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King of the Castle

Copyright Oggbashan September 2016

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a Halloween fantasy with femdom.

Ruritania is the fictional country of Anthony Hope’s novels The Prisoner of Zenda and Rupert of Hentzau. I have used the name Ruritania for this story but any resemblance between my 21st Century Ruritania and Anthony Hope’s is accidental. I have used only the name instead of inventing an Eastern European state.

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It was a last minute decision. It seemed such a good idea back in England. We wanted a venue for a Halloween Party and a genuine castle seemed the ideal location. All we had to do was get there. The cost of accommodation and food would be provided by my father. Normally the castle would be full for Halloween but there had been a group cancellation because of unrest in that country. The staff and everything had been arranged for the group. We could take over what had been already planned if we could get flights there in the next 48 hours.

My grandfather Alfred had owned the castle in what had been an East European Communist state. I’ll call it Ruritania, not its name.

Madeleine and I had been having a mild disagreement about our wedding. We wanted a quiet simple affair but we were under pressure, not from our parents but from the wider family, for a big event. I was inclined to humour the relations. The cost wasn’t a problem because both sets of parents could afford to pay. Madeleine just didn’t want the hassle of organising a big event. She and I are rather quiet people who prefer the company of a few friends instead of attending large events. We thought a week away, particularly away from the relations, would give us time to sort out what WE wanted.

There was another problem. There was some unrest in Ruritania. I did some research on the internet. There was a movement for a revolution to overthrow the current democratic government. The movement’s leaders were using the Big Lie technique making statements about what the government was and had been doing that were obviously untrue. Some of the more outrageous claims had been mentioned on Snopes. From the UK the revolutionary movement seemed ridiculous and obviously intended to enrich the leaders and foreign investors who were barred from owning too many assets in Ruritania. As the castle was in a remote area and easily defended against a rioting mob I thought we would be very safe.

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Back in the 1960s Ruritania’s communist government didn’t have enough money to preserve or restore ancient monuments. Such money as they had for heritage they used in their cities and towns. My grandfather owned a toy factory in the English Midlands and frequently visited the Nuremberg Toy Fair to exhibit his company’s products and to see what others were selling.

There was a small exhibit of handmade wooden toys from Ruritania. Alfred liked the quirkiness and the quality of the workmanship. He bought a few samples back to England but it was too expensive to replicate them in his factory. Over the next few years he visited Ruritania and bought the toys in quantity selling them through his marketing outlets. Eventually he invested in Ruritania, building a factory and employing locals. By the 1960s he was well respected in Ruritania and had contacts in the government.

When they decided to ask foreign investors to take over some of their heritage places, Alfred was one of the first they approached. Their idea was that the foreigner would be offered a building at a nominal sum but they would have to conserve and restore it using local labour. Alfred was using local labour extensively and because he paid in hard currency he could pick and choose the best workmen.

His first purchase was the castle. It was in a remote area guarding a mountain pass. The castle was fairly small and in a reasonable condition. The only problem was that it was too far from any major roads. Materials for repair would have to be found locally, but those materials were the ones that had been used when the castle was originally built. He paid the local equivalent of one US dollar for the castle and its estate but spent fifty thousand US dollars on it over the next decade.

When finished in the late 1970s the exterior had been restored to the state it had been in the 14th Century. The main rooms were equally antique but the kitchens, bedrooms and bathrooms were modern. He had repaired and widened the road from the nearest town to the castle so that trucks could bring in bathroom fittings. They had to be manhandled across the drawbridge and through the defended gateway because no vehicle could enter the castle. The storerooms and dungeons underground housed a collection of genuine and newly manufactured instruments of torture as a museum display.

Alfred’s castle became a showpiece for other foreigners to demonstrate what could be done with Ruritania’s neglected heritage. He had to create a car and coach park in the outer bailey to accommodate visitors from Western Europe and beyond.

The staff were all locals from the mountain villages, a few living at the castle but most coming in to produce banquets and when there were foreign guests.

Eventually Ruritania overthrew its Communist government and started on the way to becoming a genuinely democratic state. My grandfather handed over responsibility for Ruritania to my father John. Alfred was unpopular there because of his work with the former regime. John wasn’t compromised by past associations.

Eventually John had taken over the whole family toy business, the factories in England and Ruritania, and the restored castle. At first he used the castle for conferences, product launches and family holidays. He improved the road access and added a helicopter landing pad in the outer bailey.

Part of the castle became a small gothic-themed hotel but with very modern facilities. The main rooms were still as Alfred had left them but discreetly improved with electric lighting and Wi-Fi. The castle was well used in the summer months and for winter sports. The staff organised events for Valentine’s Day, Halloween, Christmas and New Year to extend the season. They did weddings as well but they weren’t as popular as the seasonal events. The castle wasn’t large enough for a big wedding party.

The staff organised a discreet sideline in sex parties. People who liked BDSM found a genuine castle with real dungeons and real torture equipment to be a wonderful venue for a weekend or even longer of playing around. It was used by many people making erotic bondage videos for the internet. All the bedrooms had unusual accessories such as anchorage points built into every bed and a wardrobe of fetish equipment.

We were six of us going to the castle. I’m Stephen Owen. The others were my fiancée Madeleine, her younger sister Angela, Madeleine’s best friend and intended matron of honour Helen, Gary, who is Angela’s boyfriend and James, Helen’s husband. For James and Helen it was almost like a delayed honeymoon. They had married in August but been back at work the Monday after their Saturday wedding.

Before booking we had to decide what we wanted. Because it was the start of Helen’s honeymoon we let her have the last word. She chose mild femdom BDSM. The castle’s staff could provide specialist BDSM scenarios to fit with the guests’ requests. Mild femdom BDSM was one of the easier versions. I and Gary hoped we would see more of our girlfriends in action. We knew that Helen already practised mild BDSM with her husband James.

I had to inform the castle’s staff of our clothing sizes. I had intended to ask Gary and James to give me the women’s sizes. Madeleine stopped me. She pointed out that some of her sex play clothes were charity shop purchases with old system labels. If we wanted accurate sizes she would get them. She helped compose the email giving the clothing information. I was surprised that it took three attempts before the email reached the castle. Usually it had been instantaneous.

