His Mistress’s Voice (30 page)

Harriet came back into shot. She carried her riding crop. Tom remembered how he had briefly considered using something similar on Beth but had not done so. It looked as if he was now going to learn what her reaction to pain was. Harriet stood to one side so that Beth was in plain view.

She brought the crop down with a sharp crack across Beth’s stomach. Beth’s eyes flew wide open and she whuffed in pain and surprise. Harriet struck again, this time with an upward swing that caught the under slopes of Beth’s breasts. They bounced wildly and Beth let out a shriek. She was going red in the face and was jerking ineffectually at the ropes that held her. Her fingernails were biting into the flesh of her clenched hands. Harriet struck her again across her belly, perilously close to her spot – as the Victorians had coyly called it. Beth shrieked again and tried to twist away. The dildo Harriet wore was waving about in a most alarming manner as she laid into Beth with the riding crop. Harriet must have lubricated it because the bright lights picked out highlights. The effect was apparent to Tom as a spectator, but was lost on Beth, who had other things on her mind.

Harriet then dropped the crop and resumed her arousal of Beth by more orthodox means. Once more her nipples were teased until they stood up alertly until Beth was getting into the swing of things nicely. First the pleasure, then the pain, then the renewed arousal. It was the same routine Harriet had used on Tom, and he found himself with another erection he couldn’t do anything about as he watched the application of the same technique to someone else. Beth seemed to react well to both sorts of stimuli. Tom filed that fact away in case he got another chance with Beth in the future. At the moment he didn’t know if Harriet had done all this in order to drive Beth away and so get rid of a problem, or if she was merely putting Beth through her paces so that he would know the full range of her talents. Tom hoped it was the latter, but he’d have to wait and see.

Beth was breathing heavily again as Harriet continued to arouse her. Harriet had reverted to the two-handed approach that had been so successful on the previous occasion. Beth was thrusting herself backwards and forwards as far as the ropes permitted while Harriet’s finger moved in and out of her sex. The dildo, which appeared to be made of hard rubber, waggled about suggestively as Harriet worked on Beth. Tom was interested in seeing how she was going to use the instrument in anger, as it were.

Harriet must have reached the same conclusion at that point. She substituted the dildo for the finger she had been using inside Beth. With one hand – the other one was still busy with Beth’s tits – she guided the shaft between Beth’s thighs and allowed the head to prod her clitoris gently. Beth looked downwards at the unfamiliar touch and her eyes went very wide. It was hard to tell if she was alarmed, or merely eager. Harriet pushed harder and the shaft slid inside. Beth gasped in delight as it went fully home. Harriet now had both hands free to work on Beth’s nipples and breasts. This too had a salutary effect on Beth. Not to put too fine a point on it, she was becoming frantic as the hands on her breasts and the dildo inside her did their work.

Harriet began to pump faster, the wet shaft moving in and out between Beth’s straining thighs and Tom noticed something else. Harriet herself was gasping and showing all the classic signs of arousal as she worked over Beth. Amongst the in-and-out motions, Tom thought he detected something dark that showed momentarily between Harriet’s thighs. Was she using a double-ended dildo – one for you and one for me? Apparently she was. Or she was showing a remarkable degree of rapport with her victim.

The two of them were galloping towards their separate climaxes, Harriet varying the in-and-out motion with a rocking up-and-down motion which must have had the effect of bringing the dildo up against the clitoris (or clitori?) most decisively, if Tom could judge from the increasingly frantic motions and noises the two women were making. Harriet was grinding her own full breasts against Beth’s, using her fingers sometimes on herself, and sometimes on the other woman. Harriet abruptly stopped her play with breasts and nipples to put her arms around Beth, between her and the wall to which she was fixed. She tightened her embrace, holding them together breast-to-breast as the orgasms took them together and separately.

