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A Very English Weekend
Chapter 5
The Site Visit
The sun is high in the sky when the curtains are drawn, the light
falling across the covers. Sir has brought me a cup of tea, a glass of
orange juice and a couple of ibuprofen.
"I thought you might be able to use these"
I thank him, reach for my handbag and sitting up I add my hormones to
the tablets before swallowing them down with the orange juice. I stretch
and as the cover drops away I am reminded of yesterday's events by the
clear bite marks over my pale skin, also the very small traces of blood
still around my nipples and the crusting in my hair as I go to run my
fingers through it, and the plug which has been replaced in my arse.
"You will find everything you need to wash in the bathroom and I hope
you don't mind, but I took the liberty of checking your dress sizes so
you will find some clean clothes there too. I'll see you downstairs in
about 45 minutes?"
"Thank you, of course Sir, and thank you for yesterday, Sir"
He lightly kisses me on the lips, tracing his fingertips across the
marks and my nipples and leaves me.
The sumptuous bathroom allows me to luxuriate. First I clean myself
inside using the thoughtfully provided douche, with, I notice, a
lubricated and scented bottle to finish, then in a shower. I wash what
is left of the seed from the countless men from my skin and my hair.
When I feel clean I survey the damage in the full length mirror. My
carefully glued tuck is undone which at least has allowed me to clean my
skin thoroughly. My breasts, of which I am so proud, have at least six
sets of teeth marks on them and my neck and shoulders are marked several
times. I wrap a soft towel around my breasts and sit at the vanity to
dry my hair.
I look through the clothes that have been provided for me. There is a
beautiful set of black Chantelle Lingerie, which must have cost well
over ?150, along with a pink silk blouse which I can tell will be almost
transparent, an olive-green pencil skirt with a long statement gold zip
running up the back, which will clearly accentuate the curve of my arse.
There is some jewellery, which I can tell is not costume, as well.
I carefully do my makeup, light to match the style of the clothes, but
with smoky eyes to match the colour of the lingerie. After ensuring that
I am well lubricated I insert the now clean plug in my arse. I notice
that although it is easily twice the size of my normal jewelled plug it
now slips in easily. Then I see that thoughtfully there is also
superglue, so I carefully redo my tuck again hiding away the cock and
balls that I wish were gone. I pull up the knickers that I am slightly
surprised to see have been included, before clipping on the bra and
suspender belt. The bra covers more than the shelf that I was wearing
last night, but still does more to frame and present my breasts than to
cover them, with only a half cup and light lace covering my nipples. I
roll up the very sheer seamed stockings and, slipping the six straps
through my knickers, I clip them to the belt. I lower the zip on the
skirt far enough to slide it up over my arse, before pulling it up and
closed, then I slip on the blouse, which wraps across my breasts and is
fixed by a single pearl button. I slip my feet into five inch heeled
nude coloured court shoes, then slip on the jewellery, a necklace,
earrings, and bracelet. I notice a gold anklet, which I clip onto my
right ankle, understanding as I do so why it's there.
Looking into the mirror before I head downstairs I see an elegantly and
expensively dressed woman, I hope beautiful, but clearly one who is
sexual, the black lace of my bra clear as are the marks on my skin as
the blouse is, as I expected, more or less transparent and almost the
same colour as my skin. A quick spritz of perfume, Black Opium, and I'm
ready.
I am greeted at the bottom of the stairs by the man who only yesterday
lunchtime was a complete stranger; he is smiling and holds out his hand
to me.
"My dear you look simply divine. Perfect." And with that he guides me
into a large conservatory on the back of the house, flooded with light.
There is a large table, laid with a mouth-watering brunch. Already
seated the table are Jennifer and Mike whom we met at the restaurant
last night. Mike is wearing a crisp pale blue shirt, and Jennifer is
wearing a closely cut pale cream silk dress, high necked but sleeveless.
They both stand to greet me. Jennifer comes over to me and after a kiss
on my cheek runs her fingertips over the marks on my pale skin, so
obvious through this pale pink blouse.
"How wonderful to see you again today. We have been told all about your
adventures from last night: it does sound like you had a wonderful time"
"Yes indeed" joins in Mike "I did say yesterday that you were looking
like a tart and it sounds like you are spectacularly successful. Tell
me, do you still have sperm running out of you or are you now empty?"
