Discipline of the Private House (7 page)

When Julia was aroused, the bar rested on her tumescent clitoris. There was nothing Jem enjoyed more than playing with the little gold rod and watching Julia's face as desire overwhelmed her, softening her features, and made her mew like a kitten.

Jem's fingers teased Julia's pubic curls. 'Wider,' she said. 'I want you wide open.'

Julia pouted, and moved her right foot to rest towards the back of the arm of the chair. She drew up her left leg and placed her foot on the chair's seat.

'That's better,' Jem said. Her fingers explored. 'Now your wet little cunt is open and I can easily put my fingers inside. And if I reach a little further down - Ah! Here's my favourite secret place.'

Even after all this time, Jem thought, Jules still blushes and wriggles when I touch her anus. But then, I never tire of touching her there. Such soft skin in the channel between her buttocks. Such a deep, dark cleft, with the sensitive little hole almost out of reach.

Jem had long since tired of trying to find a way satisfactorily to whip Julia's anus: the guard commander's buttocks were so firm and round, and the valley between them so deep, that even with Julia's thighs stretched and bound far apart it was difficult to land blows accurately with anything wider than the flimsiest cane. Instead, Jem had devised more intricate punishments, and Julia carried always at her belt a leather drawstring purse containing, for Jem's sole use, a selection of small brushes, plugs and probes.

Now, however, Jem wanted the most intimate contact possible. Pushing her hand firmly between Julia's buttocks she began to rub and pinch between her fingertips the silk-soft crinkled skin.

Julia had slid from sitting on Jem's knees to a position almost lying across Jem's lap. Julia was the taller and stronger of the two women, but she was devoted to her Mistress; Jem's touches and kisses and whispered commands reduced her to childlike helplessness. Now Jem leaned over her friend and grinned in a predatory fashion as she placed cushions under Julia's head and shoulders. 'Kiss me, Jules,' she said, and lowered her lips on to Julia's. For several minutes she inhaled Julia's gasps and exclamations as her fingertips pinched and twisted Julia's most delicate tissues.

Jem looked up. The room was silent but for the crackling of the fire. The others were sitting or standing where they had been when Jem had summoned Julia but were no longer talking. In the dim light they must have been unable to see what Jem and Julia were doing. But they all knew Jem's predilections.

Jem felt Julia's lips nuzzling her left breast. She leaned forwards slightly and freed her hand momentarily from between Julia's buttocks in order to slide her thumb into the hot, wet tunnel of Julia's vagina. Jem laughed as she heard Julia groan, and then felt Julia's lips close about her nipple. Julia began to suck to the rhythm of the movements of Jem's thumb.

Jem shivered. She could feel her own juices leaking from between her shaved labia. She pushed her thumb harder and faster into Julia, making liquid noises that must have been audible throughout the room, while two of her fingers violated Julia's smaller opening.

'Use your teeth a little, and your tongue,' Jem whispered. 'Let's come together. And let's make a lot of noise.'

The idea of being heard in the throes of orgasm evidently excited Julia, as she began to pant and writhe on Jem's lap, thrusting her hips to meet Jem's invading thumb and fingers. At times Jem's nipple escaped Julia's mouth altogether; at other times Julia gripped the bud between her teeth and flicked it hard with her tongue.

Jem could bring herself off by caressing her own breasts; therefore being licked by her adored friend Julia, while she was thumb-fucking and finger-buggering Julia to orgasm, was more than enough to bring Jem to a climax. Her sensations became narrowed but very intense: the hot, tingling feeling that arced from her nipple to her loins; the sound of Julia's gasping breaths and indistinct vocalisations; the heavy, musky smell that Julia's body exuded when she was highly aroused; the rhythmic thrusts of her hand into Julia's sopping orifices.

The voices of the two women rose together in a confusion of stifled shrieks and guttural cries. And then silence reigned again, but for the panting of Jem and Julia and the hiss and crackle of the fire.

Jem shook her titian locks about her head, took a deep breath, and decided that the evening had improved yet more. She leaned forwards, cradling Julia's head, and kissed her friend's swollen lips. 'Don't stop, Jules,' she said, sufficiently loudly for the others to hear. 'Suck the other one. But first: ask me again.'

