Seven Scarlet Tales (25 page)

Sofia started pulling her hair after a few minutes, making her do what she wanted.

‘Peregrine, darling,’ she said, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. ‘Go up to my room and fetch the large butt plug from my bedside drawer, would you? And the lube, of course.’

Celia moaned again, but Sofia obviously liked that, because she made her carry on moaning all the way through the rest of the feast.

‘Mm,’ said Sofia. ‘Think your bottom’s sore now? That’s nothing, slut, nothing at all. By the time we’re finished with you, you won’t be sitting down for days. That’s it. Push it. Eat it. Cover your face with it.’

Sofia came with a grunt just as Peregrine returned – walking a little stiffly – with the big rubber plug.

‘Gorgeous,’ panted Sofia. ‘Bend her over, Peregrine, would you, and plug her? I’ll go and fetch the paddle.’

Celia looked a little alarmed to be left to the tender
mercies of Peregrine while her domme left the room, but she obeyed without question when he ordered her to bend over his lap.

I envied him, having her squirming about on his rock-hard crotch with her crimson bum nicely available to him.

‘You’ve been plugged before, I take it, madam?’ said Peregrine, uncapping the lube bottle.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘How often does Sofia plug you?’

‘A couple of times a week, sir, on average. Always during or after a punishment session. She knows I find it uncomfortable.’

‘Good. So you should.’

He parted her cheeks, exposing the little brown hole. I leaned over for a good look.

‘Have you ever worn one in public?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Oh, you must tell me about that.’

He let a few drops of the lubricant fall from the bottle on to her pucker. She quivered and tensed.

‘Please,’ she blurted. ‘I don’t mean to be difficult, but could this wait until Ma’am is back in the room?’

‘Of course,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry. I should have thought. But you can still tell me that story, can’t you?’

‘She made me wear it while I was filming a scene in my last movie,’ she said. ‘You’ll have to look out for it, it’s released in a couple of months. I play a Russian princess. You’ll understand why I look especially stiff in one particular scene. Luckily, stiffness was pretty much part of the role.’

Peregrine laughed and patted her bottom approvingly.

Stiffness was pretty much part of my role by now and it was a big relief when Sofia came back with both the paddle
and young Julian. He was wearing a harness and collar and Sofia was pulling him on a leash while he crawled after her. He had a butt plug in too, one with a nice horsehair tail. She had him kneel up with his hands out like paws and his tongue out until further notice.

‘Oh, are we ready?’ said Sofia, coming to stand over Celia and supervise the insertion.

‘We were waiting for you,’ said Peregrine.

‘I wouldn’t want to miss it. You’ve done the lube already?’

‘Not properly. I’ll just …’ He started massaging around her anus with a slippery finger.

She was very good, very self-controlled. I think Sofia helped a lot, putting a hand on her neck and soothing her, telling her how well she was doing and to remember her relaxation techniques. I’d have been far less calm with a strange man’s finger up my bum, believe me. But I’m not submissive.

Anyway, he got the plug in, very slowly, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way she stretched to take it. I was cringing on her behalf – it just looked impossible. But he got it in there in the end and patted her poor red bottom with its black oval marker stuck there between her cheeks.

I really wanted to know how it felt, so I asked her.

‘Very uncomfortable, sir,’ she said. ‘It feels very big and intrusive.’

‘Doesn’t it?’ said Sofia. ‘And it’s going to make your paddling so much more interesting. I hope you’re ready for the paddle, slut, because I’m going to give it to you right there, over Peregrine’s knee. Ten strokes. Are you ready? Hold her wrists, Peregrine. She won’t need it, but I like to see it. Lovely.’

I think it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Poor Celia, upended over Peregrine’s lap, butt plug in,
getting paddled by Sofia while everyone watched. She didn’t take the paddle as well as the strap; she yelled out loud with every stroke, and kicked a bit too. It was obviously painful and I felt a bit guilty for wishing Sofia would give her more than ten. But not that guilty.

Especially when Sofia hauled her up and told her what was coming next.

‘Better give that bum a rest before the cane,’ she said. ‘We don’t want it getting too numb and not feeling every iota of its bite, do we? Let’s have an interlude. Here, you can sit between my legs.’

