This is My most popular story of slave life. NV.
A new life....................
The ship docks at around four in the afternoon just as the feeble light is beginning to fail. With no luggage, as demanded by the regulations, Nikki sits patiently in the immigration lounge with the others and listens to the mysterious booms and squeaks of mooring and connection to the quay. She keeps her head bowed, eyes staring into her lap her leather carrybag sitting on her knees. She is aware of the other women around her, a disparate, taciturn group, most sitting patiently just as she, one or two showing signs of excitement, fidgeting in their seats, eyes wide in expectation..
Announcements come over the tannoy…………..residents to disembark, visitors to disembark and finally “Candidates to immigration. “ Nikki stands. She has chosen an ankle length black woollen coat to travel in and she pulls up the hood over her hair, settles her bag over her shoulder and stands, as do all the other women in the room. A steward opens a door and beckons for them to move through……………down a corridor or two, left, right and then into the full force of a cold, ripping wind and driving rain as they reach the outside.
The steel clanging bridge is slippery and Nikki gasps as the rain is driven horizontally into her face despite her right hand gripping the hood tight about her. Suddenly, bizarrely, bright sunshine erupts and she sees her long shadow on the scuffed metal beneath her feet.
As quickly it is gone and she reaches the quay, following her eyes downcast, the legs of the woman in front of her, kitten heels and mud spattered stockings………………..
The weather is abruptly muted as she walks into a building set by the quayside, an ugly piece of 1960’s brutalism faced with dilapidated plastic sheets. It is warm, a long wood tiled room and she files forwards then sits on a long wooden bench aware of the woman next to her, and the one who sits after her, their bodies pressed together.
She looks up, on the other side of the room are a set of wooden tables behind which sit the immigration officers, Men in navy blue high collared uniforms reminiscent of bobbies in Sherlock Holmes films. They have whiskers, red faces, bald pates, spectacles, some thin and cadaverous, others corpulent and beery. Nikki lowers her eyes.
“ ANZEIGER !” calls one and a woman near the end of the bench stands. The caller beckons………………………………the woman moves forward.
“ Armstrong!” the next
Soon all ten tables have women standing at them talking in low voices, whilst the officials write on fluttering, rustling paper. One by one they leave through a door to the right……………
“Cornwell!” It is close for Nikki ……she sits more erect.
“Dorne!”
Nikki stands and walks to a vacant table. A thin man with pince nez, dark hair and a scowl.
“ Maid Dorne. “
“ Yes Sir “ she thrills a little as she says it.
“ You have completed all the necessary paper work, have you brought the psychiatrists and medical reports? “
“ Yes Sir “ Nikki reaches into the bag, pulls out the letters, the file, her hands are shaking……………………………………………….she drops them.
She bends at her knees to pick them up , scoops them from the aromatic polished wooden floor – a financial analyst, a graduate, shaking and flustered with paperwork!! – she blushes.
The man smiles indulgently.
“ Settle down maid Dorne, here give them to Me…………”
The papers shake in her hands as he takes them, she pushes her hands into the pockets of her coat.
He looks up.
“ Hands out of pockets if you will young lady!”
- Do not mistake kindness for softness –
“ Yes………………………….yes good. Good scores on the induction month I see…………….Good. All is in order My dear, through the door to your left please, leave the passport here you will not be needing it again. And welcome to New Victoria!”
She lowers her eyes to the ground and leaves the room. Beyond it is a corridor one side of which is glazed showing the windswept and drenched quayside buildings. The rain lashes at the glass and hisses through gaps in the card thin walls.
At the far end a woman stands. She turns as the door hisses closed behind her.
She is in her mid fifties, tall and her height is accentuated by her hairstyle, a bouffant beehive of platinum blonde, framed in the red silk lined cowl of her black PVC maxi trenchcoat. A thin face and a small, retrousse nose, pierced by a large steel ring in the central pillar which partially touches her top lip. Nikki stares at it, this is what she wants, the sign of submission - of ownership.
" Maid Nikki Dorne? "
Nikki nods.
" Welcome my dear, I am maid Estella, we have spoken by email I think. "
" Yes sister. "
The woman is smiling. She walks towards Nikki, heels clicking, coat slithering and sussurating, arms wide and then embraces her. She presses her breasts above Nikki's and whispers in her ear. Her breath is warm, her perfume musky. Nikki feels the metallic smoothness of the ring on the lobe of her ear.
" Excited little one?"
Nikki nods
" Yes sister Estella, very. "
Estella places a hand at the back of her head and pushes a little until Nikki's face is pressed onto the smooth coldness of her shoulder, she strokes Nikki's hair, running her fingernails over the nape of her neck at each stroke. Thrilling!
Nikki is increasingly aroused.....and Estella senses it, embraces her tighter.
" I am sure we will get along VERY well maid Nikki." she whispers again and the heat, the warmth of the words makes the girl feel a dribble of arousal at her cunt.
Slowly Estella loosens her arms and takes a step back, her coat and clothing crackling softly.
" Yes I am SURE we will, you are always Master's cunt first but I will have some enjoyment of you too.............quite a little pretty!"
" However to work child, we must make the pretty into a beauty worthy of Master - she must be dressed and prepared properly. We will get you fitted out appropriately for life here and then get you to your new home."
She is all bustle and business.
" The coat you may leave here..............I brought a cape to make you more acceptable on the journey. "
She lifts a bright red garment from the bench next to her, a slithery, slippery, shiny assault on the eyes. Nikki recognises it is a hooded cape.
She removes her coat revealing a white blouse and calf length silk skirt. She folds her woollen coat, leaves it on the bench.
Estella then lifts the cape and guides it into place over Nikki. It is tight at the shoulders and then falls straight. It is constricting, there are no arm slits or fastenings at the front.
