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40 Dawns Sale to a tempory master
Dawn had been sub to Ray now for a couple of years; her husband was still happy with the situation and had been wearing her chastity device for some time as well.
One afternoon Dawn received a call from Ray saying he was coming round at 7 that evening. Duly they readied them-selves for his arrival expecting some form of sexual evening, Andy by removing all her clothing and placing her cuffs round her wrists and ankles, She, by settling herself mentally, to being used in any way her master required.
Thus it was a much excited Dawn who was knelt in the hallway naked and with her wrists secured behind her, her collar tightly secured round her neck and Andy holding her lead waiting for the arrival of the master.
The key turned in the lock the door swung open and there he stood, momentarily exposing her to the view of any passing neighbour as he stepped inside. Nothing was said but as the door swung closed, Andy silently past the lead to Ray in a gesture of submission.
There was a curt nod and the master continued his way towards the lounge, she scrambling to her feet to save him from having to slow his progress both she and Andy trailing along to their own fireside.
The master took the best armchair, she kneeling beside the chair like some faithful hound. Ray clicked his fingers and pointed Andy to the sofa, where he quickly found a perch. “I am here to tell you I am going away for a six month`s business trip to South America”, her face crumpled, what would she do without his commanding presence, his control, his imaginative fantasies and his stiff penis, six whole months, a lifetime.
Andy`s jaw had dropped a little as well, he was used to his role now as assistant, as the subservient one , he who was turned on by this master taking over his wife, controlling her, and occasionally inflicting punishments on her lovely body.
They had had times when the master had been away before; long weekends that sort of thing, and they had been bad enough, but 6 whole months that was very different. The master realising the situation smiled then said that “he had given the whole thing some thought, and had spoken with the other masters at the centre and he was of the opinion that they needed to be controlled for the coming months.”
He had decided that he would hire her out for the whole six months. There will be an auction, the usual monthly one, she was entered and the highest bidder would be able to keep Dawn for the whole period, doing what they wish to her and using her as and however they wished.
Andy would be responsible for presenting her to whoever has hired her and will be present only at any time the hirer wishes to punish Dawn. Jaws dropped as the pair took in the details of the situation. He continued “You will make all arrangements and warn families’ friends etc that you Dawn will be away with me in South America as my secretary; you may send letters once a week via me in Santiago so the letters are franked correctly. Oh and you may allow him the usual privileges this week as it will be some considerable time till he can do it again.”
Ray stood handed the lead to Andy and said “you will be ready to be collected for the auction on Friday evening at 7pm sharp!”then “You Dawn will wear, heels, full black under-clothes, stockings, and your collar, cuffs and carry a ball gag, You may wear a coat to save blushes till you get to the auction, you Andy will be responsible for her control, presentation, handover and fetching the clothes home as she won`t need them till the period is up.” There would be no discussion they both knew, as with that he swept out and the door shut leaving a somewhat stunned couple.
They did as instructed over the next two days, contacting friends and relatives, she when telling her mother, faking excitement at the supposed job with Ray. Each night, Dawn allowed Andy, the privilege of her body just the once, it normally being his right only once each month.
Come the appointed hour, Andy had her bathed perfumed, dressed, and her coat on ready to leave by five minutes to the hour, her black leather collar locked tight round her lovely neck, affirming her real ownership, the lead snapping on with an air of finality as they went to wait inside the main door. There was a strange air of excited fear in the air. A large dark stretched saloon stopped at the gate, the chauffer opened the rear door and knocked. Andy led his lady from the house, turned and locked the door, then led her to the menacing vehicle. In the long saloon there were already three couples, each lady wearing a collar, the two men holding leads. There was a strange silent nodding of greeting from the men`s heads, the women much too wound up to even acknowledge one another.
The car smoothly set off, the trip took a good half hour and the darkened windows kept the occupants from seeing whither they were bound. Suddenly the drivers intercom crackled, his voice breaking into the silence of the ride causing one of the women to jump with fright. “Gentlemen, we will be at our destination in but a few moments, leave the subjects coats on the car seats you can collect them as you are taken back to your homes.” The voice then changed and was obviously a recording; “On arrival you will be shown to a waiting room,” it boomed “when called to the auction individually you will parade your lot, by number on the catwalk, returning to the wings of the stage and standing the subject beneath the next available single chain in line. You will then remove all the lots clothing and attach her wrists to the chain, fitting the ball gag and collect the clothing before clearing the stage. You will be allowed to witness the sale from the rear of the floor but will then be returned to your homes to await our contact.”
The silence then descended, looks were exchanged, the blond began to remove her coat , revealing her red basque, however tears began to fall from the short dark girl beside the large man at the front of the car, her eyes told of shear naked fear, the man just removed the coat from her busty little frame unspeaking and unmoving. Dawn slowly removed her coat handing it to Andy and without a word they kissed, as the car slid to a halt, they needed to say, not a thing. On wobbly legs when the door opened they removed themselves from the vehicle, Andy and Dawn the first out, being the last in. Standing to one side as the other couples stepped from the doorway into the cool darkness of a January night, goose flesh showed on exposed female flesh, nipples stood to attention, not all the shivers were caused by the cold. A small piggy eyed man appeared, obviously a guide, he leered at each cold woman in turn, then snapped his fingers as a command to follow.
The steps to the old meat factory were steep, the doors massive wooden and already open. Inside the building felt relatively warmer and a relief from the cold outdoors. They were shown into a waiting room a huge room by any standards, bleak and forbidding. They stood silently waiting, it was not a place for chatter and nerves were taking over as the little man reappeared and pointed out the toilet, suggesting each ‘lot’ emptied themselves before they were called. Each in turn took advantage of the suggestion.
They found themselves on return to be required to stand and be marked on the left buttock and on the forehead with felt pen, each with their lot number, Dawns number was 7 the little man enjoying his task immensely telling Andy to hold her hands behind her whilst the task was completed. Butterflies churned in tummies, more lots joined the group led by escorts of one sort and another, two or three had large butch ladies holding their leads only one was an effeminate man led by his male friend by a lead around his tackle. All were toileted, and soon marked. A door opened and a voice shouted “number one” the man with the brassy blond tugged at her lead and she went, her heals tapping the wooden floor, her head high the doors closing ominously with a bang there was a silence a total deep silence. Long moments passed, all eyes on the doors, they opened , a crisp command “Two” each lot led away by the same guide, doors shutting behind each of the candidates with a finality of a skip lid on rubbish.