At last it was over, and Harriet withdrew, the dark shaft seeming to take an eternity to come all the way out. Beth hung from from her bound wrists, and Harriet sat down on the floor at her feet, the hard black shaft standing up incongruously between her thighs. She made no move to take it off. Like Beth, she was covered in a light sheen of perspiration, and her breathing was rapid. Tom had another sympathetic, and inaccessible, erection which showed no signs of going away. He wondered why he couldn’t keep it up so well in straight intercourse – not that he had had much of that lately. Enough of the other sort, though. This time Tom was able to spot the point where the tape had been cut and rejoined. There was a bright flash of light before the screen settled down to show the next scene. Again there was no indication of the passage of time between the different scenes. Apparently Harriet had turned off the time and date functions of the video camera. It might have been the same day, or the next, in the scene Tom saw. In any case, Beth had been taken down and rearranged. Now she was bent over a frame that resembled a bench in that it had four legs. Two of the legs though were shorter than the others, so that with her wrists tied to the bottom of the shorter legs, Beth’s bottom was thrust up invitingly into the air. Moreover, her ankles were tied to ringbolts in the floor so that her legs were spread widely and Tom could see her labia and the tight pink flower of her arsehole. She was blindfolded this time.

In the background Harriet was getting into the harness she had worn in the previous scene. It was more obviously now a double one. Tom watched as she slid the dildo into her sex and buckled the straps around her waist. Harriet was not the selfless dominatrix she sometimes purported to be. She obviously intended to get as good as she gave. The size of the thing Harriet was stuffing into herself gave Tom an instant feeling of inadequacy. That would be a hard act to follow – in several senses – if he ever got the chance.

Harriet approached Beth with the riding crop again. This time she was more invitingly presented, and Tom imagined himself in Harriet’s place, with Beth helpless under the lash. He wondered again just how strong was his own desire to inflict pain. Beth must have heard her approaching because she turned her head from side to side as if she were trying to guess Harriet’s intention by hearing alone. Harriet said nothing as she took up position behind Beth, between her legs and with all the exciting bits well within range. The exposed end of the dildo bobbed interestingly.

With the handle of the crop Harriet stroked and prodded Beth’s labia and arsehole. It wasn’t long before the instrument began to look wet, evidence of Beth’s arousal. Beth herself was moving her hips and bottom as if seeking contact with the instrument. Harriet spread Beth’s labia with her fingers and slid the crop slowly inside her sex. Beth sighed softly as she was penetrated. Harriet drew back and allowed the camera to record the sight of Beth with the riding crop thrust up her cunt. The shot was a lingering one, as if the camera, or its operator, more likely, was reluctant to move on.

It was Harriet who broke the tableau and once more Tom thought of bulls in china shops. She pulled the crop out abruptly and reversed it. With a wide swing she brought it down across Beth’s bottom. Beth yipped and jumped but the ropes held her. Harriet waited until she was still before striking her again, this time vertically, on the arsehole. Beth shrieked this time and Tom winced in sympathy but didn’t take his eyes off the screen. Harriet continued to strike Beth on her bottom, which began to take on a striped appearance. She landed the occasional stroke on Beth’s arsehole, for variety’s sake. Beth occasionally screamed, but she made no attempt to plead with Harriet to stop until it was becoming clear that she enjoyed what was being done to her.

As she had before, Harriet stopped lashing Beth and used her hands to arouse her, only this time she took the trouble to shove the handle of the riding crop up the Khyber Pass. Beth looked comical with the thing sticking out behind her like a tail, but there was nothing comical about her response to Harriet’s sexual foreplay. She was taking it very seriously indeed and enjoying it immensely. The sounds she was making left no doubt about that. Beth shuddered as Harriet’s fingers found her clitoris and rubbed it gently.

Harriet must have thought things had gone far enough and she withdrew the crop from its socket and struck Beth across the backs of her thighs. Beth let out a yelp now and again but she did not leap about. Tom guessed that Harriet was merely warming her up as he knew that Harriet could hit quite hard when she wanted to. Abruptly she stopped. She knelt between Beth’s legs and grasped the dildo, guiding it into the open cunt. Tom could see the labia being pressed inward; then they suddenly gave way and the rubber cock slid inside. Beth moaned as she felt herself penetrated. Harriet then hunched herself against Beth’s bottom and began a steady in-and-out motion. She grasped Beth by the waist to hold her steady.