" You should grip your arms behind your back sister.............." prompts Estella.
" I have been practising sister " Estella nods her approval but has to kneel to pull the hem to the floor, covering Nikki's three inch heeled shoes.
The older woman then stands in front of her and tightens the high collar about her neck, the tight hood over her head and finally places a storm flap over Nikki's lower face, all fastened with poppers.
She stands back then walks around the girl tugging at the PVC.
" It is what all the " maggots" wear when they arrive. You may see some on our walk to the costumier, it marks you as a new arrival, ensures you don't run away AND it covers your face demurely"
She giggles and places a hand to Nikki's red plastic covered cheek.
" Not that this little doll would ever want to run away..........eh?"
" Never sister " says Nikki, but her voice is muffled, the fabric coverng her mouth is tight, already hot and moist.
Estella lifts the girl's bag and places it over her own shoulder, places her own storm flap of shining black PVC over her lower face and leads Nikki from the building.
The wind has abated a little but the rain is still intermittent. Nikki finds walking in the cape a little difficult as it effectively hobbles her steps, slowing her. Estella is not so hampered but she remains by her side adjusting her progress to Nikki's.
Leaving the docks they see a crocodile of women in the red " maggot " capes being escorted up the gently sloping street ahead of them by the Sisters of the Rubber Convent in their black SBR cloaks.
" You are lucky you have a position sister. They are brutal those women. "
Nikki nods. She knows all about the Latex Sisters, for she has read assiduously about every aspect of NV life. It was her first choice of course but....................
The houses and old factories closest to the docks are derelict for the most part and it is indicative that the two women are walking. Visitors and tourists have been whisked away swiftly by taxis or the tram service to the centre of town. Only female residents walk.
Gradually they climb and the ramshackle gives way to the complete, houses become larger and are obviously occupied as soft lights shine from them. It is getting darker and Nikki has glimpses of NV life through the uncurtained windows.
On the streets there are now more pedestrians. Women walk in pairs as she does with Estella, invariably arm in arm. She knows a woman on her own is a shocking thing, showing independence and often being picked up by the police as a result. There are some couples. The Men walking in front, the women struggling to keep up with them. The fashion seems to be for bustled, hobble skirted, tight dresses and a bent kneed, half trot the only way for a woman to remain in step with her Master.
There are some Men together. Their profiles tall, black, sombre. Top hats accentuate their height, cloaks stop at the hips showing thin trousers or tight jodhpurs and jackboots below, all in black or dark coloured leather. Some pass and as they do Estella and Nikki curtsey, the former deeply, the latter with some difficulty in the hobbling cape.
" A new maggot I see. " Comments one as they pass, placing a finger to the brim of his top hat.
" Fresh meat rather. " says the other and they laugh.
Finally there are sights that jar the nerves of a visitor unused to the ways of NV. They see one of the Latex Brotherhood a corpulent man in a floor length SBR mackintosh over black latex boots pulling two women behind him on chain leashes. Each wears a totally enveloping black rubber burquah which effectively dehumanises them both, deep blacks collar at the neck pulling in the slithering fabric making them like animated shining pawns which in a sense they are. Nikki sees ballet heeled boots peeping under the hems.
As He passes he gives a short bow.
" Good afternoon maids." He smiles. Estelle and Nikki curtsey in return, standing to one side of the pavement to allow him to pass.
Aware of their eyes he yanks again at the leashes in his hand brutally and one of the women stumbles forward and falls. It is obvious her arms are secured in some way beneath the all encompassing rubber for she makes no attempt to save herself and her smothered face hits the pavement. The other is jerked suddenly to her knees, head half turning, blind and unaware of the reason for the halt.
" Up object! " He yanks at the woman's leash and she tries to rise, legs struggling to find some leverage. He kicks at her legs and they both hear a muffled yelp. They see her struggle to get up, hampered by her companion.
" Walk on Nikki " whispers Estelle, guiding her away.
Behind them they hear His curses increase in volume and they hear the FFWHHEEP! of a lash as he frenziedly beats the fallen woman.
Finally they reach the centre of town. All the shops are lit , butchers, greengrocers, a Bank, gentlemen's leather outfitters, shoe shops, restaurants, women's clothing shops, slave tack, a bar or two. The street is wide, the lighting adequate for the first time.
They stop outside a large emporium occupying almost a block, above the plate glass windows showing the latest in women's NV fashions the name - Diana Campbell.
Estelle leads Nikki not through the main doors but down the side of the building. They enter at a sign saying. " SINGLE MAIDS ", they are not allowed through the entrance without a male.
They are met by a square faced woman with short blonde hair, a high necked pale blue satin blouse with long buttoned cuffs, a deep triple buckled belt and tight calf length skirt of black patent leather over matching knee boots with 6 inch stilleto heels.
" Master Archer's new maid?" Estelle nods.
" Come with me if you will sisters."
She leads them downstairs to a basement area. A large room half one side of which is mirrored showing the three women as they descend and walk to a circular banquette in the middle of the burgundy carpeted floor. Adjacent to the mirror is a series of red tiled showers, the red plastic curtains drawn. Beyond that a hairdressing area is set out on a black and white tiled floor, the remaining burgundy walls are hung with clothing. Dresses, skirts, blouses, underwear, boots, shoes, the majority in fine silks, satins and taffetas but Nikki does spot PVC and some latex.
As if reading her thoughts the woman speaks, she has a faint East European accent.
" The Rubber Brotherhood have their own outfitters sister, we cannot meet some of their exacting requirements but many of the Masters like latex, increasingly so in fact such is the influence of the Brotherhood. You will be tired so I will order some refreshments. First though if you would be kind enough to remove all clothing and take a shower. Be so good as to help me Estelle, we must remove the maggot sleeve from her."