Sofia sat down and spread her legs. Celia sat between them, perched on the edge of the sofa. She had to bend slowly to seat herself because of the plug and she bit her lip a bit on making contact with the faded chintz.

‘Good.’ Sofia held her in position with both hands on her breasts. She started to pinch and roll her nipples from behind. ‘Now open your legs, slut. Rover!’

This was addressed to Julian.

‘Come and lick her. A good, thorough licking. But remember, slut, you’re not to come.’

Peregrine and I were treated to the display of Julian eating Celia with unholy relish while Sofia carried on teasing and tormenting her nipples. Celia’s face was a picture – she could hardly bear it. If I could have captured that expression and framed it … Ah, God, give me a minute …

Well, the poor girl came, didn’t she? I felt sorry for her. How was she meant not to? I think the fact that Peregrine and I were watching her so intently, taking the odd sip from our drinks now and then, was what did for her. She kept looking at us from underneath her nearly closed eyelids and getting even more into it.

As soon as she started to come, Sofia smacked her breasts hard and said, ‘Bad girl. Rover, leave off. Go to your corner, pup.’

Julian, tail literally between his legs, crawled off out of sight.

‘Chastity belt for you after another punishment tomorrow morning,’ said Sofia grimly. ‘Now get to the middle of the room, bend and touch your toes. Peregrine is caning you and he doesn’t go easy.’

She was right. Peregrine was a master of his instrument. Even before the cane had made any contact with Celia’s backside, I was impressed. The way he swished it and made it snap the air was like some kind of arcane performance art. I made up my mind to ask him where he learnt it, and if he could teach me.

Twelve strokes. You know how much I love watching the welts rise, the white line turn dark, making my mark on my girl’s skin. Watching Peregrine cane Celia, I knew myself and I knew what I was. There couldn’t be any turning back now. This was what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to settle for anything else.

She suffered so beautifully. I fell a little bit in love with her when she took that whipping. I wanted to touch her and hold her and comfort her, but at the same time I wanted to tell her she deserved it and she’d get more if she didn’t behave herself. She got tears in her eyes around the ninth stroke and I was so jealous of Peregrine I had this mad moment of thinking I’d get up and snatch the cane off him and finish her off myself.

But he got to do it. Besides, I’d probably have done it all wrong, not being an expert in those days, and injured her.

He got to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything was all right now.

And he got the traditional thank you, of course. Her luscious mouth around another man’s cock now, easy and difficult to watch at the same time.

There were tears on her cheeks while she sucked him. He asked her if she wanted to stop but she shook her head.

After he’d filled her mouth and she’d swallowed, Sofia gave her a long hug and kiss and then the pair of them disappeared up to the bedroom.

That left me and Peregrine.

It was a bit awkward, I must say. The experience we’d just shared, well! Intense wasn’t the word. Plus I was painfully hard and had no idea what to do about it, apart from cross my legs and think of the fiscal cliff.

‘So,’ said Peregrine, making with the whisky again. ‘Do you think it’s for you?’

‘What? All the kinky stuff?’

‘Yes. You seemed to enjoy yourself.’

‘I did. Yes. I think this is my, uh, niche. Very much so.’

‘Excellent. Another partner in sex crime for me.’

‘Well, I’d stop short of crime.’

‘Figure of speech, Richard, figure of speech.’ You know how he talks. All jaded and royal. ‘You can thank me whenever you like.’

‘Thanks! Obviously. I’m very glad you invited me here this weekend. Very.’

‘My pleasure. You’ll have to come to my club when you’re back in town.’

We chatted for a while, about the scene and things he’d done, but it didn’t do much to calm down my raging erection and I had to excuse myself in the end and take a medicinal shower.

Poor old Julian was still in his corner when I came back down.

Supper was interesting. It was a warm evening and we got
a table out in the back garden and ate there. The film director and his boyfriend cooked – out of this world, the food was. Everyone was dressed for dinner, you know, cocktails at seven, dinner at eight, kind of thing. Peregrine’s a stickler for all that. I expected Celia to be shy and embarrassed about what we’d done with and to her that afternoon, but she couldn’t have been more different. Life and soul of the party, full of stories, most of which might land me in court if I repeated them. No, Al, I won’t be persuaded. No.