Beth was thrusting backwards as far as the ropes allowed to meet Harriet’s counterthrusts. Both women were breathing heavily and Tom was sure he saw Harriet come. He couldn’t see her face clearly but she slowed suddenly and moaned softly and then, after a few moments, she resumed her thrusting. Beth was moaning almost continually, the louder sounds probably signalling her own orgasms. There certainly seemed to be a lot of them.

Harriet drew back and the dildo slipped out of Beth. She made a dismayed sound but could do nothing, tied as she was. Harriet, however, had no intention of stopping there. She grasped the tool, now showing glistening highlights from Beth’s own juices, and guided it into Beth’s arsehole.

Beth raised her head and shook it violently from side to side. ‘No! Not there, please! It hurts!’ She jerked convulsively against the ropes on her wrists but couldn’t get free.

Harriet paid no attention. She continued to press in, but slowly, letting the lubrication ease the passage. With one hand she reached between their bodies and found Beth’s clitoris. Tom thought that perhaps this had a lot to do with the sudden cessation of protests from the underdog. Harriet moved gently, more a round and round motion than in and out, letting Beth get used to the full feeling. Beth’s clenched fists relaxed and she stopped straining against the ropes. She began to moan softly again as Harriet continued her arousal. Tom remembered suddenly the time when he had done much the same thing with Beth but it seemed like a long time ago as he watched the two women enjoying each other. Beth let out a guttural sound and collapsed against Harriet. She lay unmoving for what seemed like hours as the camera recorded the scene. They were still locked together as the scene faded to dark.

Tom managed to switch the video off. He sat in the darkening room trying to put his thoughts in order. The tape had shown him how attractive Beth was, and how appealingly submissive she could be, but he had formed a strong attachment to Harriet in her absence. Now it looked as if he was going to have to choose between them and it wouldn’t be an easy choice. Beth might not be jealous, but Harriet had shown definite signs of it with Katrina and later with Beth.

There was the sound of a key in the door. Harriet called, ‘Tom, are you there?’ as she came in.

He replied, ‘In here.’

Harriet turned on the lights. She smiled at him as she drew the curtains. ‘No reason to let the neighbours see what we’re doing here,’ she said in her usual brisk voice. She seemed to be her normal self.

Tom was relieved. At the same time he wondered what had become of Beth. Harriet seemed to read his mind.

‘I left Beth in a safe place,’ Harriet said. ‘She’ll be along later. But now I’ll just slip into something provocative so you’ll not be able to think straight. Back in a tick.’

Harriet went upstairs and Tom could hear the sound of running water and of drawers opening and closing. The brisk tattoo of Harriet’s steps could be heard as she moved about. Presently she came down. Tom turned to look at her and gave a low whistle of appreciation. She wore the same transparent night-gown she had worn on the previous occasion. Maybe Harriet thought of these as her ‘talking’ clothes.

Harriet turned on the table lamp, giving the room a soft intimate glow. Tom didn’t miss the significance of that. In the soft lighting Harriet looked more desirable than ever. He waited for her to begin.

She did. ‘Beth and I have been trying to work out a way for us three to live together without going for one another’s throats. Between us we’ve come to an arrangement, but now you and I have to see if it will work for the three of us. In what follows you can assume that I speak for Beth as well as myself. We want you to stay here with us.’

Tom looked up sharply. Did that mean he wasn’t going to have to choose?

Seemingly it did. Harriet went on, ‘I think it’s a good idea. And I think we can avoid rows if I establish a pecking order from the start. I intend to be in charge in my own house. I will tell you both what to do and when. In other words, I will have two servants – or assistants, if you prefer – instead of just you. If nothing else, that will make for lighter work for you both, and a cosier group for evenings at the fireside. As between me and you two, I’ll be the boss. But as between Beth and you, you’ll be the one who sets the rules. I can override either of you at any time, of course, but I’ll try not to interfere in everyday life below stairs too often.’

Tom thought the arrangement would suit the submissive in Beth, as well as the same streak in him. It might work, if Harriet could manage her jealousy. But there was no way to tell beforehand if she would be able to. And so long as her displeasure didn’t extend to throwing one or both of them out, they could probably survive the occasional lashing with the riding crop that would come their way.