I had been to Ruritania several times with my parents but never on my own. I had been too busy at University and in my vacations I had wanted to go for sun and sand with my friends. I needed to know more about the country because eventually I would inherit the family business. While my friends would be enjoying themselves, I had another task. I had to find out from Jakob, our local manager, what impact Ruritania’s current unrest might have on our company. He had given hints but he and we knew that communication was monitored. The new government had inherited some of the secret service tactics of the old one.

We were travelling with very little luggage. All the clothes we would need were underwear. At the castle we would be wearing costumes supplied for us using the size information Madeleine and I had given.

All of us were expecting to use some of the castle’s BDSM equipment for mild bondage and sexual games as couples. We had discussed it among ourselves. We had agreed that as well as a Halloween party we would experiment with variations of consensual bondage. The women seemed more excited by the idea than the men. I knew the men would be the victims more often than the women, or possibly only the men would be the ones experiencing bondage.

I explained that although the staff might demonstrate the equipment, and for a fee pose for photographs with their faces masked the rules were ‘Look, take pictures, but don’t touch!’.

Our flight landed shortly after ten am. Jakob met us at the airport with a people carrier driven by his chauffeur Gregori. As Gregori was loading my friends and the suitcases Jakob beckoned me aside.

“Stephen, I’d like to show you the improvements to the battlements when we get there.”

I nodded. I knew what he meant. We needed to talk in private and the people carrier might be bugged. On the battlements of the castle as we walk around it would be impossible for all our conversation to be monitored particularly if we were close to the ravine and noisy waterfall.

The castle is a hundred miles from the airport through increasingly rugged scenery. Jakob and Gregori gave a tourist style commentary for my friends pointing out local sights on the way including the chateau that my grandfather had restored before selling it back to the government. The last ten miles of road produced some squeals from the women. It loops around mountains with steep drops and no guard rails. Gary and James tried to look unconcerned but they were holding on to some of the vehicle’s fittings.

The final approach to the castle is dramatic. We came around a bend to see the castle across the valley. We descended to an ancient looking stone bridge actually built by my grandfather Alfred in the 1960s to replace the rope foot bridge. As we approached there were several men dressed as hunters in camouflage clothing and carrying slung rifles. They had recognised the people carrier. Why not? It has the company’s logo on all four sides. They waved at us as we crossed the bridge.

We climbed up and up until we drove through the widened gap in the outer bailey. The gatehouse had fallen down in the 19th Century. Alfred had replaced the rotten wooden drawbridge with a steel girder bridge that could take a fifty ton load. Where the gatehouse had been he had built a modern replica but with a much wider opening. The gates were hydraulically operated and usually left open. Where he got them from I don’t know but underneath the apparently ancient oak they were armoured and weighed several tons each. They might stop a battle tank. Or they might not. Did it matter? Getting a battle tank along the roads to reach the castle was probably impossible.

The castle had been almost impregnable in the 14th Century. As restored it would be difficult to attack even in the 21st Century if there were armed defenders. Unless the attackers used airpower and/or very heavy artillery they wouldn’t get in. But who would want to attack it and why? It is a hotel not a military base. One of the reasons the original castle had survived in a restorable condition was that it had never been attacked. It had been built to defend a mountain pass that was closed by a major landslide even before the castle had been completed. It was protecting a route to nowhere.

Sarah, the castle’s Manager and Housekeeper met us in the car park. She had driven the propane-powered buggy down from the inner bailey. She and Gregori loaded our luggage on it. We followed as the buggy climbed the steep and twisting slope to the inner gatehouse. At the entrance to the keep the maids were lined up. They were all wearing their basic dark blue uniforms with white headscarves. Apart from Petra I didn’t recognise any of them. I wasn’t surprised. The local women rotate as maids at the castle. What did puzzle me was the lack of men. I looked at Sarah.

“Sorry, Stephen,” she said in the local language. “All the men are away at the harvest.”

Sarah seemed unusually subdued. Normally she is a bright and bouncy middle-aged lady. I have known her almost all my life since I first came to the castle as a toddler. She is far more sophisticated than most of the staff because of her constant interaction with our family and the foreign visitors. But there were more than enough maids to look after the six of us. Sarah organised the maids to take the luggage and each guest to the appropriate bedroom, telling us, in English, to meet in the Great Hall in twenty minutes. I took the opportunity to go with Jakob to the battlements.

“Well, Jacob?” I asked as we stood overlooking the ravine and the waterfall. “Why the secrecy?”

“I’m not sure it’s necessary, Stephen,” he replied, “but it is better to be safe. Now we are here you are probably OK but in the capital there is trouble. There might even be a revolution because the people, or some of them, are very angry that the same people are running the country as ran it as Communists. They say they might be sons of the fathers but the clique is the same and they are throwing opposition leaders into jail. There should be an election next month but if the opposition have been jailed as so-called traitors it is claimed it will be a rigged election. There haven’t been riots yet but...”

“There might be?”

“Yes. When Gregori and I leave I have asked Sarah to ensure the outer gates are closed. It’s not good that the men are away when the country is facing trouble. They and the local villagers could defend the castle against mob v******e, unlikely as that might be.”

“Mob v******e? Here? Why?”

“Your grandfather was seen as a supporter of the old government. He, your father, and now you are possibly identified as part of the clique running the country.”

“That’s ridiculous, Jakob!”

“I know but some of the accusations being thrown around are lies. But lies can generate v******e. Those behind the unrest are...”

The names he mentioned were very familiar to me and had featured in my recent researches. If anyone were former Communist rulers it was them. They were people who notionally owned large parts of the capital but were actually working i*****lly with foreign investors.

“They claim that the current government has sold national assets to foreigners...”

“You and I know that is a lie, Jakob,” I said.

“You know that. I know that. The people don’t and are being persuaded that it is true. I wish you hadn’t come – now. I tried to warn your father but I couldn’t be explicit. As manager of your business in Ruritania I am watched very carefully and I suspect all my internet links are compromised. I hope I’m wrong and you can have an enjoyable week here. I’ll collect you on Monday next week, but until then try to keep everyone inside the castle and preferably get the men back inside too. If the shit hits the fan you could have to bring the villagers into the castle. They at least know how much your family has done for them.”

“And my grandfather only worked with the old government because he had to.”

