself stretched over Conroy's lap, her face reddened as she struggled to free her arms and legs from the men's grip. Beatrice moved to her, grasping the back of her dress and ripping the buttons open to expose the laces of the corset and the top of her bikini panties.
"Damn it!" she screamed as Beatrice gathered her shoulders and tore the pale green dress from the waist to the hem. The mirror showed Elise that she looked like a rough-handled head of lettuce, her petticoats revealed as a wad about her knees.
Conroy's hand came down hard onto her bare thigh. The sting lit up the inside of her skull as she heard herself wail, "you can't!" He was. She pushed her eyes open and watched his open palm sweep onto the other thigh, gasping as she watched the imprint of his fingers blossom red on her flesh.
"Shit!"
"Elise, you'll hold you tongue and stop using such words. If you do not, I will double the number and severity of the blows I intend for this spanking."
Incredibly, his words and the tone of his voice combined with the radiating sting to send a wave of wetness surging through her pussy. How could that be?
"I cannot begin to explain to you how disappointed I am in you, Elise. How lazy, undisciplined, willful, rude, and bad-mannered you've shown you can be. For each of these five traits I shall punish you. Not only me, but with the assistance of each of these five fellow staff members will assist."
Tears of humiliation filled her eyes. What humiliated her most was the secret throbbing of her clit, which had grown more insistent with each word from Lord Conroy's mouth. Inside her head she asked God, what kind of slut am I? Conroy firmly turned her head toward the mirror and growled softly, "watch." His hand poured on a dozen blows to the cheeks of her ass. She watched them grow redder and redder as her pussy began to swim, and it wasn't until he stopped that she saw herself wriggling her hips up and down in an attempt to grind herself on his thigh. The sight made her whimper.
"Look at yourself, Elise. Its obvious to all of us: you are enjoying this."
"Yes," said Beatrice, "Elise, I think you are a sexually submissive pain slut who has behaved badly her whole life with the hope of being harshly disciplined."
The words stung. Elise shook her head and buried her face against her stretched arm. Conroy landed another dozen blows in slow succession. As he did so, Elise could feel herself drenching with wetness. Her body was betraying her, delighting in this treatment and these sensations. A small voice was whispering inside her head, more...more.
"Let me go. You are all sick. Fuck you."
Surprisingly, Conroy and the others let her stand up, though Daniel and Allan still held her arms behind her. Hal stood in front of her and placing his fingertips inside her corset freed her breasts so they spilled over the top. Looking her in the eye, he used the back of his hand to quickly and severely slap each nipple. Elise's knees buckled and her womb convulsed in orgasm. What the fuck? Was she really that perverted? She tried to hold her composure while the sensation rocked through her. Maybe they'd think she'd just chosen to hold in a cry of pain.
Maybe, except that a spray of cum had loosed from her pussy into her panties and now trickled in rivulets down the insides of her thighs while the ruins of her dress lay about her ankles.
Hal, Beatrice, Daniel, Allan, and Vincent stared and their eyes pulled hers downward to look at the evidence. Each was an experienced eye and had seen and heard in Elise all that they were revealing to her in these moments. This was what she had always wanted, always needed, and these were the friends who had until now been missing from her existence. People who shared her character, who were also the kind of person that gained sexual fulfillment by being disciplined and feeling dominated.
"I'm leaving. I quit. I don't want to be here."
Conroy removed his suit jacket, then slowly un-cuffed and began rolling his sleeves. Hal fiercely took hold of her nipples and pulled her down onto her knees while Daniel and Allan raised her arms above her head. Vincent had unbuttoned the front of Beatrice's black uniform and bared her breasts, and thus at the same time grabbed her by the nipples and likewise forced her onto her knees. Beatrice willingly held her arms above her head and revealed that her nipples were pierced by two thick white gold hoops. Elise could see the arousal in her eyes.
"Its time for your second punishment, Elise," said Conroy.
"I don't think so."
"I do. Tell me, Elise, have you ever come that hard before?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
Conroy nodded. Hal pulled two twelve foot lengths of leather lacing from his vest pocket. He handed one to Vincent. The men began to tightly bind the two women's breasts, winding the leather first around one boob and then the other and then finishing so that the lacing wrapped behind their necks and pulled their tits up and thrust them outward.
