Perfect Slave (12 page)

 

 

 

‘Get up.'

Andrea was daydreaming and hadn't heard the door open.

‘I said get up.' Laurie stood in the doorway. She threw a leather garment on the bed. ‘I'll be back in five minutes.'

The door shut again and was locked.

Andrea rose to her feet. When Laurie brought her back to the stable block she'd stripped off all her bonds and the tight lingerie, but had not used the leather cuffs to bind her to the bed, so for the first time at the manor she'd spent a night unfettered. The woman in black had already taken her to the bathroom, watched while she showered and used the toilet, then given her breakfast.

The leather was black and supple. It was a one-piece garment like the cat-suit Laurie had worn last night, but with a collar and full sleeves. Quickly Andrea eased it on, putting her feet into the legs first, then pulling on the upper half, the fit so tight it was a struggle. With the leather finally in place it fitted like a second skin, stretched tightly over her body, the front pressing her breasts almost flat. Attached to each side of the garment were two straps, one above the other, the lower ones on her hips.

Andrea was feeling buoyant. Her nipples were tender and sore and her arms and shoulders ached from such a long confinement, but she welcomed the discomfort. It was a sign that she had passed a test and come through with flying colours. And Laurie's arrival could only mean one thing; she was being taken to see her master again. It proved that, after last night, he was pleased with her. She was back in his good books and most definitely planned to stay that way.

The experience with Laurie, the first full-blown lesbian encounter of her life, had left her wondering if she'd always had such urges but had hidden them from herself. She couldn't honestly say she'd ever had the slightest desire to go to bed with a woman, or ever thought of a woman as particularly attractive sexually, but it seemed odd that her response was so strong if she didn't harbour any latent desires. And the memory of what they'd done together produced such a sharp reaction, such a positive arousal, that she couldn't wait to repeat the experience.

Of course it was possible that the main ingredient of the package was the fact of her submission. She had after all been ordered by Hawksworth to have sex with Laurie, whilst being securely bound. They were the two elements in her sexuality that had brought her to the house, and it was possible that her arousal came not from what Hawksworth had ordered her to do, but that he had ordered her to do it.

Whatever the reason, it was not something she was likely to forget. She could still see Laurie's hairless sex posed above her face; she could still taste her juices.

The door opened again. Laurie strode into the room and closed it behind her. She was wearing a pair of black leather trousers and a black silk blouse. She inspected Andrea's outfit critically.

‘Don't think last night is going to get you any favours,' she said bluntly.

‘No, Ms Angelis.'

There were two diagonal zips in the front of the cat-suit, one over each breast. Laurie unzipped one and Andrea's breast thrust through the opening.

‘Are your nipples sore?'

‘Yes, Ms Angelis.'

Laurie flicked the dark nipple with a fingernail. Andrea winced. She caught her eye. There was a look there Andrea could not mistake - a look of lust.

Apparently shunting her own feelings to one side, Laurie pulled the zip of the cat-suit back up. She pulled Andrea's left arm down to her side and wrapped the leather strap secured to the side of the cat-suit around it, buckling it securely. The second strap fitted just above the elbow. She repeated the process with the other arm.

‘Follow me.'

The procedure was the same as the first night at the house. The woman in the black dress made her up and brushed her hair. If anything emphasised her new status this did. She was not allowed even to decide these small things for herself; her appearance, like everything else, in her master's control. It took about fifteen minutes for the woman to finish her work.

Laurie fitted the chain leash into the ring on the steel collar, then led Andrea into the house, and she heard voices the moment they got into the building; men's voices.

Laurie led her along to the sitting room, but at the bottom of the staircase turned in a new direction. They came to a halt in front of a large panelled oak door. This was clearly where the voices were coming from.

‘Remember, you must obey,' Laurie warned. ‘Without question.'

‘Yes, Ms Angelis.' It was clear that the master had company. Of course she'd hoped he would be alone, that he would give her his undivided attention for once, but that was up to him. This was another opportunity to prove herself to him, and she felt a now familiar excitement at the prospect.

Laurie knocked on the door.

‘Enter.'

She opened it.

The room was a large dining room with a huge oval mahogany table surrounded by at least thirty chairs. There was a large fireplace that matched the one in the sitting room, and several more impressionist paintings on the walls. Five men sat at one end of the table with Charles Darrington Hawksworth. And what's more, Andrea recognised one of them. It was Edward Highfield, the chairman of Silverton Communications.

Laurie led Andrea into the room by the leash, then dropped it so it hung between her breasts, and left without a word.

‘She's gorgeous,' one of the men said.

‘Stunning.'

‘I don't know how you do it, Charles,' Highfield added. He gave no sign of recognising her, though they had often met to discuss various work-related matters in the past.

‘She's not yet been trained, you say?'

‘She's been here for four days,' Hawksworth confirmed, ‘and her training has already begun, hasn't it, Andrea?'

‘Yes, master,' she said quietly, bowing her head.

‘And what does this training consist of?' This came from the smallest of the men, a chubby man with a bald head and a small nose. He took a sip from the brandy glass on the table in front of him. There were cups of coffee too, and Andrea noticed that Julia was standing on the far side of the room, obviously waiting should anything else be required.

‘Andrea is required to perform a number of tasks. If she doesn't perform them to my satisfaction she has to be punished. The punishment can take many forms.'

‘And she agrees to this?' Highfield said, sounding astonished.

‘Naturally. So, shall we proceed? Or is anyone in a rush to leave?'