'Oh, Jem,' Julia groaned. 'Now?'

Jem merely smiled and stroked Julia's cheek. Her other hand moved, just slightly, just enough to remind Julia that it was still embedded in her. Jem waited. She knew that Julia didn't like being excited immediately after coming, but she knew also that the resulting second orgasm was never less than spectacular.

'Please play with it, Mistress,' Julia said.

Jem pulled her thumb from Julia's vagina and, pressing the ball of the thumb along the length of Julia's vulva, she allowed the pad to come to rest barely touching one of the little metal spheres that were the finials of the gold bar in Julia's prepuce. Julia shuddered. Jem began to move her thumb, very gently; she felt Julia's warm lips around her right nipple.

Jem allowed herself to enjoy dominating Julia for a little longer, pushing her fingers deeper to stretch Julia's sphincter while flicking the gold bar with her thumbnail, making Julia suck ever more desperately at her nipple.

Already Jem could feel a second orgasm building. She needed a distraction. She pulled her gaze from Julia's face and looked up.

'Rhoda,' Jem called out. 'Would you please suck Sebastian's cock? Don't let him come, though.'

Sebastian, tall and hook-nosed, folded his lean frame into an armchair. Rhoda, red-haired and buxom, promptly knelt between his legs and applied her mouth to his genitals. Jem could see the movement of Rhoda's head; the lower half of the woman's buttocks, beneath the hem of her short skirt, reflected the ruddy glow of the flames.

'Is that Lucy, standing in the corner?' Jem said. A tall blonde emerged from the shadows. 'Come and join in, Lucy. Take off that silly little dress and kneel next to Rhoda. Turn to face me; that's right. Now lift up Rhoda's skirt and give her a spanking.'

Just before the first crash of palm against buttock sounded loudly in the still room, Jem heard Rhoda's muffled cry of protest. Jem smiled. Rhoda preferred administering punishments to receiving them, and Lucy had a strong arm.

For a few moments Jem watched Lucy's hand lift and swoop, lift and swoop. Her thumb nudged Julia's piercing to the rhythm of Lucy's spanking. Julia shivered at each touch.

'You're hardly trying, Lucy,' Jem called out. 'Put your whole body into it. I want to see those big tits of yours really bouncing.' In the semi-darkness Jem could in truth see little of Lucy but' for her silhouette. It was clear from the loudness of the reports, however, that she was now smacking Rhoda with considerable energy. Other people had drifted from the edges of the chamber and were now standing, in twos and threes, in a loose circle around the chair in which Sebastian was slowly writhing and before which Rhoda and Lucy were kneeling. Even the servants had moved stealthily in from the shadowy corners, and were watching in awe as Rhoda the disciplinarian submitted to a blistering chastisement.

Jem's right nipple felt suddenly cold: Julia's face was no longer pressed against it. 'Would you like to spank me, Mistress?' Julia said. Her voice quivered; her body was trembling continuously as each slight movement of Jem's thumb induced a minor convulsion. Her unfocused eyes were hardly visible beneath her fluttering, lowered lids.

'No, darling. Not yet,' Jem replied. 'But turn to face the others. You can watch. I'll play with your bottom for a while.'

Julia smiled dreamily and turned slowly away from Jem, who allowed her fingers to slide from Julia's anus as Julia shifted on her lap. Jem leaned forwards and pressed her nipples into Julia's back. She teased Julia's dark tresses and nibbled and kissed her ear. Her right hand explored the familiar curves of Julia's rear, stroking, slapping and pinching the warm, firm flesh.

A tall figure was standing behind Lucy. Jem recognised Terence Headman, and was surprised to feel a shiver of apprehension. Headman had been her predecessor: the Master of the Private House. A peculiarly wilful Master.

I defeated him, Jem thought. Easily. Years ago. Most of these people helped me. Especially my dear Jules. Terence is as loyal as the rest of them now. He merely needed to be house-trained.

'Terence,' Jem said. 'Lean over and hold Lucy's breasts, please. Just a few more smacks, Lucy. I can't believe your arm's tired yet.'

And then she added, 'Terence, take Lucy's nipples between your fingers. Pinch them hard. I don't want her slacking.'