Daniel held her by the wrists while Allan pulled four long bars with cuffs on each end from a drawer within the wall of the study. Elise and Beatrice's arms were stretched apart over their heads and each had her wrists placed in the cuffs of a long bar with a loop in the center. Hal took hold of each bar and pulled the women to their feet. Vincent lowered two velvet theater ropes from a recess in the ceiling while Daniel and Allan worked together in shackling first Beatrice then Elise's ankles with the second pair of bars. As Vincent directed the two men in snapping the ropes onto the wrist bars and drawing the women up onto the balls of their feet, lord Conroy coolly watched.
Elise trembled. Not with fear, but with an excitement she dared not admit to herself. She was on fire with humiliation, being put on display like this, but her breasts and cunt were buzzing with an intensity of sensation of which she'd never even dreamed.
Now Hal caused her head to snap down to look at her breasts as he attached two cruel clamps to her swelled nipples. On each was a chain that ended with a two inch metal bar. These he pulled taut and pushed through the hoops decorating Beatrice's breasts. Thus, the two women were attached to each other by their nipples, standing on the balls of their feet as they hung bound and suspended by their arms.
Vincent handed a rattan cane to Hal and another to lord Conroy. Elaborately, the two men stood to the left of the women, Conroy beside Elise and Hal next to Beatrice. Hal bowed to Conroy, then each took a step away and swung their canes onto the thighs of the two women just at the crease of the buttocks. Their first cries were echoed by second and third ones as their jumping at the lash of the cane caused them to tug hard on one another's bound breasts. The men repeated their blows four more times. With the last, Beatrice began to come wildly, and each spasm that wracked her was transmitted to Elise through the clamps on her nipples.
Elise was covered in perspiration, her muscles quaking, an orgasm seemingly building from the roots of her hair. Her panties were now soaked from the waistband to the crotch. She nearly fainted when Conroy cut them away with a pen knife. Orgasm took her, finally, when he brought the cane down sharply just above her nipples. It was so intense that she did nearly lose consciousness. When her head cleared, she saw Beatrice was completely naked and standing with her legs free, though her hands remained bound. Beatrice was leaning backwards, rhythmically tugging at Elise's breasts using the chains that bound them together.
Vincent lowered Beatrice's arms, freed her wrists, and cut the leather lacing from first her breasts and then Elise's. The head maid took a step forward, made the chains slack, and then freed herself from them. She raised her hands to Elise's breasts, cupped them, and then snatched off the clamps.
Elise wailed. She gasped, then, as she felt Beatrice cup her mound and search out her clit with thumb and forefinger.
"Elise, what do you know about anal play?" asked Beatrice.
"I don't know anything. I don't want to know anything. I want to leave."
"But, Miss Helton, you've had two orgasms and right now I can feel your pussy sucking my fingers in."
It was true. Elise was pushing her hips forward and trying to pull the head maid's fingers into her twat. Tears formed in Elise's eyes. The blush covered her bosom and caused the welt of the cane to stand out in white contrast as she looked at Conroy.
"Master. Master Conroy. Please, my Lord. I want to go."
"I don't believe you, Elise. I don't think you believe you. Isn't it obvious to you how much you want and need exactly what you are getting? What you are going to get?"
She shook her head. In the back of her mind, there was a voice shouting "yes, Master, yes." Her hips rolled her clit against Beatrice's thumb.
"Sir," said Beatrice, "it has come to my attention that Daniel and Allan have each been negligent in duties directly affecting my own. Since my own deficiencies have been corrected by Mr. Hal, I request permission to make use of Miss Helton in punishing the two gentlemen."
"Of course, Mistress Beatrice. Do as you think best."
Twisting Elise's clit, Beatrice smiled and gave Conroy a curtsy. Nodding to Vincent and Hal to prepare Elise, she commanded Daniel and Allan to strip. They moved rapidly in compliance.
Freeing Elise's wrists and ankles, the two men forcibly met her continued struggling and dragged her onto the back of the couch. Controlling her with a firm grip on her head, sharp words, and even sharper slaps and pinches to the insides of her thighs and undersides of her breasts, they arranged her so she balanced at the waist over the back of the overstuffed leather divan. Vincent had unlaced and removed her corset to let her breasts hang free while Hal adjusted her knees on the cushions and then tied first her thighs and then her ankles apart. Vincent then took two clamps weighted with button bells and attached them to her tender and swollen nipples. Her humiliation flared again, almost beyond bearing, when Hal took a third such clamp and snapped it onto her clit. When he did, she groaned a "thank you, sir" that they could not have missed. She was losing control. What was happening to her?