"Oh Mike" interjects Jennifer, "Let the poor girl have something to eat
first"
"Thank you... Mistress? Jennifer?"
"Oh, that's alright, you can just call me Ma'am"
"Yes Ma'am"
I am sat opposite Mike and next to Sir, who serves me a delicious plate
of smoked salmon, avocado and fruit, with juices and a cup of Earl Grey
tea. We enjoy a wonderful meal, and the conversation flows around me. I
gather that Sir no longer works, although he has multiple business
interests, and that Mike is a property developer. Jennifer is apparently
a leadership consultant as well as a sleeping partner in Mike's
business. As we finish our food a young girl, probably around 20, comes
and clears away the dishes, Apparently Mike has a recent development
that he'd like to take us to: there is a show flat just completed that
he is excited about.
Mike has a new Range Rover parked out the front of the house and we all
get in to that. Sir joins Mike in the front of the car, and Jennifer
sits next to me.
"You don't mind if I make some changes to your toy, do you?" Jennifer
asks Sir.
"No of course not, do feel free" Sir answers.
Jennifer turns to me "You do look quite delightful, stephanie, but as
lovely as that bra is I think you should take it off"
"Yes Ma'am." I reach behind my back and quickly unhook the straps, then
undoing the one pearl button I shrug the blouse to my waist, remove my
bra and hand it to her. I go to put my blouse back on.
"Not just yet dear"
I am thankful for the darkened glass in the car as she licks her
fingertip then runs it over my nipples until they are both as hard as
bullets. I lay my head back as I feel her lips on each breast in turn,
sucking and engorging my tits, leaving my nipples reddened from her
lipstick. She looks me in the eye as she then attaches a small silver
clamp to each one, joined by a thin sliver chain.
"Now you can put your blouse back on"
"Yes Ma'am"
My mind is whirling, both because I am extremely turned on, and because
I am acutely aware that the transparency of my blouse means that the
nipple clamps and chain are clear to see.
"That's better. You are a pretty thing, but we do want to make sure that
others can see that you are a whore, don't we dear?"
" I completely agree Jenn, that looks perfect" Sir answers for me
"Oh by the way, up to you, Jenn, but I did lay out some knickers for her
to wear, probably not needed at the moment, what do you think?"
"Oh, no absolutely not. Take them off, stephanie. I'll keep them in my
bag though, we may want her to put them back on later to avoid spotting
her skirt"
As Jennifer is talking I lift my bottom, unzip the pencil skirt and
pull it down, then slide my knickers down to my knees, before I feel
them drop to my ankles. I bend down and drop them into Jennifer's
waiting hand before I replace and zip up my skirt. Briefly at brunch I
had felt myself a companion to this powerful trio; now again I am
feeling owned, a piece of their property and it turns me on incredibly.
"I like the anklet you gave her, and I'm so pleased to see she put it on
the correct ankle" Jennifer says to Sir, then turning to me, "You do
understand the significance of it being on your right ankle, don't you
dear?"
"Yes Ma'am, it shows I am available, Ma'am"
"Oh yes, certainly it means that, stephanie, but it has ancient
significance too, from the days of ancient Egypt, as decreed by the
worshipers of Baal: all prostitutes wear an anklet on their right ankle
so that others know who or what they are, and that does seem rather
fitting, doesn't it, stephanie?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"After all, you most certainly are available and since last night you
are most definitely a prostitute, dear"
"Yes Ma'am"
I am pleased that this large Range Rover with its large seats has such a
smooth ride, as every bump is sending a jolt through my clamped nipples.
I can see through the windows that we are heading out towards the
airport, close to Stourbridge. Shortly I realise that we are now going
through the edges of the big tech park at King's Hedges. I sense,
through the pain in my nipples as much as anywhere else, that the road
surface has changed, we pull up beside what looks like an old industrial
building close to the Milton Country Park, right next to the lakes here.
Mike is talking animatedly with Sir about how he had found this place
and how he knew how perfect it was. I can see that there are still some
piles of material and rubbish around, but clearly this is going to be an
incredibly expensive place, perfect for the guys running the tech
businesses, and anyone that want to be close to Cambridge yet utterly
private. For some reason that realisation sends a shiver up my spine. As
we get out of the car I see there are already two other cars here. Mike
is explaining that he has arranged to meet both the architect and the
contractor here today. Jennifer clearly sense my hesitation and I feel
her hand in the small of my back propelling me towards the door.