Why did I say that? Jem wondered. Lucy won't thank me, and it's no longer in Terence's nature to be cruel.

But it used to be, she reminded herself. She had been Terence Headman's plaything: at his mercy. He had treated her cruelly: careful doses of pain, pleasure and humiliation that were calculated to seduce her and bend her to his will. She had almost succumbed. She had been on the point of surrendering to a life of base subservience when Julia had come to the rescue.

She had never looked back. She had taken control, and she had been in control ever since. Even when she offered her buttocks or breasts to the whip, as she did from time to time because the sensations aroused her, she stipulated the conditions. But now, for the first time since she became Mistress, as she watched Lucy squirm with Headman towering over her, she remembered what it was like to be in his power.

She shook her head. That's enough, Lucy,' she said. 'And you, too, Terence. And Rhoda, you can remove your lips from Sebastian's cock. I imagine it's quite hard enough now.'

Jem allowed her performers only a brief respite before she rearranged them. Soon Sebastian was on his back on a couch, with Rhoda kneeling astride his face. Jem was enjoying herself hugely. She used her fingers to extract moans of pain from Julia as she gave instructions. 'Lean forward, Rhoda, until his nose is just touching your clitoris. Now ride him very gently.'

Next Jem ordered one of the servants to bring certain items. 'Lucy,' she said, 'use the cords to tie Rhoda's elbows to Sebastian's knees - separately, not together. The idea is to keep Rhoda in her position and to keep Sebastian's legs up and apart and out of the way - while you use the leather strap on his scrotum and his anus. Touch his penis from time to time; I want you to keep him ready to come.'

It was soon arranged. Rhoda's legs were splayed as she lowered and rotated her hips just above Sebastian's head, so that his aquiline nose brushed time and again against her most sensitive herves. Her reddened buttocks were rounded; her back was arched inwards as she was obliged by her bindings to lean forward. Lucy wielded the leather strap with leisurely precision; her upward flicks between Sebastian's buttocks were applied apparently at random, but Jem knew that Lucy was clever enough to add to Sebastian's pleasure by not allowing him to guess where the next blow would fall.

Now Jem stirred in the final ingredient. The lotion is for you, Terence. Apply it to Rhoda's anus and then sodomise her. I seem to remember you enjoy that.'

Headman looked towards her. Jem couldn't see the expression on his face, but she imagined him to be surprised. She was surprised herself.

Rhoda, oblivious to almost everything as she rode on Sebastian's face towards the summit of her ecstasy, started to protest only when she felt the warm bulb of Headman's erection pushing against her sphincter. Her exclamations were futile: her arms were tied, her climax was rolling towards her like a juggernaut, and Headman's long penis slipped into her easily.

Terence,' Jem called out, 'do try not to come until Rhoda starts to come. Be a gentleman. And Lucy: I think you should stop whipping Sebastian now. Kneel and put your tongue up his arse. I find he can't resist that. But keep hold of his cock until he comes. I think that it would be a nice touch if you could direct his semen on to Rhoda's face. After all, she's made use of his.'

Jem watched for a while, and then returned her attention to her darling Julia. But every now and then, as the panting and moaning of the performers continued in a crescendo, she glanced up to watch Headman as he thrust himself into Rhoda's rectum, his lips pulled back in a snarling grin.

The gymnasium was almost deserted. One attendant, sitting behind a desk at the entrance, idly addressing envelopes to while away the final hour of her shift; one middle-aged man struggling to lift weights. There was no one in or near the swimming pool; the changing rooms were empty.

It had occurred to Barat that he could have instructed Olena to come with him into the men's changing room; he could have invented a plausible pretext - something to do with having a duty to protect her. She would have believed him. But he had decided to restrain his burning urge to see her naked. He would have that pleasure soon enough: tonight, in her little room, when he would have her strip, expose herself, and bend willingly to let him touch and smack her round bottom.

Barat was glad that he had decided to remain in his robe. Swimming shorts would have been inadequate to conceal the stiff member jutting upwards from his loins.

Reflected light rippled dimly on the dark glass vault of the ceiling. The air was warm and moist. The silence seemed to murmur with the soft susurration of the liquid stirring in the pool.