They had placed her so that if she raised her head she could see behind her through a mirror on the wall. She did so now, and saw Beatrice rolling out a dining cart with a huge covered platter. Beatrice then moved the floor mirror to a vantage point where Elise could see her own backside in the double reflections, and afterward removed the cover from the platter. Daniel and Allan stood stock still, having to wonder what the head maid intended for them.
Hal took a seat on the arm of the divan, bemusedly watching Beatrice as she submissively whispered her intentions to Conroy and he nodded his grinning approval as he sat, relaxed in the overstuffed chair beside the floor mirror. In the mirrors, Elise caught her slipping a wooden hairbrush into Vincent's hand. Then, Beatrice stepped toward Elise and rested her hand on the woman's welted bottom. Elise secretly thrilled to the touch, the blush about her throat and darkening of her labia giving away her excitement.
"You will be one of my instruments of punishment, dear," said the head maid as she tapped the button bell between Elise's thighs and made her whimper.
Picking up two pair of vinyl surgical gloves and a jar of lubricant from the dining cart, Beatrice made her way around the divan. Elise felt separated from her body as she watched the head maid slip the gloves onto her hands and then began coating them with lubricant.
"Daniel, Allan: come here!" commanded Beatrice. The two men obeyed the silver-haired maid. Kneeling beside Elise's left shoulder, she directed the two men to each straddle one of Elise's forearms. Daniel was on her left, Allan on her right. Both men's naked waists were at eye-level, and Elise now confronted their hard, thick-veined pricks wobbling just inches from her face and slick with drops of pre-cum glistening on their cock-heads. Beatrice took Elise's left wrist in both hands and began guiding her fingers behind Daniel's heavy balls.
"That's it, press the tip of your finger against his anus...right there. Good girl. Now, work it into him." Elise felt Daniel squirm, saw the head of his cock throb and swell, and felt him open to her. Her finger slipped inside him. The head maid's voice was in her ear, "that's it, now the next finger." Joint by joint, Elise introduced finger after finger inside Daniel's behind, and then Beatrice was guiding her thumb in as well. It then dawned on Elise that the head maid intended for Elise to have a hand all the way inside each of these men as she felt Daniel stretched around her wrist. Beatrice was now coaching her to do the same to Allan with her right. Enthralled, excited, nearly out of her mind with a feeling of lust and power as she stared at the two steel hard cocks just inches in front of her, Elise pressed her hand into Allan and thrilled as he grunted and shifted to accept her hand inside him.
Beatrice now stood and walked back to the cart. She took a large syringe filled with lubricant and pressed it against Elise's own rosebud. The head maid squeezed a large dollop of lube onto Elise's anus, which the bound woman watched through the mirrors. Next, the head maid picked up a large black enema nozzle and began pressing its thick tip against Elise's ass. She felt herself being stretched, felt herself pressing back, stretching more, then finally feeling the nozzle slip past that ring of flesh and begin sliding through her back passage. Finally, she willed her eyes open and saw through the mirrors that the thing was lodged completely in her with only its flared base protruding from between her cheeks.
"Now, boys, reach over and grab each other's cocks. That's right. Keep stroking, but don't you dare come until I tell you to shoot your loads all over Elise's face. How's this feel, Elise?"
"I want it out."
"Is that why your hips are moving, Elise? Why that little bell on your clit is tinkling?"
The shame burned. Beatrice was right. Elise could see herself as well as hear the bell, now that the head maid pointed it out. What a slut I am. What a nasty, perverted little slut to be excited by this humiliation and violation. Now what's she doing? She's attaching the enema bag!
The fluid was warm. Beatrice was methodical, massaging the bag with the same rhythm the two men were using to stroke each other's cock there in front of Elise's face. Elise could smell their pre-cum, watching the sticky strands drip and hang like elastic icicles for just a moment before dripping onto the polished wood floor. She wiggled her closed fingers inside them and delighted as they moaned and bucked their hips forward. Their cock-heads touched her cheeks, brushed against her lips. They took turns rubbing the other's cock against her face.
The fluid continued to fill her, slowly. Looking in the mirror, she saw that the bag was half inside her. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations, overwhelmed by the desire to open her mouth and suck Daniel and Allan's cocks.
Her eyes snapped open when the hairbrush made contact. The suddenness made her gasp, and in that instant her mouth was stuffed with Allan's cock as Beatrice squeezed the bag with a steady pressure at the same time she began pumping a squeeze ball to inflate the nozzle and hold all that fluid inside Elise.
Vincent delivered a rapid twenty blows to her left ass cheek while Daniel fucked Allan's cock in and out of her open mouth.