“I know, Stephen, but people aren’t thinking straight. Gregori and I have to get back to the capital. We have organised watchmen to warn if there is any attack on the factories. It should be unlikely but if there is the workers will try to stop any damage being done. After all, they need the work and the pay. If the factories are wrecked we’ll all be out of work. I’ll leave in a few minutes. Enjoy yourselves while you’re here but be careful, please.”

“I will, Jakob, and thank you. I’ll tell my friends to stay inside the castle grounds.”

“If Sarah has shut the outer bailey gates they won’t be able to leave anyway. I’ll make sure she does.”

We went back to the Great Hall. There was a buffet set out for us. Sarah was already talking to my friends. Petra was standing beside Sarah.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah was saying, “the castle’s Wi-Fi is temporarily out of action. Someone is coming to fix it in a couple of days but your phones won’t work and we can’t have television...”

Jakob interrupted her. I heard him tell her to shut the outer bailey’s gates. She nodded.

I spoke to my friends.

“While we are here I’m sorry to say that we should not leave the castle grounds. It’s the hunting season and some of our local hunters aren’t very competent. They might shoot at anything that moves, including us. Later on, perhaps when the local men return, we might be able to organise some escorted outings but until then, please do not try to leave the castle.”

“Are we prisoners?” Madeleine asked me. She wasn’t serious.

“Of course not,” I answered. “This was my family’s castle. You are guests here. I would prefer my guests to remain uninjured.”

“What about the troubles that caused the other group to cancel?” Angela asked.

“There is an election coming soon and people in the capital are overexcited,” I replied. “We are a long way from the capital and surrounded by friends. If we had television we might see demonstrations in the streets of the capital, or perhaps not. The local media isn’t wholly free. They only show what the government wants the people to see unless the people have satellite TV and internet so that censorship is fairly ineffective.”

“But we haven’t got TV or internet,” Gary objected.

“Temporarily,” I answered. “It should be fixed soon but it takes time to get expert technicians to come this far from civilisation. Even a simple repair means a whole lost day for them.”

That seemed to reassure everybody as they set to eating the buffet.

Sarah announced that the evening meal would be at eight o’clock followed by a demonstration of a new device and a ghost story by firelight. I said that this afternoon I would give a tour of the outer castle, including if anyone wanted to do it, the wall walk around the outer bailey. Helen was dubious. She doesn’t like heights but James told her he would hold on to her. He already was. They were behaving like newly-weds.

Madeleine pulled me aside.

“What was all that crap about the hunting season, Stephen? The locals hunt all year round and we’ve never had any problem before.”

“It was bullshit, Madeleine, but please don’t tell the others,” I said. “Jakob has told me that Ruritania has real problems now. It shouldn’t affect us here but he’s worried. So is Sarah. You might have noticed she’s not her usual self. And the men being absent? Harvesting? In late October? That’s unlikely. Something is going on and I don’t know what. We should be safe. We’re in a castle but I would be happier if the men were here too. Apart from me and the women, none of us know how to use a gun.”

“Gun? Is it that bad, Stephen?”

“It could be. I just don’t know. I’ll try to find out if I can but the castle gates are shut. Getting in would be difficult if any group wanted to attack us. I’d be less worried if we had at least some guards on the walls. There’s no one outside the main keep. The rest of the castle seems deserted. That’s very unusual. Normally the buildings in the outer bailey would be full of local craftsmen such as the blacksmith and farrier.”

As I led my friends on a tour of the castle I became even more concerned. I couldn’t see any activity in or around the castle. The village is over a mile away but clearly visible. I saw no people, no a****ls and no smoke from the chimneys. It seemed deserted too.

When we returned to the Great Hall the maids were setting up for the evening dinner. Sarah suggested that we might want to dress for the first night dinner. It would have a medieval theme so we should be Lords and Ladies. Suitable clothing was laid out in our rooms and maids were available to help the women dress. The men could ask for help if they needed it. Gary and James did need help. I heard laughter and female giggling from their rooms.

When the three women emerged they were wearing flowing gowns with a long belt slung around their hips. The belts hung almost to the floor down the front of the gowns. But that’s not what we looked at first. Their breasts were straining the bodices and in danger of spilling out. How the effect had been achieved I didn’t know but all three seemed much more endowed up top than we had ever seen.

We men were wearing opaque hose with tunics falling to about six inches above our knees. We too had belts wound three times around our waists and daggers slung from them. The daggers were ornamental. Each hilt and sheath was in a continuous piece but they looked good.

The maids were dressed as serving wenches. They too were showing more breast than I had ever seen them display before. They were wearing red headscarves almost as caps and had more scarves tucked into their belts. Sarah and Petra were standing by the door from the kitchen directing the other maids. I thought there were too many maids to serve six of us. There were two or more maids for each visitor.

The meal was as great as previous meals I had remembered at the castle. Our wine glasses were topped up throughout the meal. By the end all six of us were bloated with good food and slightly drunk. Petra suggested we might need to freshen up before the demonstration. We did. I splashed some cold water on my face afterwards before drying myself. As I returned to the Great Hall I saw Sarah leaving through the kitchen door with two of the maids. Was it my imagination or were they pulling her through?

Matryoshka

There was an unusual addition to the Great Hall since my last visit. Standing to one side of the main fireplace was a tall figure like a massive Russian doll of a peasant woman. I walked up to it. Like the nesting dolls it seemed to part in the middle. Petra saw me looking at it.

“Stephen,” she said, “that’s a new toy. We received it a week ago but haven’t tried it yet. Would you like to be the first user?”

I knew this was a set-up for the demonstration. It is probably a bondage device and Petra would prefer me to be the subject. I speak the local language and can object if things go too far. Madeleine has helped me with this account of my experience because she could see things I couldn’t.

“Yes, Petra. I’ll have a go. What do I have to do?”

“I’ll need Madeleine’s help.”

I looked at Madeleine. She nodded.

“Please stand where those feet are painted on the floor,” Petra said.

The outlines of two feet were painted inside some concentric wooden hoops fixed to the floor. I stood with my feet on the marks.

“This is the traditional five stage Matryoshka,” Petra said. “The inside part is in one piece. Madeleine?”

Madeleine came forward. Petra opened a chest standing beside the doll. She pulled out a mass of material and put a couple of pieces on a chair.

“This goes over your head, Stephen.”