The door is opened by two men, I guess the architect and contractor, who
shake Mike's hand firmly. He introduces us all, me last, and as he does
I can feel their eyes devouring me. I suddenly feel completely exposed.
I had been in a world where my behaviour was becoming normalised, yet
here I am, being introduced to two people who may well have friends or
associates in common with me, yet I am wearing a blouse so transparent
it only emphasises how naked I am, whilst being obviously marked from
violent sex and with my nipples clamped and joined.
"Do come in, we are very happy you could join us" says the guy who I
guess is the architect.
Again, I feel Jennifer's hand in the small of my back and I know I have
no choice.
We go into a stunning open-plan space, making the most of the huge
double height panelled windows from the original building, but
contrasted with sleek smooth white walls, elegant stone tiles and superb
polished herringbone oak floors. I follow the group around, with
Jennifer always ensuring that I am not hanging behind. The two new men
in our party are no longer spending every second they can looking at me,
but still what feels like most of their time. Having been through the
stunning living spaces with an extensive balcony, we look through the
bedrooms and the bathrooms, all straight out of a magazine and to the
highest standard. Now in the master bedroom the architect goes to the
mirrored wall, to show that it conceals an enormous wardrobe. He then
opens the other side and there is what I assume to be a dressing room
inside. He beckons us in.
"And this is the somewhat special room you asked for, Mike"
I look around and it seems to be a fairly large empty space.
"As specified, this can be used for a number of purposes. It is
undetectable from outside, so can be used to hide from intruders. It is
also monitored, although you can turn that off from the panel over
there, and as requested it is soundproof"
"Wonderful." Both Mike and Sir congratulate the architect and the
contractor. "I see the rings in the ceiling, floors and walls are very
discreet. Good." said Mike, then turning to Sir "Shall we try them?"
"Oh definitely"
Behind me I hear Jennifer shut the door, then I feel her pushing me to
the centre of the room. Mike turns to the architect who shows him a
small flat panel in the wall which is quickly released with a button.
The architect demonstrates by pressing an icon on the panel. With a
light humming sound the ring above me descends. Sir comes over to me
and cups my chin in his hand before kissing me lightly on the lips. I
feel Jennifer wrap her arms around me from behind and unfasten the one
button which is holding my blouse closed, then feel her pull it off my
shoulders.
I feel her hands undoing the zip on my pencil skirt and slide it down my
legs.
"Step out of it dear" Sir says
"Yes Sir"
Sir then steps away, and gives my hand to the architect, who smiles at
me before clipping a wide leather bracelet around each wrist; he clips
both of these to the ring which is now hanging just above my head. With
a light whirring sound the ring goes back up until my arms are stretched
above me. When I am on my toes, with just the lightest click it stops.
"Sorry for being so eager, we've not had anyone to try this with
before", the architect says to me as he beckons the contractor, who is
bringing a ring similar to the one holding my wrists which is winding
out of one wall. Then he collects another from the wall opposite. I look
down and see Jennifer's elegant hands clipping leather straps like those
on my wrists around each ankle; the cuffs are attached to these two
rings from the walls. She stands up and kisses me on the lips before
putting her leg between mine and kicking my feet apart. As that happens
the architect has touched another icon and I feel it pull my legs lewdly
open, I hear my heels clatter to the floor as I'm suspended from my
arms. Looking over I see Mike and Sir standing watching and smiling.
Jennifer strokes my cheek and kisses me again and strokes my clamped
nipples, then she looks over at Sir and Mike. She looks at me as she
holds the delicate chain between her fingers. The pain is horrific and
exquisite as she pulls the clamps off in one smooth motion. I scream.
Jennifer holds her hand out and the architect hands her a flogger: the
first blow is on my arse as she wanders around me, the second on my
tucked sex, the next on my breasts. Soon I am screaming for her to stop.
"Oh my dear stephanie, we are just getting started"
She calls the contractor over and hands him the flogger
"Look, can you flog the little whore so she really screams? I want to go
out and see how soundproof it is"
"Sure" he says, smiling. Soon I am descending into subspace and don't
know if I am screaming or not, but judging by the look on his face I
assume I am. The blows are on every part of my body. I start to feel
both every slight sensation and numb at the same time. I see Jennifer is
back with Mike and Sir and they are talking, I see Sir touch the top of
Jennifer's head and she drops to her knees to give him a blow job. Sir
leans down and gently but without hesitation unclips the neck of her
dress, slides the zip down and I see the top of her dress drop to her
waist, her perfect ivory skin decorated by the exquisite peach lace of
her lingerie. At the same time I see Mike is coming over to me, undoing
his belt on the way.
