Continues from 3. Realms of Bliss, Realms of Light
I was led upstairs to a large opulent bedroom. I was still naked
“You won’t need them. Remember you can ask for them and leave at any time but if you do…”
I sat on the bed. “And my bag and things?”
“They will be brought to you tomorrow morning. Early. I suggest you shower now and sleep well. You will be needed for breakfast. I will wake you.”
“Who is she?” I asked.
“She? She is Madame.”
“Look. If you want to stay with us. Just accept everything that happens. There will be…. tests. And you will learn …. You have a lot to gain if you just accept everything.”
“I see. Can you tell me your name?”
“Don’t tell me your name. We will find out who you are. You are very beautiful… And clever. I think you will go far. Or you will leave tomorrow afternoon.” She laughed and came over to me and kissed me. “Remember. Accept.” She smiled and left.
I followed her advice about an early night, showered and got into bed. I thought of what had happened and couldn’t resist soothing myself to sleep. My hand slipped between my legs and I closed my eyes…
“Bonjour!” I awoke as Silvie was putting my breakfast things on the bedside table. “Eat. It may be a long day. I will return in 30 minutes to prepare you.”
I just lay there for a while. The coffee was very good. I had some fruit and picked at the rest.
Silvie returned with what looked like a jewellery case. She sat down next to me on the bed and said “Give me your hands.” She took out some leather cuffs and put them on me. I looked at her. She just smiled.
She then took out a collar and put it round my neck. She raised my arms and attached my cuffed wrists to a ring behind my neck. My breasts felt exposed and vulnerable. Then came what I at first thought was a necklace or gold bracelet. It was long and had clamps at each end. They were nipple clamps. “Stand up!” I obeyed and she carefully placed each clamp. I gasped as they bit into each nipple but, after a moment or two, it didn’t hurt as much as I thought. It was a kind of exhilarating pain. Not at all unpleasant and, I must confess, somewhat arousing as my nipples were now very erect and hard. I liked it. It was stimulating and I felt a warm sensation in my breasts. Finally, she connected a longer chain, with a heavy bronze handle, to the clamps and pulled. “Owww! That hurt!”
She smiled again, “Remain silent. Question nothing.”
Like a dog, I was led by the chain clamped to my nipples. We went downstairs into the dining room which had been laid out for breakfast. There was a bookshelf and the room was full of paintings, sculptures and other objets d’art. She led me to a position next to the window near the fireplace. There was a hook in the ceiling from which a chain was hanging. She took me to it, disconnected my cuffs from the collar and attached them to the chain. She then went over to the fireplace and pulled on a handle which raised the chain, and my arms, until I was stretched, suspended just above the floor. She then took out some high-heels from a box and placed them on my feet. I could stand again. But only just.
She double checked everything and straightened the chain that connected to the clamps and gave it a hard tug. I gasped. It cut sharply in to my nipples. which by then were starting to hurt. She then dropped the bronze handle so that it fell heavily against my pussy and pulled at my aching nipples. And then without a word or a look, she left the room.
I stayed like that for several minutes. There was no one else in the room. The sunlight streamed through the window caressing and warming my stretched naked torso. I was a living statue with only the sun to contemplate me.
Finally, Madame and Silvie entered the room and sat down. I was facing them about three of four yards away. They were chatting away and poured themselves orange juice and ate buttered toast as if I wasn’t there. Silvie was flicking through a magazine and Madame had some post and a newspaper. A maid came in with some coffee which she poured for them. She too seemed blind to me. It was like I was invisible. Another objet d’art hanging suspended in room full of other works of art which they also ignored as they went about daily morning business.
This went on for some time and the conversation slowed down. Silvie was now looking at her phone as Madame worked her way through the post. I stared at them hoping for a glance or a sideways look. But nothing. My arms were starting to ache now and my nipples were aflame. The clamps were really hurting. The handle was heavy and I could feel the clips digging in. I realized this was one of the tests that Silvie had referred to and that it was best to stay quiet. Although if the clips snapped off it would probably be so painful I would have to shout. I was in some discomfort now and the blood was draining from my arms. I could barely keep straight in the heels. Every now and then I would emit an involuntary groan or grunt. The burning sensation in my nipples was becoming ever more intense. I was breathing heavily, gasping. I wanted it to stop but I didn’t know much longer this was going to go on. The two women seemed totally blind and deaf to my suffering. I wanted to beg them to stop. Suddenly I was angry. Why should I be silent? I coughed. Not because I needed to but just as a quiet act of rebellion. What was the point of this? However, I knew that if I screamed for them to stop I would lose everything. I would lose her. And I’m not a loser.
The burning pain in my nipples was constant now. Time seemed to have slowed down. I must have been hanging here for at least 20 minutes. Maybe half an hour. The chain felt heavy and my nipples felt like someone had set them aflame. I looked at her. She was reading a letter. Totally indifferent.
No. I wasn’t going to have it. I was an athlete. I was used to the pain of excessive training and over-worked muscles. I started to focus away from the pain as much as I could. I set my eyes on her. Willing her to look at me. Recognize my existence and my pain, will you! Look at me! Let me arouse you. Come here and fuck me! Take me. Possess me. Relieve me of my pain and fill me with your bliss…
What had she done to me? Was I now her slave begging for morsels? Or even worse an ornament to be hung for amusement? A toy to be cruelly played with and then thrown away?
The pain was now all enveloping. I was gasping and writhing on the end of the chain. I had no footing in the heels and so quite often lost my balance and swung suspended two or three inches from the floor.
The two of them were getting ready to leave. Surely they would release me now. But no. They picked up their things and left chatting as merrily as when they came in. Not one look. I was still invisible.
I was left alone again. I felt desolate. Surely they weren’t going to leave me like this. I didn’t have any feeling in my arms, my back ached and my nipples were raw.
The maid returned to collect the breakfast things. Amazingly, she still totally ignored me. Was she blind? Oh God I want this to stop. Please stop….
No. Focus. Don’t let them beat you. Keep going. It will pass. All things pass. You will win. As you have done before. You can win. Oh God it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts….
Silvie touched my cheek. I looked at her, pleading. She went over to the fireplace and lowered the chain. I collapsed kneeling to the floor. She removed the clamps and then I screamed. The blood returned to the nipples and made the pain even more excruciating. I stayed like that for several moments. Gasping. Then Silvie helped me up and took me to my room.
Continues 5. Bliss and Transcendence