“Six” Dawn knew it was her turn next, she and Andy exchanged glances, the doors re-opened. She hardly heard the command, she just knew it was her turn, stumbling, nerves jangling; a tall well dressed masked man was the guide. Andy led her through those massive menacing door`s, they slammed behind her, they hurried along a corridor, heels tap tapping as she walked, as if to her doom, led by her beloved Andy and the anonymous silent guide. Abruptly he turned into a side room pointing to the stage entrance, then turned and left.
Taking a breath, Andy led her up the three steps and through the curtain. Before them a catwalk, like no other above the walkway a meat rail such as you would see in a butchery cold-store, to either side shadowy figures sat in the darkened room, together he led her slowly to the end of the cat walk turned and tottered back to the comparative sanctuary of the heavy curtains to a round of applause.
A guide pointed them to the left. Here were lots one to six, each now totally naked, hands above heads coupled to an overhead chain, a ball gag in every mouth, drool dribbling from the first few who had been there longest. Andy removed her bra then the remaining clothing, every piece being eased from her now shaking body with loving care, the next couple were on the catwalk, as he kissed her then slipped the gag between her soft lips, raised her arms and clipped her wrists to the chain. She was naked but for the collar. Her eyes, telling of her fear of the unknown.
Andy collected her clothing, shoes and her lead stuffing them into a plastic bag supplied by another guide, who then led him to a seat at the rear of the crowd. Yet another lot, one of the butch ladies was just walking the walk, hauling her partner along like some sort of a****l awaiting the slaughter man. After a time the final lot the small effeminate man, slipped behind the curtain, Andy`s mind dwelling on his wife, now stood her arms up in a very uncomfortable stance, her mouth full of drool, her mind in turmoil, waiting for the auction and six months of he knew not what.
Coffee was served, the lights raising just enough to prevent spillages. In the gloom he saw Ray sat beside the walk, there were a number of cruel looking men, a few women, some in leather some normally dressed, one or two knelt at the chair-side of their master waiting on a lead. Andy noted the overhead rail after the end of the walkway dipped then passed from site into another room via one of those heavy plastic curtain affairs, the end of the walkway alone being spotlighted. After a seeming an age, the lights went down and a man dressed as an executioner stood in a second spotlight to the right of the stage. He called for order, then announced the auction explained the rules for payment and then asked for lot one.
There was a rumble and the short piggy eyed man pushed the brassy blond, now fully hung from her wrists along the overhead rail.
Her body hung heavily on her arms now and her legs not reaching the ground her whole body-weight causing her untold pain her head held back in defiance, the tip of the walkway was lit well and a little higher than the rest, and the mature blond came to rest in the pool of light, her feet taking the weight of her body from her wrists.
The voice of the auctioneer told that she was there to be “bought for a week”, the sale to include as much severe pain as she could stand and she was put forward by Mr x her master as a punishment for misdemeanour. Bids started at £500 and rose to £2000 before the hammer fell. The small guide pushed her forward and with a ‘woosh’ her body, like a side of meat was propelled on the overhead ride, from the catwalk away through the room door, which slapped opened and then closed behind her like the doors of hell.
The second lot appeared, “an older woman this, she is for disposal by Master Green, having been his slave for a number of years, she has no known relatives and no history to worry anyone, as an anonymous woman she can be disposed of by the buyer in any way they wish” Who will start the bidding at £1000 , the elderly woman knowing her fate now began to weep, tears falling from her eyes as the bidding went up to £3,500 her price having reflection of her lack of traceability. She went to the short hard eyed man at the foot of the stage steps; the doors again opened and then slammed shut ominously. No one expected her to return to a normal existence ever again.
Andy shuddered, as again the rumble of yet another lot, reached his ears, lot 3, then another, lots 4, land 5, in a blur he waited for his own wife to be sold, not for the first time questioning the reasons for his being involved in this bizarre lifestyle. Prices varied on looks or how long they were to be sold for, the use they could or would be put too, even disposability it seemed. “Lot six” the little dark girl that had cried in the car, her short body did not reach the floor on the walkway so there was no relief, she just hung there resigned to her fate exchanging eye contact with her husband the great ape that had shown such indifference ,
The auctioneer`s voice intoned that she was to be sold for just 2 months, she was to be used in any fashion that the buyer wished as long as she was neither disfigured or damaged on her return. She was sold here by her husband to pay his gambling debts.
Such a tidy little soul went for £4800 to a little man with cruel looking eyes, who not knowing who he was sat next to, nudged the husband and said how he was looking forward to removing some skin from that woman, the hulk shrugged his indifference and said “as long as he got her back and his money he was too feel free”
Again the ominous rumble and the plastic door slapped again, as the body passed through and out of sight.
Andy`s focus was now on the arriving body, he knew it would be the woman he had walked to the altar with, his lady, Suddenly Dawn stood before them toes just taking her weight, on the catwalk end allowing her arms to rest, she had now been stood waiting for nearly an hour, her 32b breasts wet with her own drool, shining in the spotlight as she stood before the crowd waiting the auctioneers hammer. Over the tannoy the voice gave her sizes, age, and weight, that she was a sub of four years, that Master Ray was putting her to auction as he was having to go overseas for a six month period on business and she was for tempory sale, the voice said but with the proviso that her cuck husband be present at any punishment to observe not interfere. The voice said she was sterile and she could be used in any way and for any purpose the tempory owner wished but must be returned in good physical condition at the end of the hire.
Bidding started at £2,000, and it must be said slowly rose, to £6000 Just a thousand pounds a month for the use of a good looking woman, scandalous. The hammer dropped, there was a rumble, those doors slapped and it was all over for Andy, and just starting for Dawn. Andy not now interested in the rest of the proceedings now wandered out into the fresh air of the car-park, it would be another two hours before he was dropped off at home clutching her coat, shoes and a plastic bag of her used underclothes.
