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103 gran takes us to visit the duke
Life trotted on as it does for pauper or king, in our case for me it meant, a night of vanilla lust with alternately aunt May, or granny Rose, then perhaps a day or two resting followed by another with one of them. Most youngsters of my age would have given gold to be in my place, but I found it after a while a bit tiring. Don`t get me wrong no way would I have changed it but, like all things regularity breeds tedium.
I need not have worried, my gran bounced into the kitchen one afternoon all excited and announced that she had been contacted by the duke, and had had a chat, so all three of us were going to in her words “to enjoy the visit to the hall,” we would be collected and returned by the driver on Friday next and would be returned the following Friday. She said that she would alert the doctor as she felt she may need him on her return, the duke being particularly randy when she told him of her need for pain being high at the moment.
Aunt May looked a little pale, asking her role in all this? She was told she would be partaking but in a lighter role than gran would herself, be enjoying.
Turning to me Rose explained that I would be doing the duties of Fred, and that included sex on tap with the duchess who loved to come listening to the screams of others.
Naturally we asked what Gran had agreed to with the Duke, and she smiled. Then said for her it was to be a long session of whipping, piercing and sewing, for May a little whipping and a lot of bondage, and for me, Fred`s old job to take the women from their chains, securing them and assisting the duke and duchess, as and when they were in the mood, usually every four hours or so for the whole-time.
She explained that it was to be Sir and her Mistress and us as Rose, May and Peter, the whole time, nothing less would do. So we decided to always do that at home to make things easier. We had four days to wait, and it was to be a sexless four days, luckily made easier by the indoor pool and gym now being available.
The whip marks from the doctors visit had gone by then and the ladies were both in fine fettle, at Roses insistence daily swimming, the use of the home gym and the sun-bed having aided the cause.
We were ready at the appointed time on the Friday and prompt to the second the sleek elderly rolls- Royce appeared at the door. I must say butterflies abounded, in my tummy and they got worse as we swished along the local roads. Rose must have understood because she took my hand and smiled in a most reassuring fashion, saying “just follow my lead Peter, it`s what I want my lad enjoy and you will find it is financially rewarding to boot and you’re both down for sex and not for any pain so relax”
We swept up to the door of a huge mansion, just then and things became a blur of being ushered by the butler into the huge library and given coffee. We were joined by the duke, a thin medium size man probably in his 60`s with piercing grey eyes, and his duchess, a tall willowy lady good looking and I judged about 50 years though well kept and with a happy smile.
After introductions we sat quietly with the duchess passing the time in small talk as the duke and Rose, sitting just out of real ear-shot, at the far end of the vast room began to discuss the pain and piercings he wished to mark her with, and which ones she was to be left with, as jewellery after the week was over. Though we could hardly hear properly we knew they were arranging her abject pain and so on like you or I would arrange an outing to the park. It was surreal!
The duchess explained to May how “Rose so needed the pain, and how they were “doing her this enormous favour” and that “one day they were sure she would ask them to use her finally!” it seemed they were expecting that and were surprised that with Fred`s passing she had not already requested it this last few months when realy depressed. Her ladyship licked her lips as she spoke, then she explained to May that they had decided that as it was her first time here they had been asked to be lenient with her; she was just to be a sexual bonus for both the butler and the driver during the week, as they were good and faithful servants. It was clear by the attitude it was not up for discussion!
Then with a sparkle in her eye she looked me up and down before telling me I was to be her partner each day as old Fred had for all these years. Though she felt she was doing me a favour, being as inexperienced as opposed to Fred, her smile belied that and was that of a very happy lady when I said “I was looking forward to having such a fine lady as a partner and I hoped I could live up to her experience.”
We were soon at table for Dinner, candle light, superb wine and a fantastic meal followed, way out of our normal league. It was explained by his lordship; that this was their way of saying thank you for the week, but as the lovely Rose was usually comatose at the end of the week, (and it was a point of honour to ensure that was the case,) that they could hardly thank us then so they felt honour bound to treat us now! This was greeted by polite if nervous laughter all round!