She and Madeleine lifted the material. It was a massive dress that they pulled over me and downwards. My head entered a hood. I had seen that the front was painted like the simpering smile of a Russian doll. To my surprise I could see through it clearly although the painting appeared opaque from outside. The inner lining of the dress stretched over me, lightly constricting my arms at my sides. The outside was much wider. It seemed to be held out with something like bubble wrap.

“You need the traditional accessories,” Petra said. “the apron...”

She tied a flowery apron around the middle of the dress. It barely dented the padding.

“And the head scarf.”

The head scarf was large. She and Madeleine folded it into a triangle, placed it on my head and crossed the ends under my chin before tying it at the back of my head. The back of the triangle covered the knot. The scarf had pulled the hood into a head shape. My vision was slightly restricted to the sides by the edges of the scarf and the hood was tighter across my face. Even so I could see and breathe.

“These dolls taper at the bottom.”

Petra knelt down to pull on a draw cord that restricted the bottom hem of the dress. If I had wanted to I could now barely move my feet. The padding inside the dress was pressed against my legs from ankles upwards. Maureen told me that I was the traditional Matryoshka doll shape, wide around the waist and curving inwards to the base. It could have been anyone inside, male or female. I was an anonymous doll.

“Stephen is now the first and inner doll,” Petra announced. “Madeleine? Can you help me with the rest, please?”

I could see them lift off the rigid top of the large doll. They put it down before lifting the lower section. They had to repeat that three more times until they had a row of four top halves and four lower halves all brightly decorated as Russian peasant women. Petra and Madeleine lifted the smallest lower section, tilted it, and gently slid it down over me to the floor. It clicked into place on the inner wooden hoop. It had slightly dented the dress and restricted my legs and my lower arms.

Two of the other local women brought a couple of step stools for Petra and Madeleine to use as they lowered the upper section. It fitted to the lower section perfectly. My vision was slightly blurred by two layers of paint but my arms were now squashed against my sides.

The two of them repeated the process for the next layer of doll which was slightly larger. The lower section clamped to the hoop. The upper section was a push fit onto the lower.

By the time the lower part of fifth and last layer of doll was secured to the floor all I could see were the shapes of Petra and Madeleine moving around. As they lowered the top section over me it was obvious that it was totally opaque. I was plunged into complete darkness. All I heard was the sound of the two sections nesting together followed by four loud clicks. Maureen later told me that they were metal clamps that held the upper body of the doll to the lower body.

“Now Stephen is a Matryoshka,” Petra announced, “If he wants to stop being a Matryoshka? He can’t. He is imprisoned inside five layers of peasant doll. He can hear us. He can speak. He can’t see and he can barely move. He can’t move the dolls. They are clamped to the floor. He can’t lift the upper sections off. The inner ones are just pushed together but the friction of three layers would be too much even if the innermost dress gave him enough freedom. It doesn’t. Even if it did? The outer sections are clamped together. Stephen is stuck inside until we release him.”

“Stephen, can you hear me?” Madeleine asked.

“Yes, Madeleine, I can. Can you hear me?” I replied.

“You’re fairly faint, Stephen, but I heard that. Is Petra right? Can you move?”

“No Madeleine. I can’t. I can wiggle my fingers and toes. That’s about it. I can turn my head...”

I tried.

“An inch or two. That’s all I can do.”

“Do you want to come out?”

“Yes, please.”

It took Petra and Madeleine a quarter of an hour to get me out of the nesting Matryoshka dolls. I sat down on one of the step stools.

“That’s evil, Petra,” I said. “and could be boring if anyone is left inside too long.”

“That was just the experimental version,” Petra replied. “Now we know it works the next one will be for a couple, preferably naked and facing each other. They’ll have a bit more room to move, not much, but enough for them to play with each other until they are let out. But the idea needs work. A larger one would have to be lighter or else too many people would be needed to put it together.”

“It was reasonable with two of us,” Madeleine said, “but if the sections had been larger we would have needed four. It’s not just the weight, it’s the bulk of the outer sections.”

“The Matryoshka was made to illustrate one of the ghost stories about this castle,” Petra said. “If you will sit facing the fire, we’ll turn the lights down and Katya will tell the story. Anyone want drinks first?”

Some of us did. We pulled some settees into a semicircle facing the fire. Katya stood to one side of the fire beside the reassembled Matryoshka.

“A long time ago,” Katya started, “a Count Edwin owned this castle. He was married to Maria, a rather foolish woman. Maria didn’t act as the Count expected her to do. She had been spoilt as a c***d, and although of a noble family, she hadn’t been taught how to run a household and certainly not a castle. She loved new clothes and spent too much money on them employing three seamstresses and two ladies’ maids to dress her and keep her supplied with gowns. Edwin loved her. She was very beautiful and delightful company. She was a large and well developed lady. At the time larger women were considered very attractive but that meant each of her gowns took a lot of expensive materials to make. Perhaps he shouldn’t have married Maria just because he loved her but she was noble as well as beautiful.

Maria didn’t supervise the servants properly. She didn’t discuss meals with the cook. The housekeeper was old and should have been retired but Maria didn’t care. Maria’s personal servants gave themselves airs above their station and could be rude to everyone else, servants or not. When Maria became bored with a gown she would pass it on to her seamstresses or maids, not to be reused or remade but for the servants to wear. Visitors couldn’t tell Maria’s servants from members of the nobility because they were so well dressed.

Edwin became very annoyed with his wife Maria. Her worst offence happened when the Count’s overlord came to stay. The food was awful. The castle wasn’t kept clean. Those should have been Maria’s responsibilities. But the Count should have managed the soldiers as well. After all a castle is a military base. Some of the Count’s soldiers were unkempt and sloppy in their duties. The overlord wasn’t impressed. He told the Count that if he couldn’t entertain visitors better - his castle and lands would be passed to someone who could. The overlord gave the Count three months. If when he returned he wasn’t entertained as he should be? Edwin would be landless and homeless.

Of course the Count wasn’t wholly blameless. If Maria couldn’t or wouldn’t run the castle properly the count should have employed an efficient housekeeper and butler who could. Maria really didn’t know what she should do. Her family had very good servants who did their tasks unobtrusively and efficiently. Maria had never known what hard work and organisation had gone into making her life easy.