Dawn, having stood for so long had found the actual auction a blur, her arms muscles screamed with intense pain as she found herself propelled onto the catwalk spotlight helped by the little man who has taken the opportunity to slyly spend the last few minutes fingering her sex, the vibration of the overhead trolley on the rail sending fearful pain through her wrists and arm muscles, Her toes suddenly touched the ground, aching muscles resting just a little, the light intense, she roving eyes raking the dark crowd, she caught sight of Andy and then Ray, the hammer crashed down she had no idea who she had been sold too or how much for and she was propelled towards the door down the sloping ramp, doors snapping open, she passed through the dark entrance, the doors slapping behind her. Eager hands stopping her body by grabbing at her soft body breasts, perhaps the only contact with a woman the guides would have. She was released from the torment of the overhead chain now by standing on a raised platform, her arm muscles screaming and her wrists red and sore, she slumped onto the wooden seat provided still secured to the now slack chain to await her new owner, The pain of the ride such, that she had momentarily had forgotten everything, Andy, Ray, the coming six months or her new owner, as she slumped down trying desperately to get circulation back to her hands.
That auction went on for a long time, the last lot, the little effeminate soul crashing through the doors and being caught by the men as the first collections now began.
The elder woman went first, the cruel eyed man who had bought her, led her away dragging her indifferently like a badly kept pet. Dawn watched sadly, knowing that whatever happened to her, in six months she would be back at her home in the arms of her cuck husband, for this older woman there would be as no such reunion and she could only guess what fate awaited the pathetic creature.
Her mind wandered to her own new owner who was he or she and how sadistic would be her new tormenter? A shiver ran through Dawns naked body, priorities in old meat processing plant not being high on the heating side, and the lots all naked the cold of the old store was beginning to tell now that the excitement of the auction was now over. Buyers kept appearing leads in hand; receipts were exchanged with the men watching the lots, who would quickly hand over each subject glad to be relieved of the burden and the cold duty. The lots would then be taken away, some faces showed apprehension, some tears, and most in silent acceptance following the buyers, glad to be away from this cold fearful place.
They were down to the last two shivering women now, Dawn and lot ten the young blond that had been brought in by the large ugly dyke that Dawn had noticed while waiting the first call. They huddled together for warmth, silently absorbing the heat, comfort and companionship of one another in a common fearful situation. There was a long cold wait; cold feet on a concrete floor began to feel dead, uncontrollable shivering especially the younger woman even the waiting fully dressed men feeling the cold now.
A couple entered, they paid the men, who releasing the two women scuttled away hurriedly as the man, a tall white haired bearded man snapped on new leads and told them to follow him.
The woman taking up a place at the rear they had little time to see her features, cold feet now padded along the cold building floor, feet painful from lack of circulation.
After a moment or two they entered an office, and the women were given tracksuits and told to remove the gags, both were mightily relieved, the big fellow told them that he and the co-owner, who he indicated with a wave at his companion, would be taking them to their new home shortly. There would be no talking and they would be kept overnight secured, tomorrow they would begin.
The lady stood in silence, her back to the women as she told them to begin jogging on the spot. The two dutifully began as told, feet beginning to ache badly as circulation returned to dead feeling feet, the man apologised for the delay saying that “he had not known the conditions they had been kept in and he would never have been so long leaving them in that cold had he known.”
“Transports here,” he snapped follow me, glad now to be relived of jogging and its associated pains they followed him as he led them to a minibus, once inside it the thing took off to their new home driven by a small tidy looking man, who soon had them at an imposing country villa. A bright moon beamed down illuminating broad steps leading to the main door, cold feet on gravel then smooth cold stone steps, and they were inside, feet now sunk into thick carpet, heat, blessed heat surrounded their cold bodies. Another curt order rang out from the master, “take them to the pool Jack, they are to swim until they are warm, then take them to their room I will see them in the morning” The little man led them to the cellar pool, not huge but once the track suits were stripped off and wristlets removed, they found it very warm and not at all unpleasant, as feeling returned to their cold body parts, luckily they could both swim so movement was no problem. Dawn mused that here they were in the small hours of a January morning, two, it must be said good looking women, neither of which had as yet spoken to one another, swimming in a luxury pool, naked, under the piercing gaze of a little man who would soon be leading them away to god alone knew what.
It was a bizarre situation and she had to smile. As she swam, before her the vision of Andy miles away, lying in the double, now solitary, bed, not knowing what was to become of her, imagining all manner of horrors, and here she was, swimming.
“You warmer now?” jack grunted, they affirmed that they were and he told them to get out, reluctantly they did as bid, naked before him they were told to dry themselves, large fluffy towels being offered so they could dry off. While doing so in silence Jack`s eyes roved over their naked charms like a vulture deciding on his next victim. Walking round each in turn with a leer that sent shudders through the younger woman. Dry now they were told to dress again in the track suits, the wristlets joining the gags in the suit pockets, they were then led from the pool up through the house to the old servant’s quarters at the very top under the eaves. Jack showed them into a tiny flat a small kitchen, sitting room, a bathroom and a bedroom with just a double bed. He pointed out the kitchen was well stocked, and they were to help themselves but to be breakfasted and ready by nine sharp the next morning to be interviewed by the master. Abruptly he turned and left the stunned pair, the key turning in the rather solid door as he went.
Dawn realising she was the elder still did not know the other girls name, began making coffee, and gently asking questions of the younger partner. They sat for a while comparing details, they were both here for six months, the younger girl was named Jane, her lesbian partner had sold her, saying she needed the experience and it would do her good, she was just 19 and she was not so sure.
Dawn told her, her own story, Then together they slipped naked into the double bed, Dawns reassurance that the master was not as cruel as all that, had he not ensured they were warmed an had he not apologised for making them wait, somewhat soothing the younger girls fears, Was there not fluffy towels, food drinks and a bed, some of the other lots may have been in chains, pain or their masters beds long before this , they were in a warm soft bed, untouched and they had best make the most of it, tomorrow was another day.
Dawn put her arms round Jane to comfort her and they were both soon asleep. They awoke to the sound of a key in the door, sun, pale wintery sun streamed through the window, and they knew they had overslept. Jack appeared at their bedside roaring “UP, GERRUP your late!” Drowsily they raised themselves, both in need of toileting and food they stood dishevelled, scrambling into those tracksuits again.
Jack pointed out the hither too unseen alarm clock, they would never forget again. “Outside” The command given they scrambled from the flat, noting Jack was no longer just tidy, he was dressed as a butler.
Jacks smartness, not a hair out of place contrasted with the dishevelled women, who would have both benefitted from the use of a comb, they soon stood in the long corridor outside what they later found to be the breakfast room, waiting there new masters pleasure Running fingers through their curls in the vain hope of tidying up.