He followed by making it clear that I personally was to be responsible for the two ladies welfare and for the duchesses to play with as she wished, so I was to be ready at a moment`s notice to do her every whim.
He went on that both the butler and the driver were entitled to use May once a day alternately any afternoon not clashing with the dukes visits. A grovelling “thank you my lord”, from the Butler who was serving wine at the time and an assurance he would “tell Parker who would be most appreciative he was sure.”
It was all very congenial, until the second the clock struck ten. Immediately the mood changed, the Duke stood and gave his hand to Rose; he led her like a prize possession from the table, and then had her strip off all her clothes. He checked both brands then fitted a collar, and cuffs finally attaching a dog leash before handing it to me and commanding she “sit,” which she did
Next he did the same with May, feasting his eyes for the first time on her ample body, as he fitted her collar, clipping on another lead and saying he was looking forward to “using her body, as he was sure she had the same traits as her mother!” Then taking the candelabra from the table, he lead us all by candle light down seemingly endless corridors to a dungeon deep under the house with me carrying the still warm clothes.
Here he secured May by her wrists, standing, naked, nervous and no doubt cool against the wall. Next he did the same on the opposite wall to Rose then pointed me in the direction of a bed in a small tunnel like alcove, before bidding us goodnight leaving with me a single candle to find my own way to my bed.
It was a fitful night, May never having been secured before found it really uncomfortable, unable to sit or lay, her chains clanked against the wall at intervals during the long hours of darkness as she strove to relieve her aching muscles. She spoke at odd times with Rose who on one occasion explained that at no time in the next few days would they feel a bed under them except when being used sexually. I don’t think that was what May wanted to hear.
Unable to relight the candle the velvety darkness kept me from rendering any assistance to the ladies, Rose saying she usually had a seat, but she expected this was to the duke a special punishment. This first night was a very long one for them both.
Sadly I had not used the candle to explore the place before I snuffed it, as if I had I would have found the light switches over my bed head!!!
There was however a clock, some sort of alarm clock and this being luminous did at least give the time some regulation. It showed six when a small buzzer went off!
Rose said that “the Duke was coming,” and sure enough after a minute or two the man appeared dressed in black executioners silk from head to toe.
When he switched on by the entrance, the harsh electric light, which made us all blink, he laughed when I told him we had been in darkness overnight, showing me the bank of switches to individual spotlights and then pointing out chairs that would have alleviated the leg ache for the two ladies. He then explained my duties more fully, apologising for nor making them clearer and saying; I was to let each lady in turn from their chains once every few hours for toileting purposes, pointing out an open toilet in the corner of the dungeon, beside which was a small shower cubicle, they were not to exceed 5 minutes unchained as the escape alarm would sound throughout the house and he added “you would not like the consequences of that!”
He wanted ‘one of the ladies’’, arrayed on the whipping bench very third hour on the hour, from then, (six a.m.) I could decide which, unless he decided on an alternative scenario and he would attend to her in whatever way he felt appropriate before we returned her to their chains.
He would not be attending in the afternoons that would be the servant`s time. Food would be served at ‘normal times’ by the butler and the women would probably not see daylight for the full seven days.
He decided to forgo the first whipping saying “they had both suffered overnight,” and with that he swept out, leaving me to release the desperate ladies for toileting, each in turn then sitting in her chains relieving their leg strain, to await breakfast or his lordship whichever came first.
The butler soon appeared with breakfast, he delivered mine to my alcove, Roses to her seat and then approached May, handing her, her plate and sliding his hand over her body in a most salacious fashion saying he “was looking forward to having her!” Poor May shuddered as he said it, as she realised he was as sadistic a brute as his master.
He left us and we each polished of a fine breakfast, Rose toileted again and she was just back in her chains when the butler reappeared for the plates, he blew May a kiss muttered “till later” and then tray in hand he left.