And she was a flirt! Bloody hell, she flirted with me outrageously. I thought Sofia was going to read the riot act, but she was fine with it. Once we’d done liqueurs and Peregrine had started chain-smoking again, Sofia suggested Celia and I take an evening walk through the village.

‘Go on,’ she said. ‘Such a gorgeous night. The sunset’s going to be incredible. Take a walk down to the ruins, along the river.’

Celia seemed up for it, so I went along with the idea.

I was still a bit starstruck, to be honest, and everyone we passed gawped – a few came up and asked for autographs – so the conversation was a bit smalltalky at first.

‘Sofia’s right, it’s a perfect evening for a walk.’

‘Sofia’s always right.’

‘Yeah, she seems like that type.’

(Autograph hunter.)

‘She’s a sweetie under that tough domme exterior.’

‘Is she? I can’t imagine it.’

‘I landed on my feet with her. I’ve heard some horror stories …’

(Cameraphone snapper.)

‘But you’ve never had a bad experience? How long have you been doing this?’

‘Physically doing it? A couple of years. In my head – forever.’

‘Yeah, same here with the head thing. I didn’t think I’d ever—’

A group of teenage girls sitting on a five-barred gate shouted lines of dialogue from Celia’s most famous film.

‘Take no notice,’ I said to her.

‘Oh, I don’t mind. Precious little else for them to do around here. Lovely as it is.’

We were down by the river now. It was quiet, a few dog-walkers, but the more intrusive types hadn’t followed us, thank goodness.

She reached for my hand and I took it.

‘How’s your bum?’ I asked. It just sort of came out. It was on my mind, I suppose.

She laughed, anyway, so I hadn’t offended her.

‘Very sore,’ she said. ‘Did you notice I was right on the edge of my seat at supper?’

‘I did.’ I’d enjoyed noticing it. ‘How long does it take to, you know, die down?’

‘Oh, it’ll be all right by tomorrow night, I daresay. Nothing left but stripes and the odd bruise. Just as well I’m not doing any bikini shoots, all the same.’

‘I suppose you have to think about all that. Recovery time.’

‘I have to schedule my play times very carefully. Luckily, Sofia’s understanding.’

‘That’s just as well.’ I can’t stop thinking about her bottom, neatly striped and probably still throbbing. ‘You’re not still wearing that plug, I take it?’

‘No, God, no. Half an hour of that one is my maximum.’

‘I’d love to look at those stripes again.’

She stopped and gave me this odd look, sort of fearful and
excited. Then she looked around the river bank, which was empty now.

‘Is that an order?’ she said in a low voice.

‘Is it? No, I don’t think so. I was just saying …’

‘The thing is, Richard, sir, Sofia’s rule for the weekend is that I have to obey everything I’m asked to do. Everything. Unless it’s completely awful, of course, then I can safeword. My safeword is “cut”, by the way.’

‘Oh, I see.’ I thought I could see where this was heading, but it seemed a bit too good to be true. ‘And you’re, uh, fine with this, are you?’

‘It depends who’s doing the ordering. Julian’s been trying to wind me up all day, telling me to fetch this and carry that. Even made me flog him. Silly little twonk. He’s so jealous of the attention I get from Sofia. I like you, though. I loved the way you were with me, earlier. When I was over your knee.’

I got a bat of the famous lashes. It did the trick. Whatever she wanted me to do to her, I was more than game.

I looked along the towpath. Still empty, but there was no guarantee that it would stay that way. No proof against telephoto lenses either. But perhaps that turned her on.

‘Aren’t you afraid of getting caught? You’re famous. Anyone could be following us.’

She smiled and half-closed her eyes.

‘I know,’ she said, as if on the verge of orgasm already.

‘All right,’ I said, pushing her into the undergrowth by her shoulders. ‘But it’ll have to be quick.’

‘Whatever you say, sir.’

I had her on the grass, her on all fours, me kneeling behind her. The little devil had brought condoms with her in her purse: she had this planned. Her bum was still red all over and the cane marks had hardened, the way they do. I kept
pressing my thumbs into them while I had her and it made her wild.

‘Tell me what I am, tell me what I am,’ she kept saying. She liked to be called names. I ran out of ideas in the end and had to run through them all again. I was new to it all, and I have to admit I felt very awkward calling her a whore and all that. I wasn’t quite comfortable with it. But she obviously got off on it, so who was I to deny her?