A small bell tinkled and the butler opened the heavy oak door, ushering the women into a large room with a huge table dominating the whole room, at the head of which sat the master of the house with coffee and toast, a giant great-dane sat at his side it`s Hungry eyes followed the toast twix plate and mouth, as the master surveyed his new purchases. He initially addressed them by their lot numbers, still emblazoned forgotten on their foreheads, asking first Dawn her name and then turning to Jane asking hers. He told them of the poor start they had made, if he said nine he expected that by nine they would be breakfasted, clean, tidy and ready to work, in fact they would be ready at whatever time he told them were they clear on that? They both, nodded, he shouted that they would address him as ‘Sir’ Likewise his wife would be ‘Madam’ and that they would speak out clearly. Was that clear? They loudly chorused “yes Sir”.
He then told them of their domestic duties, Jack at all times being responsible for them, he told them that they were as yet not to speak to the remaining staff, only answering politely if spoken too and that they would be required to service himself, his wife and anyone visiting or nominated by him, from staff to kings, male or female, even his dog. Jane`s mouth fell open at that.
He said they were to keep a diary each it would include every detail of their day`s from dawn to sleeping, every thought, every tiny detail. Each diary would be presented to the master on Fridays.
Jack, the butler would see carried out any punishment given by him and he warned them the punishment would fit the crime being both humiliating and painful, punishment being on alternate months on the first Saturday. Turning first to Dawn he explained that Andy would be present to witness all punishment and that he had also some other instructions left as to what must be done to her before her being returned, he did not enlighten her what. Dawn thought that was typical of Ray her Master, still fully in control of her, though thousands of miles away, but she said nothing.
He turned to Jane, saying she too would be punished if necessary each alternate month, her ‘friend’ had expressed the desire that blood would be spilt each week, but he had refused saying that it was up to him to say what punishment was given, however if blood was spilt so be it. The partner too was to be present at punishments.
Saying they had already earned themselves a whipping by being late this first morning He dismissed them to jacks care.
He showed them the house, both in dire need of toileting by now though he pretended not to notice the signs of their discomfort.
They would take their main meals in the servant`s quarters, he showed them where and then the kitchen, introducing cook, and the two housemaids the house boy and finally the two gardeners. Gerry and Eddy a 6 ft 5 giant, who with a grin said; he would look forward to meeting them both, which seemed an odd thing to say.
After they left, the ever helpful Jack explained that Eddy was the one that carried out punishments, then unlocking a door he led them into a walled courtyard, one side of which was an open fronted shed, and two steel barred empty dog cages, cold cobbles underfoot the place had a terrible sense of foreboding.
Jack took delight in explaining “Here they would be punished on the first respective punishment day of each month if they were sentenced, in front of the whole assembled staff, he pointed out the overhead beam across the yard centre, with chains, pulley and shackles and the wooden horse stood in the open fronted shed, Neither woman having seen its like before he took time to explain that there being no stirrups as such that the whole body weight would be resting on the backbone of the carved a****l.
The saddle, a sharp edged affair would bruise and chafe at their more delicate parts, both for the master`s enjoyment and their chastisement they worked to the clock on the courtyard wall he said in hours not minutes. Both women said not a word, just exchanged looks that said so very much.
“Come” with that curt command the tour continued, the main sitting room, breakfast room, library, gymnasium, the list was long and a whirl. They were shown the masters bedchamber and told their duties where to make the masters bed daily, likewise the mistresses next door. They were also each morning to bathe and assist with toileting as required for both the master and mistress though each would dress them-selves and cleaning was done by the housemaids.
He then took them back to their flat telling them they would swim daily whenever the pool was free and that the meals were at one and five, breakfast they would take in the flat which they would clean themselves, they were only allowed to talk with other servants at mealtimes though they were to freely allow them hand use of their bodies if requested to do so.
Any questions ask now Jack said as he was about to depart.
They asked about shoes and clothes and were told that as the place was warm and carpeted throughout they would neither need clothes or shoes except for going out when shoes and appropriate clothing would be provided. With that he left again locking the door as he went. They both, quickly used the long overdue toilet, then washed and cooked some very late breakfast. After which they explored the flat. In the sitting room there was a television, and an assortment of books, writing kit, two large identical red and a blue, gold edged diaries, two small sofa`s and a table with two high backed chairs.
On the only shelf amongst the books they found another gold bound diary this one a green one, already full, by a woman called ‘Sadie’ so they knew they were not the first slaves to have been here. They decided to read the thing later.
Bed head lights supplied the only lighting, in the bedchamber, they had a bedside locker and an alarm clock each but there were no wardrobes or chest of drawers, but as Jane said they had no clothes...
The kitchen was well stocked, with snacks, fruit, beverages and breakfast items and the bathroom, they found had every toiletry they would need, loads of first aid items, [which Dawn shocked her younger companion by saying that they would both need after a punishment and that the days had been spread out so they could nurse one another] and packs that included disposable red knickers in a box marked for periodic problems only. It seemed every eventuality had been provided for. True there were no sweets, or chocolate, no telephone, games, computer or magazines but they had one another so they were better off than Sadie had been.
They sprawled on the bed reading Sadie`s Diary, the first few entries were lacking detail, but after the first reading by the master, every trip to the meals was entered every thought, even every bowel movement, humiliating trivia of the first order. Sadie`s first week over, they read of her first punishment, an OTK spanking for failing to keep an adequate diary those first few days, the feelings both during and after that spanking, and the sex, with a master, the mistress the cook and the dog were very arousing. They were interrupted by distant gong sounding for dinner and Jack unlocking the door, accompanying them to their first meal.
It was simple but tasty, ham with boiled potatoes, and peas all followed by an apple pie with the richest custard that melted in the mouth. Jack laughed at the women`s appetites, saying that that is why they were to swim daily, so they didn’t lose their shapes!
They were told that as the master and mistress were out, there would be no further duties till the next day and that it was suggested they swim during the afternoon and simply enjoy life, the flat door would no longer be locked except when they were awaiting punishments, so they could come to the evening meal by them-selves. With that they were left to their own devices, putting to the recesses of the mind that slave life would begin tomorrow and they had already earned a punishment.