I had just secured Rose over the whipping bench when the little buzzer announced his lordship for his 9 am visit. Again he was in his black silk, carrying a small whip and he swept in and began lashing at Roses back without a word. Methodically starting at the shoulders he planted row upon row of lashes, each hard, each leaving the skin reddened uniformly the final ones being on the back of the knees. It was a masterly performance of the use of a whip if it had not been so brutal. He turned to me and said in a near take off of ‘al Jolson` “you aint seen nothing yet!’ then as he left he added, “Same subject the other way up next time!” then the door closed
I returned Rose to her chains via the shower which she said took out the sting. May had watched in awe, saying that “she was surprised at the extent of the whipping.” Rose replied. “You heard him; he will make me scream alright next time for not having made a sound during that session though I must say it took all my willpower to keep quiet.” She smiled her widest smile and May and I instantly knew she had kept quiet just to goad him on.
I spent a little time exploring the dungeon, working out which switch did what! The place was a curved roofed cellar perhaps 40 feet or so long. The whole lot was painted a uniform cream gloss rose said to be wipe-able for the blood. At one end the two women were chained facing one another on either side with a large clock on the end wall. Then came; the padded whipping bench, and a lifting tackle with floor rings, facing the entrance door. Next there were two short alcoves, one with my own double bed and the other with a second bed which we nicknamed ‘the working bed’, again a double, complete with a collar and chain attached to the headboard. Finally in the main chamber was the toilet and shower. The two hard chairs and two other identical chair`s but with spiked seats, and a cupboard full of toys being the only furnishings.
The clock had the quarter hours marked clearly and rose called my attention to it; it was a quarter to twelve nearly time for his next visit.
I released her and she almost eagerly laid herself flat on the bench, happily giving me her arms then ankles to secure together and to the bench and relishing the expectation of his whipping.
The buzzer sounded promptly and the master swept in again, whip in hand. He nodded his approval, and then brought the leather down on her knees.
Like this morning the red lines crept higher up her body like a bizarre thermometer, each one bringing forth a groan, it crept up past her thighs, then hips, by now we could see they were enjoying the pain immensely, her writhing with each stroke and he pausing for the sting to take effect and her to still herself his signal for the next one. Mays eyes never left the whip, mine were on Roses face. With each stroke came an involuntary scream, but the look of sublime enjoyment as the pain took hold was something I will long remember, she absorbed pain and enjoyed it like you or I would the sun s rays after a long winter, it was fascinating to watch.
He too was enjoying the administering of her joy, each stroke precise, and another couple of parallel inches up her body.
Her soft belly oh so slowly changed its hew from sunburn brown to a prink-ish red, slowly oh so slowly that line approached her breasts, but just before that awful leather struck her erect nipples as if to delay what we all knew was inevitable, he moved his target . He struck at her breastbone and began moving downwards. It took six more hard and telling strokes before she stilled and telegraphed her readiness for that final shot which slammed triumphantly across her tender nipples as we all knew it would, her body rose to the limits of her bonds till only her shoulders and heels were in contact with the bench, her scream, that long awaited climaxic scream echoed round the cave partly ecstasy, part in triumph, part pain, we had all known it would come as her nipples were struck and we were not disappointed, least of all Rose! May groaned in her own climax, and the master and I both blew our loads at the leather touched nipple and her body rose from that bench no one had touched a genital it was all just instantaneous, involuntarily and it was perfect, just bloody perfect.
The duke scuttled away as if embarrassed to have enjoyed the punishment so much, and the duchess appeared as if by magic, she had been in the corridor listening. She approached Rose still trussed, but trying to come back from her high, kissed her, then nipped both nipples, which caused poor Rose to twitch again, and groan. She then turned to me and ushered me onto my bed tearing my fly as she hauled out my wet dick, then raising her skirt and unceremoniously slamming my member into her warm and naked sex. She took seconds only as she climaxed, her fingers gouging into my upper arms and her lips grinding into mine. After a second or two she rose and scuttled away like her husband before her leaving me to release Rose and clean up.