Elise was paralyzed with pain, with pleasure, with sensations, images, shards of thought, a dazzle that stunned her mind. Conroy was now laying down twenty strokes on her right ass cheek, Daniel's cock was in her mouth. She managed to raise her eyes and see Beatrice cruelly twisting both men's nipples. The head maid's words barely registered, but both men's hands were moving faster stroking the other's cock. Elise's mouth was empty, and then thick ropes of cum were spurting first from Allan's cock and then from Daniel's. Globs stuck to her cheeks, their asses squeezed tight around her hands and wrists. Her fingers were almost numb.
Then, Vincent's fingers were pressing into her pussy. First one, then two, then three. Four. Was that his thumb? Though nearly cross-eyed from the sensations pouring through her, Elise raised her head and saw Vincent's wrist disappear between her pussy lips. His fingers pressed against her cervix and she began to cum uncontrollably. Vincent responded by using the hairbrush to spank first one thigh and then the other. Beatrice was lifting the sticky gobs from her face and pushing them between Elise's lips. Her orgasm was a series of waves, rocking her hips back further onto Vincent's hand.
"Fuck me...oh, please, fuck me so good. I need it.
"See what a slut I am? I need to be punished."
Elise began crying as she heard what she was saying, crying as the words from her lips triggered another orgasm. Beatrice was feeding first Daniel and then Allan's softening cock back into her mouth, telling her to clean them completely. Vincent had put down the hairbrush and was using his bare hand to slap her ass cheeks again and again. An orgasm built on top of the other, and Elise felt herself lose control of her bladder as she lost consciousness in the swirls of pleasure that now overtook her...
Beatrice was whispering softly to her as she regained her senses. She'd been freed and gently carried into the water closet off Conroy's study. Now, the waspish head maid showed an unexpected mothering tenderness as she used a warm cloth on Elise's brow.
"That's it, girl. Come back to earth...."
Elise's eyes fluttered open. She saw the look of concern on Beatrice's face, but as the memory of what this mannish woman had done to her came swimming up, along with an accompanying sense of renewed arousal, Elise's attitude hardened.
"You beast."
Beatrice's thin smile in response aggravated her. The woman took hold of her left nipple and squeezed hard. Elise felt herself thrusting her breasts forward into the sensation as an electric heat passed through her clit. The head maid only chuckled softly.
"Of course I am...just as you are a wanton submissive slut whose deepest wish is to be a sexual slave and plaything."
The words scalded her mind. Elise felt the truth of them even as she rebelled against believing it. She had no time to think about it, though, as Daniel and Allan opened the door to the water closet and lifted her from the tub. They were now clothed, and they roughly handled her as they half carried and half dragged her back into the study. They forced her onto her knees and twisted her elbows to the small of her back before Allan snatched her head upward by pulling the hair on top of her head.
Their overpowering treatment left her shaking, her breathing ragged with what she barely allowed herself to acknowledge was arousal. As her eyes focused, she saw that Vincent was standing stretched naked and bound before the credenza. Pressing his hand between Vincent's shoulders and causing him to place his bound hands on the top of the credenza, Hal spoke.
"Vincent, two days ago I had to move Lord Conroy's dry cleaning from the corridor upstairs to his wardrobe. You know you are to take the Tuesday delivery. This sloppiness on your part is unacceptable."
Hal delivered his words with a dispassion and authority that clutched Elise's stomach. She had told Vincent that she would get that laundry. She had forgotten.
"Mr. Hal...it is not Vincent's fault. It is mine. I told him I would take care of it."
Hal turned on her with a scornful look.
"Then Vincent is the more to blame. The punishment I'm about to inflict properly belongs to you, but now Vincent will receive it. Knowing how lazy, careless, and forgetful you can be he was obligated to ensure that you fulfilled your promise."
Each word flayed her soul. The humiliation she felt was unbearable. It became worse as Hal pulled his arm back and unfurled a long, thumb-thick cane and laid a thick red stripe across Vincent's buttocks.
"Christ," hissed Vincent. His body quivered violently as he struggled to control his reaction. Elise saw his cock begin to harden. Suddenly, Hal struck again, delivering the blow to exactly the same spot. Vincent's hips jerked violently and a groan escaped his throat. Tears began forming in his eyes. Hal set down the cane and produced another of those long leather laces. He nodded to Daniel and Allen, who half-lifted Elise to bring her closer to where Vincent stood shaking. He began by placing a loop of the leather behind Vincent's testicles, and then began to tightly constrict his cock and balls. When he was finished, each testicle was prominently outlined by the dark leather, and Vincent's cock swelled and pulsed with a deepening purple. A long strand of pre-cum, at least half a foot long, hung from his extremely rigid cock.