" Certainly Magda."
So the two women tug at the hem and lift the garment off Nikki, the older carefully folding it whilst Nikki removes her clothes and walks towards the showers, hair dishevelled.
" Throw them into the bin at the side, shoes as well. I take it your cunt has been clean shaven?"
Nikki turns as she unbuttons her blouse.
" Yes sister. "
" You will see some depilatory cream in the cubicle, follow the instructions and use it liberally. It may sting a little."
Nikki nods. Her natural obedience is enhanced by the clothes the woman wears. Leather is reserved for those in control, all Men by right but very few women have a status that entitles them to it. Magda must be a person of some great influence.
She pushes her clothing into the basket at the side of the shower that which, in some ways is the last of her old life, deliberately thrown away to allow her to realise her dreams. Her sister had called it throwing away her life for some sick need to serve Men. Her friends found her need disgusting, or so they said. Subversive.
Nikki finds it entirely natural and now she feels comforted and happy in the presence of women who share her feelings.
Three hours later she is feeling even more relaxed. Her hair has now been bleached strawberry blonde, cut to shoulder length and set in a Doris Day style turned under at the tips and lacquered into immobility. The same young girl who had set her hair has also applied her makeup. A pale foundation, equally light salmon pink lipstick on outlined lips. Doe eyeliner upswept at the corners, thick false eyelashes and pale brown eye shadow which gives her an anaemic appearance. The small cakes and herbal tea laced with viagra given her as refreshment whilst her hair was set have made her insides warm and promoted a tingling in her lower belly.
She is standing now in front of a seated Estelle with the woman Magda behind her, lacing her into her corset.
Estelle has removed her coat and is perched now on the red velvet banquette wearing a black taffeta blouse, lined in red silk, the collar turned up to frame her collared neck. The blouse has 3/4 length cuffed sleeves over tight black PVC gloves. The skirt is of the same material with a high waist secured over obviously severe corsetting with steel buckled straps from the sternum to the lower belly, there the skirt flows out into an A line.
" I saw that you have been using the training corset maid Dorne. American yes? "
" Yes sister."
"That is good, but I am afraid Master Archer likes His corsetting a little more severe..........eh Estelle?" She is chortling and Nikki sees that Estelle is smiling thinly too.
" Your corset is literally your foundation my dear. "
The two halves of the red satin garment are pulled tight at her back, the shaped busk begins to push into her belly and chest, cold at first and then warming.
" It constricts." Nikki hears the laces being pulled through, she feels the woman press against her back, her satin covered breasts soft, she whispers in Nikki's ear.
" Restricts ." and now Nikki feels the first pressure as the laces are tightened.
" Shapes and forms and holds the body as Master would." Now the garment is compressing her body quite harshly.
" Master Archer favours a more conical profile for the body tapering to the waist and accentuating the hips rather than the traditional wasp waisted garment. Still I believe you will find it testing enough!"
Magda wrenches at the laces and Nikki's waist is uncomfortably compressed. She grunts.
" Arms above you now girl and grip the bar whilst I lace you properly."
Nikki grips the steel bar suspended from the low ceiling and Estelle stands, her skirts sussurating and hissing, smooths the garment down over her hips and tugs at the corset front to seat it properly on Nikki's body.
At the top two semi conical steel half cups covered in red satin are designed to push up their burden and thrust them lasciviously towards the viewer, Estelle lifts each breast to seat it comfortably in a subtle notch at the cup front but uses one slippery thumb to rub at the nipple as she does so. In response Nikki's mouth opens a little and the nubs themselves harden.
The corset tightens even more and Nikki begins to have great difficulty breathing as the triple steel boning presses into her body, her breasts are now rising and falling as she inhales and exhales from the upper body alone.
" This corset is designed to control and restrict Maid Dorne, to limit movement and give discomfort. It defines you here, a permanent restriction on mobility. Worn 24 hours a day."
" Now!
To !
Finish !
Off ! " The final yanks on the laces from behind make Nikki stagger back. Magda's hand in the curved small of her back repositions her.
" Bring your hands down girl."
Nikki feels the woman knotting the laces and passing them around her now terribly constricted waist, her satin blouse brushing Nikki's shoulder blades.
" Your maids normally cut these at Master's house for a truer line, replacing them everyday I think, eh Estelle?"
" But as these will need tightening again in an hour or so and I am leaving them "
Nikki stands, legs a little apart, aware of the wetness in her stinging cleft cooling as the air meets it. Hands on hips concentrating on her breathing. She looks down to the floor.
" Sloppy posture My dear." sighs Magda.
" But the collar and shoulder straps are designed to correct THAT little laziness."
" Assist me please Estelle."
Estelle moves behind Nikki, her smooth skirts brushing against her naked calves. At the outside of each cup two wide satin straps rise and are positioned over her shoulders. Nikki feels them tighten as the two women pull on them and her lower back curves even more as her breasts are thrust higher, the nipples now pointing at the ceiling.
Finally the collar in matching red satin, steel boned precisely as the corset but front laced in black as the back is also attached by a strap to laces at the top of the corset behind her.
Whilst Magda tightens that fixing Estelle moves in front of her and laces it tight.
Nikki finds she cannot turn her head from side to side, forced now to only look straight ahead. Nor can she look down apart from lowering her heavily mascarered eyes. Her lips feel full and pouting, tingling slightly, her whole body is warm.
" There now!" Both women stand in front of her and study her.
" Acceptable Magda."
" You find it too hard my dear?" Smiles Estelle placing a hand to her constricted and rigid neck.
" It will get FAR harder!" She sneers.