Life trotted on as it does for pauper or king, in our case for me it meant, a night of vanilla lust with alternately aunt May, or granny Rose, then perhaps a day or two resting followed by another with one of them. Most youngsters of my age would have given gold to be in my place, but I found it after a while a bit tiring. Don`t get me wrong no way would I have changed it but, like all things regularity breeds tedium.
I need not have worried, my gran bounced into the kitchen one afternoon all excited and announced that she had been contacted by the duke, and had had a chat, so all three of us were going to in her words “to enjoy the visit to the hall,” we would be collected and returned by the driver on Friday next and would be returned the following Friday. She said that she would alert the doctor as she felt she may need him on her return, the duke being particularly randy when she told him of her need for pain being high at the moment.
Aunt May looked a little pale, asking her role in all this? She was told she would be partaking but in a lighter role than gran would herself, be enjoying.
Turning to me Rose explained that I would be doing the duties of Fred, and that included sex on tap with the duchess who loved to come listening to the screams of others.
Naturally we asked what Gran had agreed to with the Duke, and she smiled. Then said for her it was to be a long session of whipping, piercing and sewing, for May a little whipping and a lot of bondage, and for me, Fred`s old job to take the women from their chains, securing them and assisting the duke and duchess, as and when they were in the mood, usually every four hours or so for the whole-time.
She explained that it was to be Sir and her Mistress and us as Rose, May and Peter, the whole time, nothing less would do. So we decided to always do that at home to make things easier. We had four days to wait, and it was to be a sexless four days, luckily made easier by the indoor pool and gym now being available.
The whip marks from the doctors visit had gone by then and the ladies were both in fine fettle, at Roses insistence daily swimming, the use of the home gym and the sun-bed having aided the cause.
We were ready at the appointed time on the Friday and prompt to the second the sleek elderly rolls- Royce appeared at the door. I must say butterflies abounded, in my tummy and they got worse as we swished along the local roads. Rose must have understood because she took my hand and smiled in a most reassuring fashion, saying “just follow my lead Peter, it`s what I want my lad enjoy and you will find it is financially rewarding to boot and you’re both down for sex and not for any pain so relax”
We swept up to the door of a huge mansion, just then and things became a blur of being ushered by the butler into the huge library and given coffee. We were joined by the duke, a thin medium size man probably in his 60`s with piercing grey eyes, and his duchess, a tall willowy lady good looking and I judged about 50 years though well kept and with a happy smile.
After introductions we sat quietly with the duchess passing the time in small talk as the duke and Rose, sitting just out of real ear-shot, at the far end of the vast room began to discuss the pain and piercings he wished to mark her with, and which ones she was to be left with, as jewellery after the week was over. Though we could hardly hear properly we knew they were arranging her abject pain and so on like you or I would arrange an outing to the park. It was surreal!
The duchess explained to May how “Rose so needed the pain, and how they were “doing her this enormous favour” and that “one day they were sure she would ask them to use her finally!” it seemed they were expecting that and were surprised that with Fred`s passing she had not already requested it this last few months when realy depressed. Her ladyship licked her lips as she spoke, then she explained to May that they had decided that as it was her first time here they had been asked to be lenient with her; she was just to be a sexual bonus for both the butler and the driver during the week, as they were good and faithful servants. It was clear by the attitude it was not up for discussion!
Then with a sparkle in her eye she looked me up and down before telling me I was to be her partner each day as old Fred had for all these years. Though she felt she was doing me a favour, being as inexperienced as opposed to Fred, her smile belied that and was that of a very happy lady when I said “I was looking forward to having such a fine lady as a partner and I hoped I could live up to her experience.”
We were soon at table for Dinner, candle light, superb wine and a fantastic meal followed, way out of our normal league. It was explained by his lordship; that this was their way of saying thank you for the week, but as the lovely Rose was usually comatose at the end of the week, (and it was a point of honour to ensure that was the case,) that they could hardly thank us then so they felt honour bound to treat us now! This was greeted by polite if nervous laughter all round!