Edwin shouted at his wife, reducing her to tears. She promised to do better but she had no idea how to. In desperation she visited her sister in law, the Count’s elder sister, who lived in another castle several leagues away. Maria wept all over his sister-in-law Susannah who wasn’t impressed. Susannah had tried to suggest to her brother that if he were to marry Maria he needed a castle manageress as well, but Edwin had been besotted with Maria. Susannah agreed to come to visit the castle and she what she could do. She would travel with a small escort of soldiers led by an efficient sergeant and would bring her assistant housekeeper and assistant cook. They could find out what was really happening with the servants. Of course Maria was grateful but didn’t know what Susannah was really like. Susannah could be a bitch.

When she arrived Susannah insisted that if she was to help Maria and Count Edwin they had to obey her orders, whatever they were. They agreed without reservation.

Susannah had no illusions about her younger brother, Count Edwin. He had been the dim one of the family. He thought he had been given the castle to defend because it was important. Susannah knew he had been given the castle because it was pointless as a military installation. The pass it was supposed to protect was no longer a pass. The castle was the place to send retired and useless soldiers and an incompetent commander. All it was fit for was to entertain hunting parties and Maria and the Count had failed at that. The overlord would actually be unlikely to evict Susannah’s brother because the rest of his family were too important in Ruritania, but he had really been angry. He had visited Susannah on his way back to the capital and had been lavishly entertained, and yes, calmed down. But the castle had to be made suitable for its sole purpose as a place for Ruritanian nobility to enjoy some hunting in comfort.

Within hours of Susannah’s arrival the castle’s cook had been dismissed. The kitchens were a filthy disgrace. Susannah’s assistant cook had all the kitchen staff scrubbing and cleaning everywhere. Susannah was sent a message that the evening meal would be a cold buffet because the kitchen was unsafe to cook in.

Susannah spoke gently to the elderly housekeeper. It was obvious that the old lady was barely able to look after herself and couldn’t run the household. Susannah had the housekeeper moved to a set of rooms in the inner bailey. The old lady could entertain her friends and sit outside in good weather just to watch the activity. She would be retired but would be treated as a valued friend. The old housekeeper was delighted. She knew things were going wrong but had been unable to do anything about them without Maria’s backing. Susannah’s assistant housekeeper moved into the housekeeper’s office and started causing chaos among the servants.

Susannah’s sergeant started on the castle’s defenders. He paraded them, inspected them, and more than half were on a charge for uniform and weapon offences before the parade had ended. Count Edwin was nominally the castle’s commander but had never reviewed his troops. Although there were two sergeants, lacking the Count’s authority to discipline the troops, they had been unable to enforce their orders. They offered to work with Susannah’s sergeant, accepting him as their temporary commander.

By the end of a long day Susannah had found the root causes of all the castle’s problems beyond Edwin and Maria’s incompetence. The major one was the vast sums of money spent on Maria’s gowns. They were spending more than their income. A minor but important one was the status and pride of Maria’s personal seamstresses and maids. They were resented by everyone else. Susannah went to see Maria and asked to look at her wardrobe of gowns. There were dozens and dozens of expensive dresses. Susannah also looked at the wardrobes of the three seamstresses and the two ladies maids. They too had dozens of gowns each.

Susannah wanted to show how stupid this emphasis on clothing was. She started with Maria. She ordered Maria’s maids to dress her in five gowns one on top of another. Maria started to object but Susannah retorted that Maria had agreed to obey Susannah in everything so shut up. Maria continued to object. Susannah grabbed some scarves and gagged Maria into silence. The maids couldn’t put Maria’s bulky sleeves into the sleeves of the last dress. Susannah ordered them to put the gown over Maria and lace it tight with Maria’s arms inside the bodice.

Maria was a large bundle of clothes, unable to speak with her arms bound inside the outer dress. She could barely walk because of the layers of massive skirts around her legs. She stood in the middle of her dressing room like a stuffed doll.

Susannah summoned the seamstresses. She ordered them to dress the two maids like Maria in five of the gowns Maria had given them. The maids didn’t protest as Maria had done. They didn’t dare oppose Susannah. Soon two more stuffed dolls were standing beside Maria.

Of course you know what’s coming next. The seamstresses were treated like the ladies’ maids. Susannah had five women standing stiffly around Maria. She ordered that all six of them should be brought to the great hall, here, carried if necessary. They were lined up along the main table.”

Katya stopped talking. She grinned at us.

“That was the beginning of the ghost story. Now it is your turn to participate in the story. Will you please stand up, take off the belts around you, and hand them to the women behind you.”

I stood up. The other five followed. I took off my belt with its attached dagger and handed it to one of the two women standing beside me.

“Stephen will be playing the part of Maria,” Katya announced. “Please stand still, Stephen.”

The two women pulled a long dress down over my head. It was a soft silver colour fabric reinforced with Lycra. It clung to me like a second skin and had no armholes. My head emerged before the hood was fitted closely around my head. My belt, without its dagger, was wrapped three times around me from torso to hips and buckled.

“As you can see, Stephen as Maria is helpless. Anyone can do anything to him. Madeleine? I think he’d like a kiss.”

Madeleine took the hint. She kissed me, hugged me and kissed me again.

“Now the other two men can pretend to be the ladies’ maids.”

Gary and James were enveloped in silver dresses and belted into helplessness. Angela and Helen didn’t need an invitation to start kissing. I was surprised when the two women who had dressed me also kissed me. In between their kisses and Madeleine’s I could see that Gary and James were being ruthlessly kissed and caressed by three women each.

“But we haven’t got the three seamstresses yet...” Katya continued.

The three women were imprisoned in golden dresses and belted tight. They too were kissed by their jailers. All six of us were gently lowered to sit back on the settees.

“Susannah sent her housekeeper to summon all the indoor servants to see their mistress and her five favourites helplessly trussed up in multiple layers of clothing. Oops! I forgot. Maria had been gagged.”

Katya waved at one of the women standing behind me. That woman took a scarf from her belt, rolled it, knotted it in the middle and gagged me. It was more of a symbolic gag than a real silencing. Madeleine started to object. Katya wagged a finger at her.

“Any objections and the objector will be gagged properly.”

Madeleine shut up.