None of the men moved. Their eyes were riveted on Andrea.

‘Very well. You all understand the rules?'

The men nodded.

Hawksworth beckoned Julia to his side. Andrea saw she was carrying two velvet bags with drawstrings. She handed one to Hawksworth, then moved around the table with the other, pausing while each man dipped his hand inside and drew out a numbered black ball.

‘I'm feeling lucky today,' the bald man said, extracting the number three.

‘We're all feeling lucky, Andy,' Highfield said, taking out the number five.

The other men drew numbers too. Julia returned to Hawksworth's side and deposited the empty bag on the table in front of him.

‘And now I think it's only fair to let Andrea choose her partner.'

It was fairly obvious to Andrea what was going on, but this confirmed it; the men were drawing lots for her. She was to be given to them like an object, a prize in a raffle, and was not expected to express her preferences. But however horrified she was at the idea, she realised it was just another test of her obedience. Two of the men were pretty unattractive and she would never go to bed with them in normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. She had gifted her ability to choose, like everything else, to Hawksworth, and the idea that he would stretch her obedience to such limits excited her. She thanked God that it did.

Hawksworth handed Julia the second bag. She tottered over to Andrea on her high-heels and opened the drawstring, slipping the bag over Andrea's right hand, where it was strapped to her side.

‘Pick a ball, my dear,' Hawksworth instructed.

Andrea grasped one. Julia pulled the bag away then took the ball from her fingers, and delivered it back to the master.

‘Number five,' he declared.

Edward Highfield grinned. He accepted the congratulations of the others, who reached across the table to shake his hand and told him he was a lucky man. He was large and tall, but he was slimmer than any of the others, and perhaps the most attractive of the bunch with a craggy, open face, and large green eyes. His hair was wiry and beginning to turn grey at the temples.

‘Well you better claim your prize, old man.'

‘I knew there was a good reason I sold to you,' Highfield said.

Andrea remembered how the man had always said he would never sell his company. Had the opportunities the manor offered been the reason he'd changed his mind?

Highfield got to his feet. He picked up the leash and led Andrea to the door. ‘I hope you all have a very pleasant afternoon,' he said, grinning broadly.

He closed the door behind him and led her down the corridor. He appeared to know his way around. She remembered where they were. It was the part of the house where Hawksworth had taken her last Saturday, though it now seemed more like a lifetime ago. He opened the door to the small room where Andrea had been so helplessly bound.

‘Well that's more comfortable,' he said, closing the door after them and bolting it. ‘I must say I didn't expect you to be here, Andrea. Quite a surprise. It's all right; you can cut all the “speak until you're spoken to” crap with me.'

Andrea was astonished. Highfield certainly hadn't given the slightest clue that he'd recognised her.

He laughed. ‘This is your idea of sorting out Hawksworth's computers, is it?'

‘Is this the reason you sold?' she asked.

‘Of course. That was part of the deal. You know what my wife's like, Andrea. Her idea of sex is three minutes in the missionary position. If I take longer than that she complains and tells me to go and finish myself off in the bathroom.' Highfield grinned broadly. ‘I suppose, as you still work for me, this could be considered sexual harassment.' He took hold of the diagonal zip across Andrea's right breast and pulled it down. Her breast sprung free, her nipple already hard. ‘Now look at that. I always fancied you, Andrea.' He undid the other zip, then took hold of both her nipples and pulled them so more of her breasts were exposed. Then he caressed them both. ‘Isn't this fun? I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather have as my slave. That's what you are, isn't it? My slave?'

‘Yes.'

He laughed. ‘I'm really going to enjoy this.'

He moved behind her and stroked her buttocks, the leather that covered them stretched tight.

‘The question is; what are we going to do with you? I've been quite lucky at these little raffles. I had a nice little piece in here a couple of weeks ago. She was really into pain. Let's see now.'

He walked to the rack of whips and picked up a riding crop. He came back and flicked the leather loop at the end against Andrea's nipples. She felt a stab of pain. Instinctively she bent forward, trying to protect herself.

‘Stand upright,' he snapped.

She did as she was told.

He raised the whip, then brought it down forcefully against her right breast. She cried out, but the pain was short-lived. She felt all the familiar pulses of pleasure setting her nerves alight.

Thwack
! The whip landed on her left breast, cutting right across her nipple. Again the pain transmuted into intense pleasure. She looked down, her breasts squeezed out obscenely through the tight leather, the metal zips digging into her flesh, two red stripes already beginning to appear.

‘Look at me,' Highfield ordered.

She looked up, watching him raise the whip again. He cut it down across her right breast. Her flesh quivered. She felt a huge surge in the depths of her cunt.

Thwack
! The next blow fell on her left breast, each being given equal treatment.

‘Now bend over,' he said. The smile was gone from his face, replaced by a lust that made his eyes look slightly glazed and his mouth loose.

Andrea bent over. There was a table there, and he told her to rest her forearms on it. She felt a hand groping the leather over her buttocks again.

‘What's this?' he asked. His hand found another zip, which ran between her buttocks, down between her legs and up to her navel. He found the tongue of the zip and pulled it all the way open. The leather parted, revealing Andrea's sex.

‘I always wondered what your pussy would look like,' he leered. ‘And now I know.' She felt his fingers prodding into her labia. One, then two fingers thrust rather awkwardly into her vagina. ‘I see the whip makes you randy too,' he said, her wetness betraying her feelings.