He followed by making it clear that I personally was to be responsible for the two ladies welfare and for the duchesses to play with as she wished, so I was to be ready at a moment`s notice to do her every whim.
He went on that both the butler and the driver were entitled to use May once a day alternately any afternoon not clashing with the dukes visits. A grovelling “thank you my lord”, from the Butler who was serving wine at the time and an assurance he would “tell Parker who would be most appreciative he was sure.”
It was all very congenial, until the second the clock struck ten. Immediately the mood changed, the Duke stood and gave his hand to Rose; he led her like a prize possession from the table, and then had her strip off all her clothes. He checked both brands then fitted a collar, and cuffs finally attaching a dog leash before handing it to me and commanding she “sit,” which she did
Next he did the same with May, feasting his eyes for the first time on her ample body, as he fitted her collar, clipping on another lead and saying he was looking forward to “using her body, as he was sure she had the same traits as her mother!” Then taking the candelabra from the table, he lead us all by candle light down seemingly endless corridors to a dungeon deep under the house with me carrying the still warm clothes.
Here he secured May by her wrists, standing, naked, nervous and no doubt cool against the wall. Next he did the same on the opposite wall to Rose then pointed me in the direction of a bed in a small tunnel like alcove, before bidding us goodnight leaving with me a single candle to find my own way to my bed.
It was a fitful night, May never having been secured before found it really uncomfortable, unable to sit or lay, her chains clanked against the wall at intervals during the long hours of darkness as she strove to relieve her aching muscles. She spoke at odd times with Rose who on one occasion explained that at no time in the next few days would they feel a bed under them except when being used sexually. I don’t think that was what May wanted to hear.
Unable to relight the candle the velvety darkness kept me from rendering any assistance to the ladies, Rose saying she usually had a seat, but she expected this was to the duke a special punishment. This first night was a very long one for them both.
Sadly I had not used the candle to explore the place before I snuffed it, as if I had I would have found the light switches over my bed head!!!
There was however a clock, some sort of alarm clock and this being luminous did at least give the time some regulation. It showed six when a small buzzer went off!
Rose said that “the Duke was coming,” and sure enough after a minute or two the man appeared dressed in black executioners silk from head to toe.
When he switched on by the entrance, the harsh electric light, which made us all blink, he laughed when I told him we had been in darkness overnight, showing me the bank of switches to individual spotlights and then pointing out chairs that would have alleviated the leg ache for the two ladies. He then explained my duties more fully, apologising for nor making them clearer and saying; I was to let each lady in turn from their chains once every few hours for toileting purposes, pointing out an open toilet in the corner of the dungeon, beside which was a small shower cubicle, they were not to exceed 5 minutes unchained as the escape alarm would sound throughout the house and he added “you would not like the consequences of that!”
He wanted ‘one of the ladies’’, arrayed on the whipping bench very third hour on the hour, from then, (six a.m.) I could decide which, unless he decided on an alternative scenario and he would attend to her in whatever way he felt appropriate before we returned her to their chains.
He would not be attending in the afternoons that would be the servant`s time. Food would be served at ‘normal times’ by the butler and the women would probably not see daylight for the full seven days.
He decided to forgo the first whipping saying “they had both suffered overnight,” and with that he swept out, leaving me to release the desperate ladies for toileting, each in turn then sitting in her chains relieving their leg strain, to await breakfast or his lordship whichever came first.
The butler soon appeared with breakfast, he delivered mine to my alcove, Roses to her seat and then approached May, handing her, her plate and sliding his hand over her body in a most salacious fashion saying he “was looking forward to having her!” Poor May shuddered as he said it, as she realised he was as sadistic a brute as his master.
He left us and we each polished of a fine breakfast, Rose toileted again and she was just back in her chains when the butler reappeared for the plates, he blew May a kiss muttered “till later” and then tray in hand he left.