“When the servants had been assembled Susannah told them that Maria and the five were being punished for their extravagance. Every day they were to be dressed as they were now. They would need help to eat, to drink and to go to the toilet. Apart from Maria who was gagged into silence each one of the five would have to ask a fellow servant to help. If no one would help them then they could ask Susannah’s housekeeper. If they had to, each time the housekeeper was asked for help would mean another day added to the punishment. They would start with five days. If after five days their fellow servants had helped them, the punishment would end. If not...

But these six were not the only ones who had failed the Count’s overlord. Susannah told the servants that everyone in the castle was on trial. If things hadn’t improved by the time the overlord returned every servant and soldier would be dismissed and homeless. It was up to them to show that the castle could be well defended and a pleasant and welcoming place for noble visitors. Susannah said that she was in complete charge of the castle at present. She would punish anyone who failed in their duties. She turned to her housekeeper and spoke quietly in her ear. The housekeeper took two maids and headed for Maria’s room.

They returned with yet another heap of Maria’s gowns before the three of them left again. They came back with Count Edwin. He was shocked to see his wife and maids bundled up like dolls. Her sister Susannah whispered in his ear. He shook his head violently. Susannah reminded him, aloud this time, that he had promised to obey her. Edwin shook his head again.

Susannah, the housekeeper and the two maids jumped on Edwin. Despite his struggles he was soon helplessly tied up with scarves around his arms and legs and was firmly gagged. He was dressed inside five of Maria’s dresses before being dragged to stand beside her.

Susannah told everyone that we now had seven Russian dolls that needed looking after. If anyone else failed in their work we could have more Russian dolls. The Count and Countess were sat at either end of the long table and tied to their chairs. The other five women were tied to chairs alongside the table. Susannah ordered the buffet to be brought in and laid on the table. She then invited the unencumbered servants to help themselves, and if they wanted to, to feed the five ungagged women. The Count and Countess would be fed on what scraps were left at the end.

The servants humiliated the bound women. If they asked for chicken they were fed vegetables; for wine they were given water. At the end when everyone else was full, the Count and Countess were briefly ungagged and fed.

Susannah told the servants that they could do whatever they liked to the five bound women. One of the maids took a scarf and gagged a lady’s maid. Within seconds all five were gagged.”

Katya made a signal. The women standing behind us gagged all five of us and my gag was covered with another scarf tied more tightly so I was really gagged instead of the loose mouth covering I had before.

James and Angela tried to speak through their gags. Another layer of scarf was wound over their mouths.

“Another maid suggested something else.” Katya continued.

All six of us were quickly blindfolded into complete darkness with more heavyweight scarves.

“The gagging and blindfolding meant that the five women couldn’t ask for help from their fellow servants. They had to seek help from the housekeeper and each silent request for help meant another day’s bondage for them. The housekeeper sent them away each time without their blindfolds or gags. However the first servant to encounter a bundled doll without the gag and blindfold soon rectified the omissions. Susannah had ordered that the Count and Countess should be bundled up every day until all the five servant women had ended their punishment. Except for the beginning of the evening meal the Count and Countess wouldn’t be gagged and would be attended by two servant women who would do whatever they were asked to do – eventually. Of course the servants treated the Count and Countess better than the bound servants.

The gagging and blindfolding of the unfortunate five ended as more and more servants were made into helpless dolls for incompetence or lack of diligence in following the housekeeper’s orders. It wasn’t so funny to gag the five women if you could be made as helpless as they were.

Some of the soldiers met the same fate as the servants for indiscipline. They were treated badly by their fellow soldiers but worse by any women they encountered.

Even now the castle is haunted by ghosts of people wandering very slowly around impeded by being inside layers of dresses and gagged. You might see some tonight. They will try to appeal to you for help. That’s pointless. You can’t help a ghost. You can’t release a ghost from bondage. Don’t be worried if you see them. Sorry! You can’t, can you? You’re blindfolded too. We’ll leave you to contemplate the consequences of disobeying our housekeeper’s orders.”

Katya stopped talking. We heard her and the other women walk away leaving the six of us as helpless blindfolded, gagged and bound captives sitting on the settees. We struggled to free ourselves but we too efficiently restrained.

+++

A quarter of an hour later we heard footsteps again.

“I didn’t finish the story,” Katya said. “Susannah and her assistants transformed the work of the castle. The soldiers were almost efficient, or as competent as they could be. When the overlord came back his escort was challenged at the gate and when he entered the troops were already paraded for his inspection. He was delighted with the transformation.

Susannah, after eventually releasing the Count and Countess from their bondage gave them lessons on what their duties were as commander and mistress of a castle. She threatened them with turning them back into dolls if they didn’t learn their tasks. She told Maria to choose a total of twelve dresses from her wardrobe. She was never to have more than twelve at one time. If she wanted a new one and she wasn’t allowed one for three years, an old dress had to be taken to pieces and the materials saved. Any new dress should be made from the materials of the masses of discarded dresses, not from new material.

The two maids and the three seamstresses were allowed to keep two dresses each. Just like their mistress they were only allowed to replace a dress if an old one was dismembered. When on duty all five of them had to wear uniforms like the rest of the servants. All five had to make uniforms for the entire castle’s staff and their duty was to ensure that no servant or soldier had clothing that was damaged or worn no matter the cause.

The seamstresses’ last task was to make bondage costumes like those you are wearing now. Any insolence to the Count or Countess, any failure of duty, and the offender would be helplessly confined in a dress for five days. As you have experienced, a purpose made bondage dress is just as effective as five layers of gowns laced around you. Now we will release the women. It is up to them whether we release the men as well, or whether the men are carried to their bedrooms still bound. I’ll wait until the ladies are free and ask again. Breakfast will be between seven thirty and nine thirty tomorrow morning if you are free to get here. We’ll meet here at ten to start the tour of the basement museum.”

The blindfolds and gags were taken off Madeleine, Angela and Helen. They took off the men’s blindfolds but decided they would prefer their men taken upstairs as helpless bundles, so we were. The women who helped to carry us insisted on removing our gags so they could give us a goodnight kiss. I was left in the middle of the large four poster bed. It was surrounded by heavy curtains. Once they are closed we didn’t need any bedding over us because we were warm and draught-free.

The bed’s curtains were closed around me. I was left at Madeleine’s mercy. She relented and released me after ten minutes of teasing me with her naked breasts. After a shave and shower I joined her inside the curtained bed.