Nikki is aware that the rest of her dressing must be carried out by others. She can bend a little at the waist but her knees are beyond her reach. It is Magda who now kneels to roll her black silk stockings up her legs, and attaching them to the eight suspender tabs set in the hem. Before finishing she presses her fingers into Nikki's cunt, streaming now and she idly twists them.
Nikki mews, clitoris tingling, vagina hot and hungry.
" Don't worry sister dear, I have just the thing for that little place."
She turns and brings something up to Nikki's face to show her.
A two and a half inch wide, twenty two inch long steel rod, the top a series of steel balls. Eight inches lower than the tip there are two D rings set into the surface. Magda kneels again and press the tip to Nikki's cunt. It is cold and terribly smooth, Magda rubs it slowly up and down the slit between labia majora and then up to her clitoris, round the hood and then pushes it back to press it hard to the little clitflesh.
Nikki screams and finds Estelle gripping her forearms from behind.
" This is the cuntbar that you will wear everyday sister Nikki." she whispers into her ear.
" A perpetual reminder of what your purpose is in life. Woman is born to suffer and give pleasure to Man in her suffering. Woman must always be ready for use. Wet and gaping............eh bitch?"
Nikki tries to nod. She cannot. Her lips are dry.
" Yesssss ssssister." She is shaking, teeth clenched as Magda pushes the cuntbar further into her, opening her inner lips, twisting it.
" May I cum sister Estelle? Please."
" Not yet darling............" Estelle holds her tighter.
The rod is now in her, filling and slowly warming, Magda runs a short thin chain from Another D ring set in the front of the corset at her pubis and to one of the rod's sides. Clips it tight and then reaches back to between her buttocks to get the matching chain at the back. A click, she stands.
" Don't move sister, press your legs together. You think she control it Estelle?"
" I am not sure, the bitch is obviously a natural but she will have to learn. Nikki, do NOT peak. We have not finished by a long chalk. "
Nikki nods urgently. She must show that she can obey.
She is sweating, shivering in passion, her lips bloated, eyes wide.
Madga kneels again and presses her feet into the shoes of red PVC knee boots with 6 inch heels and then expertly laces them tight.
Nikki sways as her weight is placed on the stilletos. The rod moves within her slightly. She stops. She has some control now but is aware of a stream of cuntcream dribbling from her. Her thighs are wet and sticky with need.
Estelle meanwhile is no less urgently putting Nikki's fingers into her gloves, rolling the elasticised black plastic up her arms and lacing them tight at her armpits.
The two woman both help to dress her in her red silk blouse lined in black, Magda buttons it at the front, flips up the collar to match Estelle's own style and checks the cuffs on the 3/4 sleeves. Estelle smooths it down over her hips.
Nikki is electrified. The satin slipping over her nipples and bosomflesh, the slippery smoothness of her stockinged legs, THE ROD, her immobility, her choking collar, THE ROD! She is almost trancelike. Each sensation is part of the same submissive mantra.
The skirt is huge. Red PVC on the outside, lined with layers of black net and stiff taffeta cunningly cut to support the garment, flat fronted but with a pronounced flare from the hips and arse. It is positioned beneath her and with Estelle's help she steps into it. The rod twists within her to one side, the tip pressing hard against her vaginal wall.
" Oh Godaaaaaaaah!"
" Quiet bitch!" snaps Estelle.
She is panting as they lift it up onto her hips, lace it at the back and then tighten the attached five inch shaped black PVC belt onto her.
They move around her tugging clothing, smoothing it and then step back.
The attention slowly subsides.
They look at one another, nod.
" Walk to the end of the room and back sister and now you may cum."
Nikki takes a short breath and begins, she can see a stranger, a doll in shining red in a mirror far in front of her. The heels are very high and she would turn on her ankle if the boots were not reinforced at this point. She is effectively close to tiptoe. The skirts rustle and crackle as she begins, her hips sway far more than ever when she has corsetted before, at every step they reach far to one side and then............SNAP back in the other direction. It is this moment which moves the rod most within her. In addition as she walks her sticky thighs are twisting it within her ..............she cums.
Her hands fall naturally away from her sides and she lifts her finger tips as she has seen other NV women do, it actually helps her balance but she knows it also looks elegant.
She nears the mirror not recognising the figure she sees and turns, the sound is constant, a hissing, the wild rustle of Autumn leaves.
She cums again. Eyes wide. Panting.
She cums again.
Her vagina is red hot and bursting. This is a prolonged ecstasy she has NEVER experienced before. She reaches the two women who have changed her into this doll, this object for use.
Silently they are both clapping.
They embrace her.
" Welcome sister. " says Estelle and kisses her open mouthed, her tongue rasping inside Nikki's mouth. Her gloved hands gripping her face.
Estelle takes her arm and leads her from Campbells.
Nikki walks in a daze. She has never been so aware of her body and clothing, the corset's rigid and brutal embrace dictates her every breath as shallow, she pants even whilst walking. The petticoats of her full skirts rustle and hiss at her every step, the deep collar and the straps on the corset pull her head back and push her breasts upwards. The rod within her cunt, swinging at every step between her legs and transmitting that movement to the walls of her vagina sends shivers through her body.
Her lips are full and engorged. She is totally sexually aware and alert to every stimulus. When they climb the low steps into the High Street she almost faints with sexual arousal. But it is more than the simple act of filling her cunt, she is a submissive woman in a world where there is a place for them, where her clothing is a reminder of her status, where she feels for the first time in her life naturally feminine. THIS is what she had dreamed of all her life, what she had prayed for, prayed for literally when she was a young girl.
Master's home is a huge Victorian mansion only 100 yards up a side street, looking down onto the town. The two women crunch up the short gravelled drive and climb the steps to the front door, Nikki is slower as the rod within her presses hard against her vaginal walls and when she ascend she grunts at every step, Estelle smiles at her. The door is opened light flooding into the street, by a servant girl in a black satin maid's uniform dress and pinafore.