"Right let's see if the little whore is still tight. Have you got the
sling we talked about?"
"Of course" the architect smiles".
He brings over what looks like tackle for a horse. He slips the first
strap over my head and pulls it tight smoothly around my neck; my body
is then criss-crossed with a number of soft leather straps. Another
click and I hear something descending above me. Soon I feel a number of
clips on my back, my arms, and behind each thigh. One wrist is unclipped
and attached to another line. Briefly I feel my feet on the floor again
before my ankles too are attached to the ceiling. With a whirr all the
lines adjust themselves until I am hanging horizontally, my legs still
lewdly wide, and my wrists also wide apart.
"Perfect" says Mike, as he pulls the large plug from me and pulls his
large cock out; he goes behind me and I feel his large hands grip my
waist, his fingers run up and down my inner thighs, pushing me wide
open.
I see the architect use the remote to cause my legs to splay so wide
that Mike is presented with my open arse. He pulls my cheeks open and
enters me, he starts to pound my arse and with every stroke I can feel
him opening me up even further, and each time he almost pulls out I feel
a void, a need, like an addict needing their fix. He builds an
increasing rhythm, swinging me in a way I have no control over. and then
with a huge groan he fills me. As I slump in the harness, I feel my body
being maneuvered again. As Mike goes back to Sir he turns to the two
men.
"Do feel free to enjoy her won't you?"
He sits beside Sir and who has now made Jennifer remove her dress and
she is laying across his lap. Mike lets her bury her face in his lap to
clean up his cock, her knickers are around her ankles and her pert
derriere is now pointing up, Sir enjoys a number of well-placed smacks
and her white skin blooms red.
The machine hums and I'm vertical again, but now with every angle of my
body controlled through the touchscreen held by the architect, who first
embraces me from the front, and kisses me. I welcome his tongue into my
mouth and the rough linen of his shirt rubbing against my sore nipples.
He bends down and takes each in his mouth in turn, then kisses my neck.
Then I feel him also marking my neck. His hands run along the sheer
nylon covering my thighs and legs, running along each strap in turn
before running over my now very tender arse which the contractor so ably
flogged. He goes behind me, still cupping my breasts in his hand, then
opening my legs and causing me to drop horizontally again. He fills me
for the second time today. The contractor comes to my front and lowers
me until I am exactly the right height for his huge cock: my body is
horizontal and swings between the two men. The man between my legs is
building a rhythm, sliding in and out of me. In front of my face the
contractor opens his trousers and slides his long cock into my mouth and
into my throat at the same rhythm. I am being truly spit roast as they
build up their climax, filling my belly and my arse with more sperm.
Slowly all are sated, and Sir comes over to me. Jennifer is immaculately
dressed again and between the two of them they lower me and clean the
plug from where it has been thrown on the floor before filing me again.
Then Jennifer helps me put my knickers back on to avoid leaking, before
I put my skirt and blouse back on. She slides the zip up on my skirt,
caressing my bum as she does.
Mike is chatting to the other two men as we go to leave the building. He
calls Sir over. I stand with Jennifer, starting to re-gather my
composure as Sir calls over to me:
"stephanie, I have a serious question for you: are you available on
Thursday afternoon and evening?"
"I am working during the afternoon Sir"
"I am talking about work, stephanie: do you have any appointments?"
"No Sir, I don't believe so"
"Well you do now. Please make sure you are at home and available to be
collected by my driver at 2pm"
"Yes Sir"
I am starting to wonder how long Sir thought he had bought me for. But I
realise that was a somewhat redundant thought.
We all get back into the car and while Sir explains, Jennifer teases and
caresses my breasts through my blouse.
"Mike has found a potential buyer for this house and as I am sure you
are aware its value is many millions. He will be viewing the property
on Thursday evening, and he will use you to try out the games room"
"But Sir...."
"But stephanie?"
"You said work Sir. I am a designer Sir"
"stephanie, you are a whore and the deal is signed"
"Yes Sir"
The car speeds back towards Cambridge and I lose myself in Jennifer's
talented fingers.
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