During the afternoon they swam in the warm pool, and lay on the sun-bed`s. After a while they became aware of kitchen boy who quietly stood in the doorway watching the two women, obviously in awe of their naked bodies, he said nothing just stood admiring Dawn who with all probability was nearest to his mother`s age group. His young prick forming an obvious mountain in his trousers, he had seen them that morning but in company with the kitchen staff and bravado had kept him from staring. As he stood slack jawed, marvelling at the naked bodies, Jane perhaps for devilment slowly opened her legs as she lay on the sun bed. Discovered the boy coloured up and shot off through the door like a startled rabbit, to peel`s of laughter from both ladies.
The meal gong sounded; reluctantly they dragged themselves from the poolside. They were served by one of the maids, and they sat still naked, together with the rest of the fully dressed staff the boy at the furthest seat from the women, avoiding eye contact. They pretended not to notice him and the meal was soon over. During the coffee stage the cook began to talk to them, she spoke of Sadie and how she had been so lonely here; they said they were glad that there were two of them. The ice broken a little and they asked about the master and mistress, they were told it was the mistress, who they all feared most, saying she was a real sadist.
They were told that the remaining staff; just as the girls, were also punished for misdemeanours mostly by the whip Cook said jerking thumb in the boys direction That “he can`t wait to see us kitchen staff striped to the waist and whipped as he`s not been here long enough yet” Toby the boy, had not long had the job having come from a boys home, he was “of an age where his hormones raged” the cook explained, and was “taken with Dawns body particularly.” All eyes turned on the lad who went very red and scurried away, to the amusement of all the remaining staff, bar Dawn who felt flattered and a trifle sad for the lad.
The meal over and the clearing up done, the women returned to their flat, an evening of the television, carefully set the two alarms, and an early night saw them awake at an early hour, bathed, breakfasted and ready for whatever the day would bring. At nine sharp they were wheeled into the breakfast room by Jack at the behest of the little bell. This time both master and mistress were present, the mistress feeding the great hound scraps from her plate.
They stood quietly waiting; the master smiled, he then commended the pair for their better timekeeping and turn-out, pointing to the carpet and telling Dawn to lie down on her back, which she did. Next he told Jane that she was to “fetch her off with finger and tongue” adding “you have 3 minutes,” It was a near run thing though she did her best; the masters watch hands pointed to two minutes and 40 seconds when dawn faked her climax, knowing that from cold even she would never manage a climax even with such an experienced tongue lover as Jane.
The master nodded his approval, however not so the Mistress who came from her seat, placed a finger into dawn and said with a glint in her eye that “that was a fake if ever she had seen one” She looked to her husband for support and it was not long in coming
He suggested that She “put her to the dog we don’t have fakes here!” pushing Jean from the luckless Dawn she smiled down at the shocked woman then placed her toe to Dawns side and hissed that this will do the business my sweet, roll onto your knees. Not wishing to upset the mistress further Dawn was quick to move to her knees Then came the command “Head down,” so Dawn dropped her head to the floor, the dog the huge slavering a****l they had seen patiently sitting eating so gently, at the snap of a finger was instantly a sex machine, sniffing and dribbling at Dawns backside. A huge tongue lashed at her sex, sending shivers through her body, Jane now was told to continue her tongue job on the mistress, and the mistress snapping her fingers at the dog, had him mount Dawn. The b**st threw his body up onto Dawns back, dribble dropped on her bare skin as the dog forced himself forward, his large purple lipstick trying desperately to find the woman`s sex stabbing blindly the huge phallus not well controlled. Suddenly the thing struck home, finding her slot. With a huge lunge the tool was forced deep into her body, Dawn screamed, as the head stabbed into her womb, her labia forced wide apart, as the a****l began his frenzied thrusting. Again the scream echoed round the room as the dog`s knot forced itself deep in the woman`s body the pain was something such as she had never experienced before, exciting, sexual, but oh so painful.
Dawn felt the seed hot, powerful squirts of jism deep into her very core, she knew the dog was filling her now, her belly distorting as the seed forced itself into every available space, pain still predominating over the sheer enjoyment of the sexual act. The a****l became still, his heavy body slumped along her back, she knew they would be together stuck and painfully entwined till the great knot shrank.
Jane, her face buried in the pussy of the mistress, could see not a thing of her friend`s predicament, the mistress urging her on to greater things as she, stimulated by her pets use of Dawn, climaxed noisily. The a****l now began trying to reverse from the position he had tried so hard to achieve only 10 short minutes before, the pain as the huge knot stretched her beyond the norm, she groaned noisily as it released. Not wanting to stand before she was told she maintained her position, the wet spend running from her body as she lay face still pressed to the ground, and felt a fresh invader slipping into her used cavity. The master had decided to take advantage of the ready woman, having been reamed out by the hound, taking the human penis was of no consequence, hardly able to feel the stiff 7” she did however feel him spend into her body, as he griped the sides of her waist in spasm.
The rest of the morning was spent in the respective beds of master and mistress, Jane proving she was a capable lover to the mistress and Dawn being screwed in every conceivable vanilla way by the master who seemed unstoppable. Before they knew it the dinner gong was going, both master and mistress, sated now, took themselves from the room sending the women to shower before dinner. Dawn had some difficulty walking, but aided by Jane they were soon sat damply at the dining table. The cook chuckling at Dawns gait, said “met their dog then Dawn, I told you to beware of the mistress”, then she began to laugh.
Dawn, woke early next morning, before dawn she had showered, eaten a bowl of flakes, drunk a lot of coffee and checked her diary, which she had fetched up to date the evening before, Her companion snored loudly and seemed to sleep the sleep of an innocent. She wondered at the resilience of the younger woman but wondered if she would cope when it became her turn to take on that huge dog.
Indifferently she watched the television, noting what was going on in the rest of the world, wondering what Andy was doing and Ray away in his distant land, her mum how was she coping, depressed and homesick she wrote a long and largely fictional air mail letter to her mum, addressing the folding envelope and popping it into a second envelope addressed to Ray she then added a long page telling of the first day`s here.
The alarm jangled and Jane tumbled from her bed, as was her way every morning Dawn showered, then she showered while Dawn made a cooked breakfast for them both which they ate while chatting about the world news on the telly.
They were stood outside the breakfast room door at a few minutes to nine, awaiting the dreaded bell neat and tidy, Jack stood with them with the boy Toby summonsed by the master. The lad stood terrified, not making eye contact with the two women, his fear palpable. The bell tinkled and Jack left the three of them stood in the hall. The boy was called in and the two women waited for some time before a tearful lad returned and addressing Dawn very respectfully through his tears that “they want you both next maam,” before he went on his way, still snuffling.