Estelle walks past her into the hallway.
" Good evening ellie, "
" Good evening Miss, may I take your coat?"
Estelle turns to face her and the girl unfastens the buckles at the coat front. Estelle turns to Nikki.
" The servants will dress and undress you sister from now on." She turns and allows the girl to slip the coat from her, folding it over her arm.
Nikki now faces the girl and the process is repeated.
" Master will see you now Miss Estelle. " The girl says and takes Nikki's slithering red PVC mac from her.
" Upstairs or downstairs ellie? "
" Upstairs Miss Estelle, He is giving Miss Selina some instruction."
At this Estelle raises an eyebrow.
Estelle kneels and lifts Nikki's skirts, the watching maid looks confused.
" She has a cuntbar in ellie and you know what Master will probably do to her when she meets Him for the first time."
The girl nods and abandoning the coats helps Estelle lift the petticoats and skirt high as the kneeling woman unclips the cuntbar from the corset front, it slithers out of Nikki's cunt and as she grips the cum coated steel with one hand she deftlyy removes the back clip with the other.
Estelle straightens up to see that Nikki is standing with her hands on her hips, gradually regaining some of her mental equilibrium without the constant vaginal stimulus. Estelle hands the cuntbar and straps to the maid.
" Very cuntwet Miss Estelle isn't she?" the girl smirks.
Estelle is stony faced in reply.
" Get it cleaned ellie and make sure it is upstairs in our rooms soon. She will need it tonight. "
On either side of the front doors are mirrors and Estelle turns to check her appearance, makes some minor adjustments, then turns to Nikki. She smoothes down her skirts, tightens the belt and moves it a little, tugs at her hair and hastily reapplies some lipstick.
Nikki looks into the mirror as Estelle adjusts and pouts at herself.
The hallway is tiled and their heels echo on the ceramic as they walk to the stairs and then are muffled by the thick carpet on the ascent. Nikki remembers to lift her skirts at the front to avoid tripping on them.
It is then they hear a scream. A short yelp and then a single sob of agony. A woman's scream.
Nikki is instantly sexually aroused again and she feels her nipples harden. She shivers.
They walk to a large pair of doors to the right of the landing, an entrance made for a previous age when women also wore long and wide dresses and now totally appropriate again.
Estelle knocks softly on the panelled oak.
" Come! "
Estelle opens the doors and walks in head bowed, Nikki follows.
Inside the room they both execute deep curtseys, staring at the floor, skirts billowing around them and arms outstretched. They wait, calves straining.
" No Selina you silly girl! " Master's deep voice has humour, admonishing but not angry - merely amused.
" Loosen the wrist at the last moment, how many times have I shown you now? Dear Me poppet you are such a silly doll!"
There is a pause. He waves an arm without looking round.
" Arise girls! Look watch Me one last time, it is getting very late and I have to see to the new woman."
Nikki watches Estelle from the corner of her eye and times her ascent from the curtsey to be slightly behind that of the older woman, she sees that when standing Estelle has folded her ams behind her, pushing her breasts further forward and is looking straight ahead. She mimics the pose and is aware of a slight nod of pleasure from Estelle.
The room is large and high, carpeted in dark red with matching full height curtains at the far end. To one side three red leather sofas surround a low dark wood coffee table, on the other a steel and red wood table with a drawing board set up on it, scattered with artist's pencils and brushes.
In the centre of the room are three figures. In the centre a naked girl, head bowed, her arms pulled above her by thick leather cuffs and secured to a steel cable itself fixed to a pulley in the ceiling. The girl has been crying and even now sobs convulse her body, from her nose a thin dribble of mucous sullies the thick steel nose ring hanging onto her upper lip, she is thin and her prominent ribs are accentuated with every gasp. She is collared of course, her black sweat soaked hair caught up in a pony tail. Nikki cannot help but notice her pronounced overbite but spends more time studying the thick red abrasions and blue welts that cover her body.
To the left is a young girl in her mid teens holding the instrument of chastisement, an ivory leather dressage whip of about 3 foot in length with a pearl handle. The girl is tiny with long platinum blonde hair shaped into a loose chignon on her head, an elfin face, blue eyes and tiny pointed ears. She is wearing a cream silk nightgown edged in black lace beneath a matching negligee, her nipples are hard and obvious beneath the soft silk. She takes a brief look at Nikki and then disregards her..
On the right is Master Archer. A tall man in his late fifties with dark blonde hair, a square face and rimless glasses. He is dressed in a black leather high necked frock coat over a grey silk cossack shirt and tight black leather trousers tucked into jackboots.
Nikki's stomach has butterflies, she is aware again of wetness springing from her cunt and she is shivering. It takes an effort to stop her teeth chattering or grinding in desire..
" Now watch Me Selina!" Master steps forward and takes the whip from the girl.
He turns sideways on to His target who it is obvious is there merely for the girl to learn an effective whipping technique. She closes her eyes and her mouth tightens in expectation of the pain.
Master takes His arm back and then begins to move it forward in slow motion at the last moment he stops His arm and very very slowly moves His wrist forward. The whip gently touches the girl's flesh but she starts as if the blow had been real.
Selina laughs at her reaction, steps forward and takes the long thin whip from her Father. She takes a matching position and starts with the tip of the whip on the slight rise of the girl's buttocks.
She moves until her arm is outstretched and then brings it back.
Her little face showing intense concentration, the tip of her tongue visible at the corner of her mouth she slashes across viciously.
FFFFWHHHEEEPPPP!!
The whip sears into it's target.
" AAAAANNNHHHHH!