Hal retrieved the cane, and without wasted motion landed a third blow on Vincent's flanks. Elise was spattered with the perspiration the cane drove from his skin. Close up, she could see his muscles knot and strain as the sensation radiated from the point of impact. He breathed in a gulp of air with an audible moan. It caused his cock to wobble.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth blows fell quickly. With the last, Vincent began to weep and curse softly under his breath. The strand of pre-cum now hung below his knees, betraying to Elise and the others exactly what effect Hal's cruel strokes were having.
Hal now took hold of Vincent's hips, roughly pulling his feet backward while his hands remained in place. He pressed the cane into the small of the punished man's back, forcing him to thrust his chest forward and arch his bottom outward. This done, Hal slowly marked his flesh with four more blows. Ten crimson stripes creased each of Vincent's ass cheeks and tears streamed from his eyes while beads of perspiration covered his entire body. His arousal was such that Elise could see a second bead of pre-cum rolling down the surface of the strand that now reached from the engorged helmet of his cock to a small pool of clear fluid on the polished wood.
"Hal," said Conroy, "if this was Elise you were punishing, what would you do?"
"I'd sodomize her, sir. Fill her rude and lazy little bottom with my semen."
"Then do it to Vincent."
Hal stared at Conroy for a moment, then looked at Elise. He made a slight nod.
Hal then took a step back and unfastened his pants. Lowering his briefs, he revealed his own hard cock. Its proportions matched Elise's whole forearm. Reaching through Vincent's legs, Hal spun the man's pre-cum around his forefinger. He then used its slick lubrication against Vincent's anus.
It was not much, but all the preparation that Vincent got. Hal pressed against his opening and then thrust forward, skewering the younger man on his whole length.
Vincent's knees nearly buckled with the force and sensation of Hal's assault. Hal was still for a moment as Vincent trembled and caught his breath. Then Hal began to fuck him with long, deep strokes. Vincent began to groan, slowly moving his hips in time with Hal's strokes. Hal reached a hand around Vincent's waist and began squeezing the head of his cock. He had only done this four times when Vincent began to spasm. His orgasm was long and incredibly intense.
His clutching and jerking caused Hal to begin coming as well.
Vincent's spunk jetted in thick dollops onto the floor of the study. Hal's poured into his bowels and trickled down the insides of his thighs. Elise could see its thickness contrasting with his perspiration. Hal quickly withdrew, the motion causing the other man to grunt. He turned to Beatrice.
"Have her clean it up," he said and then retreated into the water closet to clean up.
Conroy chuckled, "Neither Hal nor Vincent consider themselves gay or homosexual, Elise. That makes their humiliation and sexual excitement when they are made to engage in such activities even more acute."
Beatrice now took hold of her hair and pulled her to where she was kneeling between Vincent's legs.
"Lick it up, dear. First Hal, then Vincent's cum. All of it."
I can't, Elise thought to herself. Nonetheless, she felt her tongue slip between her lips and the sensation of her breasts touching the tops of Vincent's calves as she wrapped her hands around his thighs and began licking the sticky, salty fluid mixed with perspiration. She was gentle, and even kissed and lightly sucked upon the soft flesh of Vincent's inner thighs, strangely moved by what he had just gone through in her stead. She licked down his knees, and felt a new rush of humiliation as she lowered her face to the floor, suddenly feeling a brush of air against her tender nether lips as her pelvis tilted upward. I can't be doing this...
Yet, it was less than a minute later that she slowly raised to look up at Conroy, Vincent's cum glistening on her lips and chin from where she'd sucked it up off the floor, and found herself hoping that the lord would be satisfied with her work.
God..., she thought, maybe I am just what they say. Why else would my clit be throbbing at this moment, my pussy aching, and me feeling something like hope that he's going to do something to me? No, it can't be...
Conroy stood up with a slow deliberateness. He strolled from the chair where he'd been sitting, on the other side of Vincent's naked pose before the credenza, and stopped a pace away from Elise, looking down at her as she slowly lowered her eyes. Embarrassment crept over her as the cum dried upon her lips.
He smiled as he bent down. From behind his back he produced a slim silver collar and slipped it around her bare neck. She shuddered as he closed the clasp. She understood what it meant...a claim of ownership. She was frozen, unable to move.
To it, he attached a long silver chain. A leash. Her leash. Oh, no.