During the night I had two vivid dreams. In the first one I was walking a corridor of the castle at night when my way was blocked by two gagged women bound in layers of dresses. I tried to retreat but was cut off by three similar women. Either they were giantesses or I had shrunk. My head was at the level of their breasts. As they surrounded me my face was pressed hard against a bodice that was smothering me. I tried to reach up to remove a gag but my arms were squashed against me by warm bodies. I stirred in my sleep to find Madeleine’s arm across my face. She moved and the dream ended.

The second dream was that on the night of our wedding we were in the bedroom. Madeleine was still wearing her bridal gown and was laughing at me as she pulled several bridesmaids’ dresses down over my head. My arms and legs were tied with white bridal stockings. My mouth was full of Madeleine’s white satin panties. Her garter was holding them tightly in. After Madeleine pulled the last gown over my body she pushed me onto the bed. She lifted her skirt and petticoats before rubbing her warm wet pussy over my face. I woke up to find I was actually kissing Madeleine’s unimpeded pussy. She almost purred before dragging my head up her body to kiss her breasts. We went back to sleep.

I wondered what would happen tomorrow when we toured the basement museum.

+++

We had a different set of clothes to wear. Both of us had short tunics ending about half way down our thighs. Madeleine had hold up stockings in dark blue. I had below the knee socks.

After breakfast Petra took us down to the basement museum. I knew it had been changed since my last visit but I was surprised that it had been divided up into rooms by heavy red velvet curtains. We couldn’t see any of the exhibits without pulling aside a curtain and entering an enclosed space. Katya followed us with four more women. Petra lifted a curtain and gestured for us to enter. We couldn’t see anything at first until she turned some dim overhead lights on.

The Stocks

In front of us were five sets of wooden stocks. They looked much more complicated than the normal versions. They had seats like the sliding ones for rowing machines.

Petra called me forward.

“Stephen? I’d like you and Madeleine to be the first to show how these stocks work. You first, Stephen. Your head goes here and your hands here.”

I put my head down in the large padded semicircle and my wrists in the two smaller ones. As with normal stocks the upper section came down and locked into place. I was kneeling and facing the sliding seat. Petra asked Madeleine to sit on that seat. A metal device was placed above my body about two feet behind my neck. As Madeleine placed her legs into the semi-circular clamps I could see up under her tunic. She wasn’t wearing panties. I had a clear view of her exposed cleft. Madeleine’s ankles were clamped into position with her knees bent.

The part of the stocks in which Madeleine’s ankles were clamped was on a sliding frame with long screwed bolts running through. Madeleine’s wrists were secured by straps to the side of the sliding seat.

“This is the interesting part of this device,” Petra said.

Behind me, on the ends of the sliding frame, were two wheels connected to the long bolts. Petra and Katya started winding those wheels. Madeleine’s ankles were pulled by the restraints and slowly spread her legs wider. The seat on which she was sitting slid towards me slowly and gradually. The two women stopped turning the wheels as my face met the hem of Madeleine’s tunic. I was looking straight at an exposed cleft six inches away.

Petra spoke to the others.

“You can guess what comes next. We’ll leave them waiting. Gary and James? Will you please get into your stocks?”

They did know what was coming but Angela and Helen urged them forward. I couldn’t see anything except Madeleine’s cleft. My head was inside the skirt of her tunic. Madeleine tried to push herself forward towards me. She couldn’t.

Once the other couples were secured Petra and Katya returned to us leaving two women to operate the screw threads on the other stocks. They turned the wheels slower and slower as my face became very close. It was frustrating to be so near and unable to touch Madeleine even with my extended tongue.

Finally the screws were spun fast. I could lick Madeleine. The screws kept turning until my face was squashed against her.

“We could suffocate Stephen with your body and there’s nothing he or you, Madeleine, could do about it.” Petra said, “but we’ll leave you positioned just right.”

The screws slackened a little. I could nibble, lick and tongue Madeleine. I could hear her squealing above me. She had a tiny amount of movement to wriggle around and push forward or draw back. I was enjoying myself. So was she. The sounds from the other stocks seemed to show that Helen and Angela were pleased with the attention they were getting.

All of us were exhausted by the time we were released from the stocks. I barely heard Petra saying that they could be used the other way around with the women giving the man a blow job. She added that since we had booked for femdom, that wouldn’t happen.

When she suggested a coffee break upstairs before the next part of the basement we were relieved. We relaxed around the fire. I looked at the reassembled Matyroshka doll. I didn’t want to be inside it again. I had been so helpless as its prisoner. Petra and the other women left us for a few minutes so Katya looked after us.

Forty minutes later we were back downstairs with the group of women attendants. We went into another curtained area. There were metal devices hanging on the wall and some shrouded shapes about four feet high on the floor.

The Jailer’s Daughter

“This time,” Petra said, “all six of you will experience the same thing. But because it is supposed to be a surprise, you will be blindfolded first. The device is called The Jailer’s Daughter.”

She signalled to the attendant women. They all pulled scarves from their belts and blindfolded us. I couldn’t see what was happening to the others. I was guided to sit down with my back against a curved padded surface. My outstretched legs were resting on a padded surface about three inches above the floor. My hands were gently pulled out to touch the sides of the curved surface and soft cuffs were fastened on my wrists. My ankles had more cuffs fixing them to the floor. My head was eased backwards into a half circle padded collar before there was another curved padded surface swung into position gently locking my neck in place. The back of my head was resting against more padding that came around to the sides of my face.

“Mouth open, please, Stephen,” a woman whispered in my ear.

A soft gag was pushed in before my blindfold was removed. I had a few seconds to see before a metal clamp swung shut across my mouth holding the gag firmly in place. A padded leather strap was fastened across my forehead. In the dim lighting I could just see three conical shapes with gagged heads protruding. Petra turned the lights up. Madeleine, Angela and Helen’s gagged heads were sticking out above what seemed to be wide hooped skirts. I assumed that Gary and James were beside me, similarly restrained.

“You’ve met the jailer’s daughters,” Petra announced.

Someone behind me pushed me forward. Whatever I was confined inside had wheels. We were arranged facing Petra. Beside her there was a seventh conical shape still shrouded under a blanket. Petra lifted the blanket off to show Sarah, the castle’s housekeeper, restrained just like us.

“The Jailer’s Daughter is incomplete.” Petra said. “Sarah will be used to demonstrate what she should look like.”