The girl screams then twists in her bonds, one leg raised in pain, face contorted in pain she hisses.
" Thank ......you...... Miss."
" It went wrong again!"
Selina throws the dressage whip to the floor and stamps one satin muled foot, she sullenly crosses her arms the very picture of an angry little madam.
" It is different for you Father, you are a Man! You are stronger and bigger, I can't do this!"
Master Archer walks to her and takes her gently into His arms, her cheek resting on the middle of His chest, He strokes her hair..
" It is not a question of being small Selina."
" When you are married you will have to run a household and punishment is very important for discipline. You know that." He kisses her forehead lightly.
" Estelle is small too but she is an excellent whiphand. Let her show you, I have to see to the new girl."
" If you will Estelle."
Estelle courtseys again.
" As you please Sir."
" Are you going to fuck the new girl Father?" Selina asks as He disengages Himself from her embrace.
She looks at Nikki now.
" It is just that Mummy has been prepared and is waiting for you."
Master Archer turns.
" I will see your mother later young lady and what I do with this girl is none of your business."
He walks to Nikki and stands facing her hands on hips, Nikki bows her head, she can see her own bosom rising and falling in short pants, the red silk over her breasts crinkling and shimmering.
Estelle walks to Selina and takes the dressage whip from her.
" I have an idea Miss."
Master studies His new acquisition, He reaches out a hand and tugs the collar of her blouse up a little on one side.
Estelle meanwhile embraces Selina from behind and makes the girl grip her right wrist to follow her arm as she uses the dressage whip. She goes through the motion of whipping, the girl is obviously enjoying herself, smiling now and whispering to Estelle.
" New girl. Name?"
" Maid Dorne Master, Nikki Dorne."
" Nikki will have to change, far too masculine for a pretty woman like this one. The girl was named Nicola?"
" Yes Master. I thank you Sir."
" Then Nicola it is from now on, excited at being in New Victoria Nicola?
FWWWHEEPP!
" UNNNHH.......................Thank you Miss" The words are hardly audible the suspended girl is losing strength and is close to losing consciousness.
The pair have landed a cut across the naked victim's shoulder blades. Selina is rubbing her silk covered back against Estelle's breasts and body as she is embraced in her arms in kittenish sexual play.
Nicola is having difficulty concentrating, the sounds of the whipping and the immediate proximity of her Master, the corsetting, the sexual arousal have made her weak.
She sways a little.
FFFWWWWWWHHHEEP!
" Aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn" The scream is louder.
" I did it Father! Estelle helped me but I did it!" Selina turns to kiss Estelle on the lips.
" Thank you Estelle you are SO clever!"
" Kneel Nicola. " Master is smiling. He turns to His daughter.
" Well done poppet. Now Estelle will help you remember. Only a few more minutes My dear, it is very late and there is school tomorrow"
Nicola obeys, lifting her skirts to prevent them being caught beneath her and slowly sinking to the carpet at His feet, the corset shifts as she kneels and her neck is further compressed in the collar.
" Thank ..........you..........Miss " The girl whose pain exults Selina so much is close to fainting in pain. Her body writhes, glossy with painsweat, Nicola can smell her.
Master Archer stand closer to her, His groin at her face. and now the aromatic smell of his leather clothing fills her nostrils. She can hear the subtle creak of the material as it stretches over His body, her mouth dry with desire.
" Excited Maid Dorne? " He is grinning at her, drops a hand to her chin and lifts it.
" Yes MM..Master." Nicola blushes as she looks up at Him but allows some of her head's weight to be supported by Master's hand.
He strokes her cheek with one thumb.
" Wet cunt." It is a statement but still Nicola replies.
" Yes Master. Very wet Master."
FWWHHHEEEEP!
FWWWHEEEEP!
FFFWWWHHHEEEEPPPP!!!
Selina is now brutally whipping the girl who hangs limp and unmoving. She moves around the body whilst holding Estelle's hand, pressing it now against the silk above her pubis, rubbing it against her. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, her nipples are rigidly erect. Estelle is smiling, studying every cut and the flecks of blood now being drawn, sometimes whispering a comment into Selina's tiny ear.
" Enough Selina! It is time, the girl is unconscious. They should always be aware when they are given pain remember. As it is the bitch will take days to get over this."
Selina pouts and turns to her Father. The dressage whip droops slowly to the floor in her hand.
" Please Father may I continue with this in my rooms? May Estelle stay with me?"
" No!" His voice has taken on a harder edge. Selina recognises it and bows her own head in acquiescence
" Very well Father."
" Come here girl and say goodnight. "
Selina obeys, she embraces her Father, her arse in Nicola's face deliberately emphasising the kneeling girl's lack of status and her annoyance at her for taking her Father's attention.
He kisses her forehead and as she walks away he slaps her behind, she turns her head and smiles at Him.
" Mummy is waiting Father. Can I watch when you have her?"
Master Archer shakes his head.
" For the hundredth time no Selina."
" Then can I watch you have this one? Please Father"
" Selina! No, you may watch other Masters use their maids but not Me. Seeing My punishment of your mother or My other women is perfectly acceptable, in fact laudable, but not this. If you really wish I will arrange a few visits to friends houses and you can study their fucking methods with their maids. Just NO involvement, your little cherry is far too valuable and the first Man who takes it will keep you the rest of your life." Then in exasperation.
"How many times have I told you this girl? Now scoot!"
The girl leaves, swaying her behind, leaving the door open behind her.
" Estelle close the door."
He looks down at Nicola now and very slowly His hands move to a triangular flap of leather over His genitals that Nicola can see hides a mouthwatering erection. He undoes the silver buckles holding it in place and lowers it.