They did as bid, to the usual scene, mistress sat with her dog, master at his usual seat, coffee and toast and Jack stood at his master`s elbow. Their faces must have looked questioning, as the master addressed both the women saying that “the young man that just left is to be disciplined, he has been shall we say disrespectful to the mistress, spying on her in her chamber in a state of undress.”
Dawn coughed and the master raised an eyebrow asking “do you had something to say?” She feeling sorry for him pleaded for the lad, fearing he would be dismissed. She said she would respectfully point out that this was a boy they do such things at that age they have enquiring minds, he was surrounded by women and just didn’t understand or was able to control his urges and she threw in a “sir” at the end. She then stood quietly knowing she had probably overstepped her position.
The master eyed her coldly, then said “I know he`s just a lad and his hormones are raging, I was a boy myself once but that`s one of the things he needs to learn, not to get caught!,” he smiled wistfully, perhaps remembering his own youth. “He tells me he has no knowledge of women, boy`s homes having deprived him somewhat he has had a fairly tragic life so far, Jack and I feel he would benefit from some lessons in love.” There was a snort of disapproval from the mistress, of “Spy`s on me and is rewarded by sex lessons, ridiculous!” the master gave her a withering look, but ignored her comment, carrying on saying “That is where you come in then Dawn, as you have defended him, from tonight he will share your bed for a whole week, when you are both off duty you will teach the lad everything he needs to know.”
He turned to Jane and said for that week you will stay in Toby`s room or, as you did such a good job yesterday will, at her request share a bed with the mistress.” He gave the older woman a look of sheer contempt, then he dismissed the three servants saying “You may go about your duties, you Dawn will explain the situation to Toby, but temper his joy by telling him my decision is he will suffer 10 strokes on the next punishment day.
The women left to change the bedding as was their duty, leaving the master and mistress to the argument that seemed inevitable. In the hall Jack warned them to “keep well out of the way if you can, ‘she’, will be venomous today!” The argument was loud and long, diplomatically the women working together quickly changing the bedding in both bedrooms, and generally tidied up before taking cover in their rooms, glad when the dinner gong sounded, they went to the staff dining room, tiptoeing as they did past the breakfast room where they could still hear some noisy discord.
The meal was served by one of the maids, cook and the remaining staff joined them a moment or two later, Jack as usual had his in his pantry, a euphemism for his flat, somewhere in the north wing of the huge house.
Toby sat at the far end of the table, still avoiding eye contact with everyone especially the two naked women.
Cook introduced herself as ‘Ethel’ and thanking Dawn for speaking up for ‘the lad’ today, Jack had told her about it when he stopped by for coffee, the two maids taking their cue from cook introduced themselves as ‘Mary’ the taller of the two and `Tina` shorter and rounder it was a sure sign that they were becoming accepted.
Dawn explained that the Toby was to receive 10 strokes on the first punishment day, the boy looked relieved he having expected to be dismissed. He mumbled his thanks, embarrassed now having to speak to this naked woman sitting telling him he would be whipped no doubt by Eddy, huge gardener sat at the other end of the table.
The meal continued, with the usual staff chatter about the state of the world, likes and dislikes of food, the argument in progress above stairs, madams temper and her sadistic inclinations, the need for more fire-wood in the upstairs sitting room, and the wet conditions in the garden, all the minutia of life.
Jane asked where the rest of the staff lived, and was told that they all had rooms in this wing the south up at the top for the men folk and the women on the middle floor nearer their work. Looking at Toby she said she was to use his room for a week from tonight, his jaw dropped, was she saying she was going to share?
Dawn quickly said, don’t get Horney young man you will not be in with her, the whole staff grinned at the boys red colour. He mumbled “where will I sleep then?” She casually replied “With me” the boys face lit as if he had been awarded the crown jewels, spluttering “really” his jaw dropping as all eyes swivelled in his direction, his face red now, the cook saved his blushes by sending him and Mary to fetch the pudding telling them to “be careful and not drop it as it had taken her all morning!” The eyes swivelled back to Dawn as the lad gratefully went with Mary to do the cooks bidding. Dawn, blushing just a little, explaining that it had fallen to her to train the lad, getting this sex thing out of his system. Cook again saving the day by commenting “Thank the lord for that as it would save us three a lot of unnecessary comments and stares in that kitchen!”
The lad returned with a wonderful plum pudding on a silver platter, Mary with custard jug, spoons, plates and the like. Nothing was said as the tasty morsel was consumed, Gerry declaring the meal ‘Toothsome’ backed by the remaining staff, to the obvious pleasure of Ethel the cook. The coffee followed, and then the staff returned to whatever jobs they had, Ethel telling the boy to stay back to show Jane to his room,
Dawn, taking the opportunity, to sooth the youngster`s fears and embarrassment about the situation remained seated and explained that he would naturally be embarrassed by seeing naked both herself and Jane, he would just have to get over the problem, life was like that. She asked what time he finished work, and he told her after the washing up was completed. She told him she would be in the flat, Jane would show him where and he could just take his time, she would not be tolerating bad manners and he was to do precisely as he was told. He stood quietly, during all this then said “he would do whatever she said, as she was the first woman that had ever in his whole life stood up for him!” touched she told him to fetch his Jim jams and not to be late. Jane stood and took the lads hand, leading him away. Dawn near to tears at the sincerity of the lad; went off for her afternoon swim. Truth to tell she was now looking forward to schooling the young lad in the arts of pleasing women.
The tea meal gong convened the staff once more, unusually a light meal, normally served at mid-day today the meals were reversed at the master`s request as he was attending a meeting at teatime.
Nothing was said at the meal, chat about all and nothing as usual, Dawn became aware of the boys eyes not leaving her breasts, Jane had told her of his excitement and that his few possessions were now in her bedside locker, hers including the dreaded alarm now up in the lads room up in the rafters of the south wing, though the mistress had sent a message with Jack that she would be sleeping in her room this night the master being away. Jane said she was not looking forward to her night. They went their individual ways
Cook glad of a simple meal for a change was soon away to her room, Mary and Tina seeing to the kitchen and mess-room, the boy rapidly washing up and placing the few places in the dishwasher eager to get away to the intense joy of the two maids who knowing why he was so eager made a humour’s comment or two betwixt them, to his immense embarrassment.