Conroy pulled on it gently, tugging her out of her stupor, and she began to crawl on hands and knees as he slowly backed away, leading her along.
The humiliation blossomed into an inferno, spreading across her chest and up her neck. Worse still, coiling downward between her legs and causing a flood of her juices to slick her thighs as she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor mirror.
He drew her over to the coffee table.
"Stand up."
She obeyed, almost admitting to herself the thrill his command gave her. Almost, but not yet. She summoned a shred of false dignity.
"I'd like to go Mr. Conroy. I don't care for any of this."
Conroy threw his head back in laughter.
"Be serious, Elise...Think a moment, just let yourself feel what your body is telling you. It is plain for all of us to see. Do you need proof?"
He nodded toward the recessed HDTV that was revealed as he pressed a small remote in his hand. The image and sound was her and her voice from a short while ago, as Vincent plumbed her and she sucked Allan and Daniel's cocks.
She turned her head away, the tears welling up from somewhere deep inside her chest and she could not escape the truth.
"See what a slut I am? I need to be punished." She had said it, had meant it, and now, finally, she was ready to admit it.
Conroy gave her no chance. Daniel, Allen, and Beatrice were taking hold of her and pulling her onto her back, lashing her to the low table. Her arms were bent at the elbows and her wrists tied to one pair of table legs. Her ankles, her calves, her knees and her thighs were bound and stretched open. Daniel had looped the velvet ropes above and below her bent knees and tied each ankle near the thigh, then crossed the ropes beneath the table top to keep her legs spread so that her crotch rested at its edge. Beatrice shoved a small cushion beneath her hips, raising her so that her slick and swollen pussy was prominently displayed.
Allan then brought from the dining cart an enormous phallus, nearly as thick as a soda can with a smooth head and textured shaft of ten inches. He handed it to Conroy. Daniel held in his hand a short riding crop, which he handed also to Conroy. Then, the three staff members stepped back and seated themselves on the divan. Vincent had recovered, replaced his trousers and shirt, and chose to stand behind the chair that Hal had silently slipped into.
"Elise, are you ready to admit your nature? Admit your errors? And promise to dedicate yourself to becoming better?"
"I am not."
The crop landed quickly and squarely atop her mound. She jerked hard within her bonds, blinded by the sting that shocked upward from her groin.
"I'd much rather be using my mouth there, right now, than this crop, Elise...but that would require you announcing a change in attitude."
She shook her head, unable to speak through the sensation. The crop struck in exactly the same place. Before she could process it, Conroy began working the phallus's head against her slit. It felt good, she pushed against the table to raise her hips toward it before she could think better of it. Conroy pressed the head into her opening. She felt it begin to stretch her, sliding centimeter by centimeter deeper inside her.
Conroy used it to tease her into raising her hips, then he smacked her clit with the crop. It made her shout and thrash her head back and forth.
"Ohh, please. God...that hurts so much."
Her voice in her own ears caused her to imagine how she must look just then. Her head spun with the intense shame, and in that shame poured through a level of arousal and longing beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
"I'm everything you've said I am." Hearing the words come from her mouth caused a new wave of humiliation, and liquefied her womb. "I'm a submissive pain slut, and I long for the kind of embarrassment you are giving me right now. Please, don't stop. Use me, master."
Conroy lashed her clit with the crop five times, then. Slow, measured blows with which he pushed and twisted the phallus inside her cunt. Elise was quaking on the verge of orgasm, then.
Conroy then lowered his mouth to her clit. Tenderly he sucked it into his mouth and lathed it with his tongue. Her orgasm exploded outward from her clit.
As she trembled, with every inch of the phallus buried deep inside her, Conroy spoke.
"That's right, Elise. I'm going to use you. You belong to me. You are a special, cherished, submissive slut and friend to all of us here. Now, I'll make you mine."
Conroy had freed his cock, more impressive even than Hal's. The phallus was, in fact, modeled upon it, though thicker. Now, Conroy pressed the head of his huge prick nudged against her anus. Her wetness had lubricated the opening, and Conroy pressed until the head slipped past her tight ring of flesh. The sensation triggered yet another orgasm. With it, she opened to him completely and he began plowing in and out of her back passage, the pressure pounding the phallus against her insides. Filled completely, her whole body shook and strained as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her.
Conroy took the crop and lightly lashed her breasts, as well, causing her to nearly levitate off the table. In that moment, she felt him come inside her. That triggered a final and mind-blowing orgasm. As she slipped once more from consciousness in surrender to the pleasure, she thought to herself "I'm home."