His prick is rigid, straight, circumcised, thick. His scrotum is large, the puckered flesh twisting as Nicola looks at it as the colder air circulates around it. On the black silk lining of the crotch flap now hanging between His legs she can see snail trails of lovejuice.
The smell of His arousal is overpowering to Nicola, she is aware that since His daughter left the room His mood has changed.
" Estelle, on knees next to the new slut!"
Estelle joins Nicola and obeys, her skirts softly clicking as they fold around her. He turns slightly towards the older woman.
" Show the bitch how obeisance is displayed properly."
The politeness and manners have vanished with the sadistic young girl. His voice is lower and far more intimidating for that, the laughter has disappeared.
Esteel leans forward and slowly, lovingly, adoringly kisses the tip of His prick, her eyes closed in joy, the large ring through her nose falling onto His belly.. She closes her lips over it sucking gently before lowering her mouth and kissing the length of his rod to the base. She nuzzles into the scrotum, inhaling and licking.
He waits a minute or to as she remains still, filling her lungs with His smell.
He turns.
Nicola has to stretch and the collar hinders her as she tries to get her mouth to the glans. She leans slowly forward and kisses the warm, slick, aromatic flesh her eyes closed. If her eyes were open she would notice a dribble of precum ooze gently from the prickhead. She closes her lipstick waxed lips over it and sucks, tasting the salty, musk skin but also Estelle's mouth.
The kisses she gives to His prick are genuinely adoring, life changing, as she moves down until her nose rests in the hair and puckered flesh of His balls.
" Now together girls!"
They both feel His hand twist in their hair, yanking their heads into his control, He turns them to face each other and presses them to His member.
He watches, hands on his hips as they work together, Estelle is practised and and by nudging Nicola's nose with her own she comunicates that they should both open their mouths and kiss and lick into each other holding the prickflesh between them rising and falling on the shaft.
" Ennh" Master's grunt of pleasure sends an ecstatic thrill through Nicola. She feels one of Estelle's hands grip her wrist and raise it from her lap to His balls, she senses the woman's fingers lightly running over the ridged surface and she does the same.
Their focus is total and it is long minutes before He grunts again. Nicola's face now smells of lipstick, powder, foundation, precum, piss, male musk, and the saliva and lovejuice is crusting her lip edges.
" Faster "
Again His hands are in their hair, setting an increased rhythm then gripping at the napes of their necks.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
" Unnhgh "
Now He holds them both still.
" Open wide sluts................ feeding time!"
Nicola opens her eyes in time to see a spurt of thick creamy white sperm shoot from his rod into her face, then another huge eruption which blinds her, Master rubs His prick over her skin, smearing the spunk over her and pushing it into Nicola's nose.
" Lick it all up slut!"
Hungrily Nicola obeys, running the tip of her tongue around her mouth, sucking it in in viscous streams.
He chuckles.
" Help the bitch Estelle."
Estelle obeys and her mouth is now upon Nicola, sucking far more efficiently, far more practised. Nicola is terribly aroused every nerve sensitive and grinding her teeth in cunt need.
" A very pretty performance for a beginner Nicola slut, Estelle will no doubt teach you how to perform better in the future, she is a good teacher." Nicola nods, eyes downcast again, feeling the drying sperm solidifying and pulling the skin of her face taut.
" I think she deserves some thanks don't you? I feel a cuntlicking would be an excellent way to show appreciation whilst I take some refreshment. "
He turns and Nicola is surprised to see that His erection has only slightly softened, His prick now at the horizontal but still thick and straight.
Estelle lowers herself to lay on her back and lifts her hissing, whispering skirts to expose herself, staring at the ceiling, giving no clues to the younger woman as to how to proceed.
Nicola thinks that to stimulate her cunt she will either have to straddle the woman in a 69 or lay flat on her front herself. It is the latter she adopts, feeling instinctively that the other position is inappropriate for her position, with it's association of superiority and mutuality.
It is intensely uncomfortable as she lowers herself forward her tits are terribly compressed within their semi rigid cones of a brassiere, her belly is further pressed and her full bladder makes her squeal. Nicola has miscalculated her position she has to shuffle forward to get her face to Estelle's cunt.
" Arse in the air Nicola! You stupid slut. Face down."
Nicola obeys.
The woman pulls away the last taffeta covering and Nicola stops for a second, raising herself on her arms she looks down and studies her task, heart pounding.
The woman has silver grommets running the length of both labia minora and majora, the inner lips are linked with small silver rings to the outer and those are themselves attached to thicker steel chains running to her suspender tabs. As a consequence when she languidly opens her legs wider, they are pulled open like a flower, There is a deep well of wetness in between her labia minora as her vagina pumps lubricant mking her ready for use
.
Nicola realises that every step the woman takes will tug at her cuntlips and that when Master wants her He need only force her legs wide to have the cunt ready itself for His entry. As a consequence of course the lips are stretched but by nowhere near the amount Nicola would have expected in a woman this age, unless they are recent.
" I have her recut every year." Says Master, reading her mind and getting closer, standing behind her now. She shivers.
" Labia trimmed and repierced, quite an annual event now eh Estelle?"
" Indeed Master." whispers Estelle and something in her tone tells Nicola it is not a thing she looks forward to.
In the clitoris hood is a huge steel ring which the girl knows she will have to negotiate when sucking at the long nub, now peeping out and oozing wetness.
Nicola lowers her face to her work.
Estelle is dribbling wetness, Nicola begins by running her erect tongue the length of the labia, over the clitoris and then nudging the ringed hood. Above her Estelle moans, she lowers her face and now rubs the tip of her nose onto the clitoris, judging from the jerks and sounds how well she is succeeding.
She sucks at the labia majora, the steel grommets feeling strange in her mouth, then she bites on one and drags at it with her front teeth. Obviously Estelle enjoys this, Nicola nips at the flesh and is rewarded by her head being pressed down by one PVC gloved hand.