He had bribed Gerry to fetch in from the greenhouse a small bunch of flowers for Dawn, saying “it was to say thanks for her standing up for him,” that gave old Gerry a little chuckle, wishing he was the one going up to the flat, known by the staff as the harem, but he had managed to collect up a few sweet smelling hyacinths and a branch or two of the winter jasmine for the lad, which he slipped to the boy before tea.
Dawn watched the news on television, after which she heard a timid knock at the door; she opened it to find the boy hair slicked down stood bunch of winter flowers clutched in his hand. She ushered him in, touched beyond words at the gesture. She told him that he was not to knock this week and that it was a while since anyone had brought her flowers,
She showed him his locker where the bathroom was then told him to shower and change into his pyjamas, she would make some coffee and they could talk and get to know one another. He went off to do just what he was bid, returning showered clean, hair tidy and his working clothes put away well before the coffee percolated. They were soon sat on the sofa, side by side.
She started by asking about his family, soon knowing that he was a survivor of the sinking of a ferry off the Belgium coast that had taken all his family. Having no relatives he had been in that boys home till the last month when he had been sent here on trial. He had never worked or had contact with women before except the elderly matron who he said “was more male than some of the boys “
Thus his eager enquiring, hormone riddled, mind, had led him to want to see more of cook, and the maids who had complained loud and long. He had been told in the strongest terms that he was not to stare at any of the women and he had nearly managed, till he came on the two of them in the swimming pool. In desperation he had gone out on the roof and spied on ‘Madam’ through her window. He had been seen and hauled before the master that very morning, expecting to be sent back to the home. Dawn alone had spoken and though he would be punished he at least was still out of that home, which he hated. She told him that unless invited spying and the like on women it was “not a nice thing to do”, her name in the flat was Dawn, though he would address her properly everywhere else in the house.
She would teach him how to go on with women and how to respect and enjoy them correctly, but he was to promise her not to disrespect a woman ever again anywhere. Next she asked what he had done to the cook that had caused her to complain, he said he had felt her breast`s through her overall one day in the kitchen, he had been fascinated by the things, and had just decided the woman would allow him to explore her body as he thought she would find him irresistible if he could turn her on! What he got was of course was a clout!
He said “he would see her breast anyway soon,” and when Dawn asked how, he said “she had been sentenced by madam to three strokes for something that had happened just before he arrived and was waiting for the next punishment day.” She asked if he was obsessed with breasts, while lifting her own in her hands before him, he said “he didn’t know anything about them bar what he had seen on Jane or her, both cook and the maids keeping theirs hidden all the time and though he got a quick view of Madam it was only a glimpse” and the same he said, with the view he had had of Jane between her legs at the pool until then he knew nothing of any differences. That caused her to smile.
She took his hand gently standing and pulling him to the bedroom, standing him at her bedside and taking her place on the bed flat on her back, legs together. She took his hand once more and began by allowing him to touch her breasts; his touch was feather-light. She became aware of his hesitancy, and his red face, she asked what was wrong and he explained that his trousers where wet! He had had a premature ejaculation, though he neither knew the reason, what had happened or the words to express him-self. He was mortified, she put her arms round him sat him down and explained how the thing worked, removing the wet trousers, sitting him in his boxers and reassuring him. She took her place again, sitting this time, letting him again feel his way around her 32b breasts, playing with nipples now stiff with excitement, hefting the whole breast in his hands, tracing the areola with his finger, gently oh so gently, squeezing and pulling at the rubbery nipple his young penis stiff again his hairless tackle protruding from under the pyjama shirt. She kissed him: he returned the compliment, clumsy perhaps, but gentle and full of care. She let him kiss her nipples, the effect on her was electric, his clumsy attempts at kissing more erotic than any Casanova.
She took his hand and slid it down to her shaved pussy, his cool hand slipping over the mound, his face a picture of innocent amazement on first finding she had no penis. Smiling at his innocence she led his finger to her Labia, then to gently probe her cavity, finally her clitoris, his head lay on her belly, face towards her feet. The soft bed-head lamps bathing them both in the golden light she knew he would never forget these moments, etched in his mind forever. She soon broke the spell by suggesting he had a good close look, he moved to a point between her now wide open legs, examining her in minute detail, touching each part with a touch like a butterfly, as she explained where she was most receptive, how to use his fingers to best effect and where she would most enjoy his tongue. An hour past in this exploration, his prick dripping precum from the foreskin, it`s five full inches stiff fat and tempting she sat up, gently took hold then she began slowly sliding her hand to and fro. He soon came again this time over her leg, he began to apologise but she put her finger on his lips saying that it was all OK, His lips soon went back to her nipple, his finger wetly tracing the shape of her clitoris she began to groan, his other arm supporting his body from collapsing on her. She began to climax, her body unable to resist the light touch of this rank amateur`s assault on her senses. Her breathing note began to change, her back arched as her senses took her over the top of the big dipper and she collapsed back to earth with a suddenness that frightened the lad, who moved back away from her worried that he had hurt her. As soon as she could she explained it all to him calming him, reassuring him, he looked most relieved.
She asked if he had any questions. He asked having no prick however, did she pee? She smiled, luckily she now needed the toilet, so she rose took his hand and led him to the shower room her feet against the shower tray and her back lent against the opposite wall on the cold tiles she invited him to watch, she began to stream his face showing both amazement and interest, and finally as he traced the stream back to the uric opening, enlightenment. He understood now. After he too had used the toilet they returned to the bed, that will do for tonight she said, you have work tomorrow, they climbed in, Dawn turning off the light.
He asked her if she would mind if he kissed her again, then they fell asleep his head nestled into her bust, his mouth surrounding her right nipple, her arms d****d round him his finger deep in her warm inviting body. Not yet a man but well on his way
That blasted alarm woke the sleeping pair, Dawns right nipple a little sore from the overnight suckling, though she didn’t remember much of the night the boy, Toby had re-attached himself whenever he had awoken, startled that he was laid in the bed of this wonderful woman and that this was not a dream.
Dawn roused the lad, “things to be done” she said, they ate and showered, without more adoo, nothing sexual, Dawn acting as mum, cooking eggs and bacon and insisting that “they do nothing till this evening as they had work to do and that was a priority. Before they went their separate ways she told him “to apologise to the kitchen staff for his previous bad sexual behaviour” she said; ”it may do him a power of good in the long run.” he said “he would, now he understood a little more” and off they went.