I had just secured Rose over the whipping bench when the little buzzer announced his lordship for his 9 am visit. Again he was in his black silk, carrying a small whip and he swept in and began lashing at Roses back without a word. Methodically starting at the shoulders he planted row upon row of lashes, each hard, each leaving the skin reddened uniformly the final ones being on the back of the knees. It was a masterly performance of the use of a whip if it had not been so brutal. He turned to me and said in a near take off of ‘al Jolson` “you aint seen nothing yet!’ then as he left he added, “Same subject the other way up next time!” then the door closed
I returned Rose to her chains via the shower which she said took out the sting. May had watched in awe, saying that “she was surprised at the extent of the whipping.” Rose replied. “You heard him; he will make me scream alright next time for not having made a sound during that session though I must say it took all my willpower to keep quiet.” She smiled her widest smile and May and I instantly knew she had kept quiet just to goad him on.
I spent a little time exploring the dungeon, working out which switch did what! The place was a curved roofed cellar perhaps 40 feet or so long. The whole lot was painted a uniform cream gloss rose said to be wipe-able for the blood. At one end the two women were chained facing one another on either side with a large clock on the end wall. Then came; the padded whipping bench, and a lifting tackle with floor rings, facing the entrance door. Next there were two short alcoves, one with my own double bed and the other with a second bed which we nicknamed ‘the working bed’, again a double, complete with a collar and chain attached to the headboard. Finally in the main chamber was the toilet and shower. The two hard chairs and two other identical chair`s but with spiked seats, and a cupboard full of toys being the only furnishings.
The clock had the quarter hours marked clearly and rose called my attention to it; it was a quarter to twelve nearly time for his next visit.
I released her and she almost eagerly laid herself flat on the bench, happily giving me her arms then ankles to secure together and to the bench and relishing the expectation of his whipping.
The buzzer sounded promptly and the master swept in again, whip in hand. He nodded his approval, and then brought the leather down on her knees.
Like this morning the red lines crept higher up her body like a bizarre thermometer, each one bringing forth a groan, it crept up past her thighs, then hips, by now we could see they were enjoying the pain immensely, her writhing with each stroke and he pausing for the sting to take effect and her to still herself his signal for the next one. Mays eyes never left the whip, mine were on Roses face. With each stroke came an involuntary scream, but the look of sublime enjoyment as the pain took hold was something I will long remember, she absorbed pain and enjoyed it like you or I would the sun s rays after a long winter, it was fascinating to watch.
He too was enjoying the administering of her joy, each stroke precise, and another couple of parallel inches up her body.
Her soft belly oh so slowly changed its hew from sunburn brown to a prink-ish red, slowly oh so slowly that line approached her breasts, but just before that awful leather struck her erect nipples as if to delay what we all knew was inevitable, he moved his target . He struck at her breastbone and began moving downwards. It took six more hard and telling strokes before she stilled and telegraphed her readiness for that final shot which slammed triumphantly across her tender nipples as we all knew it would, her body rose to the limits of her bonds till only her shoulders and heels were in contact with the bench, her scream, that long awaited climaxic scream echoed round the cave partly ecstasy, part in triumph, part pain, we had all known it would come as her nipples were struck and we were not disappointed, least of all Rose! May groaned in her own climax, and the master and I both blew our loads at the leather touched nipple and her body rose from that bench no one had touched a genital it was all just instantaneous, involuntarily and it was perfect, just bloody perfect.
The duke scuttled away as if embarrassed to have enjoyed the punishment so much, and the duchess appeared as if by magic, she had been in the corridor listening. She approached Rose still trussed, but trying to come back from her high, kissed her, then nipped both nipples, which caused poor Rose to twitch again, and groan. She then turned to me and ushered me onto my bed tearing my fly as she hauled out my wet dick, then raising her skirt and unceremoniously slamming my member into her warm and naked sex. She took seconds only as she climaxed, her fingers gouging into my upper arms and her lips grinding into mine. After a second or two she rose and scuttled away like her husband before her leaving me to release Rose and clean up.
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