She runs along one cuntlip nipping and pressing her tongue into the vagina, Estelle tastes delicious, gloriously salty, she bites up the other side.
She continues for ten minutes alternating licking with teeth nipping.
Nicola senses rather than hears that Master has approached.
She nips at the clitoris gently pressing her gloved hands down on the woman's belly, her arms encircling her stockinged thighs, the silk of her blouse sliding over the nylons smoothly,
She starts as she feels something touch her back, then moans herself as she feels Master lift her own skirts and drape them over her back. She hears them hiss and sussurate as they are moved. It becomes dark and her thighs and cunt are suddenly cold, exposed.
" Legs together girl!" She hears Him faintly but obeys immediately.
Above her He is studying her exposed cunt, buttocks and hidden anus, in His hand a plaited crop. He taps the thick end onto her labia, presses it into the cleft and revolves it. When He withdraws it the end is sticky with cuntcream.
He looks again, considering having the labia outlined by tattooing. Conciderable pain of course if carried out the traditional way, the work of hours and the wounds would scab. Might be interesting to see what a fucking would feel like in those circumstances...............
Estelle is staring at Him intently, at His eventual nod she begins to writhe and buck, rubbing her own breasts with the heels of her hands for with that nod He has given her permission to cum.
She squeals, closes her legs tight pinning Nicola's head between her thighs, forcing her face into her. Master lays three rapid but very hard cuts with the crop on the pinned woman's buttocks.
FFWWWEEEP!
FFWWWEEEP!
FFWWWEEEP!
and it is this which makes Estelle cum, she grins and throws her head back in a rictus of pleasure as Nicola yelps in pain into the wet warmth of her cunt,
Master watches the welts define themselves and then rise slowly, a pure and pleasing red. The girl will whip well.
Now totally rigid again He kneels behind Nicola, He grips her hips and moves forward to run the tip of His prick onto her clitoris, nudging it. Then with one hand gripping His rod He guides it into her cunt, the glans slowly parting the cuntlips, penetrating her.
Nicola mews in pleasure, Estelle opens her thighs to release her but the girls face is still pressed into her own slit, her tongue moving weakly over the labia.
Master rams His prick full length into Nicola and twists His body to make her squeal. Then withdraws...................and begins a slow and very deep fucking. The girl is in a state of joyful delirium, there is only Master's prick.........and the corset..............and the collar.............and His prick............and the pain in her arse now becoming a glow of hot pleasure ..............and His hands on her waist pulling her onto Him................Master's prick.
Happy woman.
He reaches forward and she feels the warm leather of His thighs on the back of her own, sticky against her sweat, Leaning forward He grasps her shoulders in His hands, His weight is now on her back and again she feels the leather of His clothing slither over her upended skirts as He pulls her head up from Estelle and pumps harder into her.
" Thank you Master................................ thank you Master.............................thank you Master.............................thank you Master." At every thrust she pants her submission.
His rhythm is increasing and now He eases the girl back onto Himself until she is kneeling her body vertical, her legs forced wide by His body,
His hands now on one breast and her belly, her head falls back upon His shoulder and she stares at the ceiling through half closed eyes, panting between fat, blood filled lips. She automatically tries to help the thrusts by using her legs to lower and raise herself on Him but Master stops that by suddenly raising Himself and lifting her bodily from the floor.
He stands.
She is now impaled on Him by her own body weight. Her legs dangle uselessly as He lifts her and walks, each step grinds her clitoris harder onto the base of His shaft. she tries to reach behind her to hold Him but her arms are restricted in any movement by the corset, she flushes red hot.
She cums.
A cold shiver engulfs her body and she screams.
" Maaaaster!!"
He continues, and His hand now snakes to her clitoris and begins to pinch it, rolling the hood over the nub.
She cums again.
He is grinning.
" Responsive Nicolacunt, pleasing."
She cums again at His words.
Feeling her muscles tense in orgasm He walks to the desk and deposits her face forward onto it, Her hands move over the table surface weakly, He positions her with one hand pinning her in the middle of her back and now begins to fuck her brutally, fast. hard and in full animal lust.
As His belly hits her buttocks, her body held immobile against the desk there is a slap of leather against flesh.
The girl cums again.
Estelle meanwhile has crawled to kneel behind Him. She watches his ballsac swing at every cunt entry and reaches forward to cradle the scrotum in her PVC gloved hands. A minor service but one which she knows her Master adores.
He looks down at the girl beneath Him as another orgasm wracks her body, her face is turned to the right and from her slack mouth He sees a little dribble of saliva fall, her red silk blouse is dark with sweat and sticking to her flesh abover the corset. Again He grips her shoulders and now twists within her moving His prickhead against her vaginal walls until He is rewarded with a jerk of pleasure from her. He positions Himself to work on that area alone and she squeals at every thrust until she cums again grunting and closing her eyes.
Abruptly He withdraws, turns to Estelle who reaches up and rebuckles the leather crotchflap over His rigid prick.
Slowly Nicola, eyes glazed, brain pounding but emptied, open mouthed regains her senses. She lifts herself, turns and then falls to her knees beneath Him. She leans forward and places her lips to His boot embracing it adoringly in her hands and lovingly kisses the polished leather surface.
At this moment her adoration is absolutely total, there is NOTHING in her world but Master.
He turns on His heel and leaves the three women. Two kneeling, now embracing, Estelle smiling and stroking the girl's hair.
" Well done Nicola you pleased Him!"
" Thank you sister, thank you." She is still dazed and blonde.
She looks up and sees the whipped girl is looking at her with obvious envy. Is it for freedom? Or is it for the fucking by her Master?