Dawn was stood outside the breakfast room with Jack waiting that little bells tinkle to signal the start the day, when they were joined by Jane, perhaps a little dishevelled, and definitely very tired. The bell rang and Jack went into the room, leaving the women as was their norm. Jane said she had been up all night with ‘madam’ who had been a “perfect cow”, having drunk a bottle of good scotch during the evening then used a crop on her for a whole lot of little “infringements” real or imagined.
Jane had spent half the night hung on a st Andrews cross the mistress dozing and finally falling asleep on her sofa and forgetting her, the ball gag meant she could not make enough noise to wake the whip wielding woman who had finally woken at six complaining that she had slept uncomfortably and released the unlucky Jane!
Before Dawn could answer her friend, the bell again tinkled and they went in to the breakfast room. No sign of the mistress today, the master and the dog eating the spare breakfast, the master saying “Don’t bother with the mistresses’ bed today as the mistress is having a lay in due to having had a bad night”, Jane and Dawn exchanged glances!
He went on to ask as to the lads progress, Dawn said “so far so good” to smiles all round from the master, Jack and Jane. The master said that was “capital” and “would the job get completed by the end of the week?” to which Dawn said that “she hoped so!”
The master then dismissed Jack saying that Jane would be assigned to him tonight so he suggested she went off to bed if she could as soon as her chores were completed, and that as they didn’t have two beds to deal with he suggested that she could “just give him a blow and Dawn could deal with the bed.
Neither task took long, Dawn was soon swimming, as Jane went off to bed stopping en route to tell cook not to do any dinner for her, grab a sandwich, not having had breakfast and to ask one of them to call her for tea.
The dinner gong soon made its usual welcome clatter, and they were soon sat with a light meal, the boy sitting quietly in his usual seat. Ethel sent him for the coffee, knowing it would take a while she surprised Dawn with her thanks for the change in the lad. She said he had asked to speak to her privately, apologising for his behaviour and asking her forgiveness. She said she could hardly keep a straight face, as she had quite enjoyed the attentions of such a young lad but she was not going to let on so had said she would forgive him and to get on with his work, he said he would like a moment to apologise to the two maids, which she allowed and he did go and do just that. The two girls nodding their affirmation of the statement, just as the lad returned.
Over coffee Gerry asked if the lad was doing well with his lessons, which caused the lad to blush as Dawn said that he “was a very good pupil,” not being drawn by the comment from Ed as to “if she would give a certificate at the end of the course” by saying “the test would be totally oral and had he taken a refresher course himself lately as she had heard he was in need?” which caused a chuckle from the assembled ladies and for Ed to blush to his roots.
The afternoon soon past, Dawn lazing by the pool for a while, then laying on her bed till tea first with another letter this one to Andy then with a copy of fifty shades from the bookrack. The gong again called them to their meal, a roast with all the trimmings.
They fell to talking about their pasts, both Ed and Gerry having been recruited from the masters regiment neither having families left alive, other than Gerry having a woman relative somewhere in Yorkshire who he now never saw.
Tina told them of her family, she had been used by both parents who had been arrested for i****t when she was just ten, she being taken into care, then a girls home, arriving here in the same way that Toby had. Mary said she had come from the nuns home in county cork, her mother having dumped her there, in the third month of her life as by then she was again pregnant, it being she said a side effect of her mother`s profession! Ethel said that her hubby had been killed in a road accident, she had been here a year or two now (she was not exact) and that she had always wanted to be ‘Mrs Bridges ‘ when she had watched upstairs downstairs on telly, that raised a chuckle round the room. Eyes now turned to the women so Jane explained that she had a partner a woman who was a butch lady who had sold her for six months at an auction to ‘show her a wider world,’ the master had simply bid for her. there was a quiet acceptance of her situation though Mary asked if, “being a Bi lesbian was as good as all that if her lover sold her like that?” she went on that “if she was ever lucky enough to find a lover be it a man or a woman she would never be separated by anything!” There was a murmur of agreement round the room then they turned to Dawn.
She in turn began by saying she was married, her husband Andy who she loved dearly, was a cuckold, and wanted her used. She had a master who she visited weekly and whose spell she was completely under, to Andy`s deep joy. The master had for his work been sent to south America, and had sold her for 6 months partly to check Andy`s resolve, partly to keep his sub in use and to ensure that he still had control of her and her sexual discipline. A pin dropped in that room would have been heard easily, all eyes now on Dawn, as she explained that she normally wore a collar but that it had been removed so that she could swim on that first night, and had not been replaced.
She said that if her master wished her to use her, even to death, that was what she would do as she was his to do as he wished with and if he said she was to be sub to the master here for 6 months then so would it be, she would do whatever her own master wished.
Cook said with wide eyes, “do you mean to tell me if he wished you to be whipped to death or whatever you would gaily submit yourself?”
Dawn looked at her with a gentle smile and quietly told her that she would ask him to gag her and secure her first if that was his will as she would hate to beg, show weakness or refuse her master anything at all. She said it was all down to trust! For example, she knew that her own master would at some point wish her to bear his mark, either by a permanently attached ownership disk, a tattoo or even a hot brand like some calf in a western.
The three kitchen staff jaws dropped looked at her in disbelief. Tina asking how it would be done would she be restrained, secured or what?
Dawn Explained she would accept whatever he chose when the time came, if it was to be, say the brand, she would present herself for him to restrain and lay passively waiting the pain, yes she would be terrified but if that is what he wanted to do to her, then that is just what she would do. Mary asked about her husband, would he allow that to be done. Dawn replied that “he would hate it but he would if necessary, to please her, he would even present her to the master to use if that was her will as a sign that he accepted the situation.” She went on that “when the time came to be punished what would be in the mind of any of you when Eddy is asked to use his whip on you?”
Toby said “he would be frightened, in fact he already was, but would he hoped think of the fact it was far better than losing his job and returning to that awful home.”
Mary said “that after those awful nuns didn’t she think it would be a doddle, she had been caned before on back and butt and those nuns really laid it on.”
Ethel the cook said “she had been present at a number of whippings with Gerry and Eddy and this time would be the first time she would be the victim, having been sentenced to three strokes, for her the fear was already terrible, and the humiliation o