An upper portion was lifted over Sarah’s head and locked into position. It showed the dressed torso, arms and head of a young woman. Sarah’s head was now invisible, presumably about the area of the figure’s stomach beneath the prominent breasts.

“Originally The Jailer’s Daughter was a torture device,” Petra said conversationally. “Once the upper part is in place it is water and air tight. The prisoner could be left inside as the air got staler and staler and would eventually suffocate. Or The Jailer’s Daughter could have a drink problem. Her mouth could open...”

There was a click as a woman demonstrated on the figure confining Sarah that the lips could open.

“...and water could be poured inside until the person inside drowned. Once the water had reached the level of the Jailer’s Daughter’s breasts and started to leak through the one way valves on her nipples the victim was dead. The prisoner might want to confess or give the information the torturers wanted. Unfortunately the gags you are wearing are too effective for you to speak so no matter how urgently you wanted to communicate, you can’t. None of you can, can you?”

I tried. All I managed were strangled grunts.

“You might want to ask why? Even though you can’t actually ask the question I’ll answer it. I and the other women are part of the opposition to the government and have been given a small part to play in the revolution. I have received a message telling us to start now. The castle’s men folk are all out in the countryside trying to stop an attack from the revolutionary forces. The other villagers have retreated up to the summer pastures in the mountains. We are single women who volunteered to stay in the castle. The others didn’t know that we are also part of the revolution. But there is no revolutionary force on the way. We women are already here inside the castle and now we have you six foreigners as prisoners and hostages. We didn’t need to lock you into the Jailer’s Daughters but now we have we can wheel you anywhere and only have to deal with one of you at a time. Even sixteen women might find it difficult to tackle and overcome six fit young people if you were loose. But just one of us can look after someone or even all seven of you locked inside Jailer’s Daughters.”

The woman standing beside Sarah closed the lips on the Jailer’s Daughter.

“Stephen, we want you to do something. Unless you agree we will leave Sarah inside the Jailer’s Daughter gradually running out of air. She has about half an hour while the air gradually gets stale. If you haven’t agreed we will enclose one of your friends, and another and another until you do agree. You don’t want Sarah to die horribly, do you?”

Petra unclamped the metal across my mouth and pulled out the soft gag. I worked my lips and swallowed but didn’t say anything. Petra stood in front of me.

“Stephen? We are going to take pictures of you six confined as you are. Your face will be clear. The others will still be gagged. We will send an email to your father. We want him to sign over the castle and his factories to the revolution because they are owned by foreigners. I’ll also record a video of you making a scripted appeal to your father. He’ll know it is scripted but that doesn’t matter.”

“Yes,” I said, “I’ll do it but let Sarah breathe first, please.”

“You’ll do it? I expected some reluctance at least.”

“I’ll do anything to save Sarah. She’s a friend, as I thought you were.”

Petra ordered the top half of the Jailer’s Daughter to be taken off Sarah. Sarah’s face was red but I thought it was anger, not lack of air.

“Why so compliant, Stephen?” Petra asked.

“Because it is pointless, Petra. I can record whatever you want me to say but my father can’t hand over the castle and the factories to the revolution. Why not? He doesn’t own them, and my family haven’t owned them for decades. If you ask Sarah she can confirm what I am saying about the castle. It is owned by the village and the government. We own five per cent which is the maximum foreign ownership allowed by Ruritania’s laws. We own five per cent of the factories. Yes, we are involved in the management but the profits go to the workers and the government.”

“Why should I believe you?” Petra was shocked by what I had said.

“Ask Sarah. She knows the truth about the castle. The leaders of your revolution have been lying to you and the people.”

“Lying?”

“Yes. Lying. If your government allowed free internet access in Ruritania those lies could easily be disproved. Limiting internet access is the stupidest thing your government has done. It allowed your leaders’ lies to go unchallenged. They, and you, aren’t very sophisticated by modern computing standards. You instructed Sarah to tell us that the castle’s Wi-Fi is not working. It is. You just changed the password. But you forgot that every bedroom has an Ethernet connection. I just plugged into that and had fast broadband access. I could even have reset your Wi-Fi password if I had wanted to.”

“So you knew that something was wrong?”

“Yes, Petra. I knew even before we came to the castle. I had thought we would be safe inside the castle which is staffed by the villagers who own it. I knew something was wrong when it was nearly empty and Sarah wasn’t her normal self. On previous visits Sarah greeted me with a fierce hug and a kiss. This time? She was scared and worried.”

“Why did you let us...?”

“You are village women, younger village women. The older villagers like us and know what we have done for them. I didn’t think whatever you did it would be that bad. I’m sure you wouldn’t really have suffocated Sarah.”

“If I admit you are right, what now?”

“You need to know the truth. Ask Sarah to confirm my statement about who owns the castle.”

Petra did. After Sarah’s gag was removed she gave Petra, Katya and the other women a considerable telling off in the local language. I won’t record what she said in detail but ‘stupid bitches’ was the gist. Sarah confirmed that my family didn’t own the castle. We had set up a company with the villagers as ninety per cent owners, five per cent owned by the government, and five per cent owned by the family. The government percentage meant that officials were more likely to agree to any alterations and improvements than if the castle was wholly in private ownership. As for the revolution and its leaders? They were financed by foreigners. THEY were the ones who wanted to sell the country to foreigners. Some of them already had, acquiring assets as Ruritanian nominees to avoid the law about five per cent maximum. Sarah said I could prove her statements about the revolution on line.

Petra asked me. I replied that if we were released I could access the internet, bypassing Ruritania’s firewall, and let her see what the rest of the world knew about her revolutionary leaders.

Petra had to consult all the others. There was some fierce argument in the local language but if Sarah and the others wore soft cuffs and if I was shackled to Petra and Katya then we could be released from the Jailer’s Daughters. Two women went off to get the cuffs from elsewhere in the dungeons and one went to my room to get my laptop.

The others were released. Their hands were cuffed before their ankles were released and they could stand up. I asked Petra whether the Jailer’s Daughter had a femdom element. She answered that if the man inside didn’t have the gag a woman could sit astride and wrap her legs around his head. I looked down at the skirt of the Jailer’s daughter. Without the upper body the skirt was almost flat in front of my head. I could imagine Madeleine sitting there with my face between her legs.

Finally Petra and Katya clamped