Continues from 7. The Whipping Trees
The next morning there were quite a few surprises when I went down to breakfast.
Silvie was kneeling beside Madame. She was blindfolded, gagged, manacled and her nipples were clamped and connected to a chain which ran down between her legs and up behind her back to her cuffed wrists and then further up to a collar.
That’ll hurt when she stands up I thought.
Another surprise was Madame addressing me in English.
Much as I had suspected, she simply hadn’t wanted to speak to me in my own language. It was a privilege I had needed to earn.
“Good Morning Mademoiselle,” she said. “I have decided to speak to you in English because your behavior over the last few days has impressed me greatly and you have earned my respect. I also wish to know more about you and speaking your language will facilitate that.”
She spoke English as if she were giving a presentation in a business meeting. There was something detached and alien about it.
“I must also apologize to you for what happened the other morning at breakfast. A task was set for all of us and Silvie failed it. Not only did she fail it but, without my permission, she took photos of you using the cameras in this room which I had presumed were switched off.”
“She is to be punished for this and, for today, I have reduced her status to that of slave. I have also decided to make a gift of her to you and you may of course do with her as you wish. Punish her if it pleases you. Be aware she now has complete slave status within this house and the grounds which means that anyone may use her – including the servants.”
“She is yours and you should feed her if you wish her to eat. She does nothing – and I mean nothing – without your permission. I have left a bullwhip and short leather strap here for you to use on her.”
“Tonight there will be a more formal punishment and I have invited some guests who will take part. Your status will be reduced again for the evening but you will be my personal slave and you will have nothing to fear.”
“Silvie, however, will be used by anyone in any way they please. Her name has also been revoked and she is to be addressed only as “slave.” She is to address you only as Mademoiselle. Do you understand?”
I nodded. I had no idea what to say so I kept silent.
“And that,” she smiled now and seemed relax a little, “Brings me to you.”
“Names we use outside this house must remain outside this house. Here we use only aliases. So we have decided on a name for you to use with us. We think the name that best suits you is “Amaia.” Do you like it?”
“Amaia. Yes. It’s a beautiful name. Thank you, Madame.” It was a nice name. Spanish, I think. Or South American?
“Excellent.” She smiled again.
I was amazed by the turn of events. Every day here brought something new.
She got up from the table. “I must leave now as I have some business to attend to that will unfortunately take up most of the day. I place the slave in your care.”
“Oh and please remember that there are cameras both inside and outside the house. Today they are all switched on. I may be watching you,” she smiled again and added, “For my own amusement of course”.
“Do you have any questions?”
I thought for a second, “Does this mean I can now wear some clothes?” I laughed.
She smiled. “No. You are a woman of extraordinary beauty, Amaia. I enjoy and appreciate your nakedness in the same way I appreciate a painting, a work of art or good food or wine. It is summer and there is no reason why you should not be naked. In the future, if you stay with us, I may dress you and create a look for you that enhances your beauty but for now you will remain nude.” She thought for a moment and added, “However, if there is any practical or temporary physical reason I will allow a bikini bottom but my permission is to be sought first. Otherwise, no.”
“Very well. Au revoir, Amaia. Until this evening.”
“Au revoir, Madame.”
She left. And so I was alone in a room with a beautiful girl, whom I desired like no other, and who was kneeling cuffed and bound and, apparently, at my mercy.
I laughed. I hadn’t even had breakfast yet.
I was feeling playful. I went over and sat next to her and pulled on the chain that was attached to her nipple clamps. “Well now. What have we here? Quite possibly the best present anyone has ever given me. What shall I do with her?”
She stiffened as I pulled the chain. She was breathing quickly and I stroked her bare arms and shoulders. I was aroused again. I felt an absolutely overwhelming desire for her. I’d had more good sex in the previous 72 hours than in the preceding 6 months and I just seemed to be hungry for it all the time now. She was having an effect on me that I had never known before. I was fascinated by her.
And I had a whole day to explore her body and revel in the ecstasy that it brought me.
I thought about removing the blindfold but hesitated. There were a million things I could do with her. My brain and libido went into overdrive and I was flooded with thoughts containing all manner of kinky naughtiness.
But I needed to think. A lot seemed to be happening at once and I wanted some time to take stock.
Overnight I had apparently gone from submissive slave to dominant mistress. Something I did yesterday must have impressed Madame a lot. Was it the story I told about whipping the boy in the woods? Was she testing me to find out if I would make my sadistic fantasy a reality? I had proved I could take a whipping. Did I need to prove now I could give one?
Having Silvie as my slave for the day was obviously something I found very exciting. I had lusted after her in the boat yesterday and the blond boy in my whipping fantasy might well have been a sublimated version of her. Had I simply changed her sex just to fulfill my cock fantasy?
And there was nothing to feel guilty about, was there? She had already asked to me to whip her with – as she put it – passion, love and fire. She was probably enjoying this and wanted me to dominate her anyway.
But then I remembered the comment Madame had made about others being able to “use” Silvie in the house. That seemed ominous. And who were these “guests” for later?
No way, I thought, suddenly becoming very proprietorial. If she is my slave then she is my slave. And I want her all for myself.
I was hungry now so I went at the toast and poured myself a strong coffee. Then I remembered I should feed her. God, it really was like having a pet.
I removed the gag and stroked her hair. “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”
She nodded, “Oui, Mademoiselle, if it pleases you.”
She was playing her part.
I was going to play mine.
I removed Silvie’s blindfold and gave her some toast and coffee. I cut up the toast into small pieces and put them onto a plate on the floor. She knelt over it and ate the pieces carefully – like a cat. I couldn’t find the keys to the cuffs. Madame must have taken them. She was handcuffed behind her back and her ankles were manacled with a chain about two feet long. She’d be able to walk but not much else. It was a little excessive. After all, it also restricted what I could do with her. I should have said something to Madame when I had the chance.
I asked Silvie.
“No, Mademoiselle. She would have given you the keys if she had wanted you to have them. This has been prepared carefully. I am a slave. She left you the whips to beat me with and nothing else.”
Nothing I could do about it then. So what were the options? Spend the whole day in my bedroom having torrid sex with my chained up naked sex slave or go down to the pool and sunbathe with my chained up naked sex slave.
And have torrid sex.
I looked out the patio windows. It was a gorgeous sunny day and was warm and muggy already. The pool was probably the best option for later but for now….
“Have you eaten enough?”
“Oui. Merci, Mademoiselle.”
I smiled and put the blindfold back on. Time for some fun.
“Hello, slave,” I whispered kissing her and gently caressing and pulling on her clamped nipples. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? Mmm… Shall I be kind?” I licked her ears and kissed her cheek. “Or shall I be cruel?” I pulled up hard on the chain. It rubbed against her clit and stretched her nipples. She gasped.
“I wonder how much I have to pull before the clamps snap off.”
I pulled her towards me until her mouth was an inch from mine. I felt her breath on me and our lips touched. She moved to kiss me but I quickly withdrew.
“No, slave. You mustn’t tease me. Now I’ll have to punish you for that.”
I was loving it and starting to get pretty turned on by now.
“They say you have to be cruel to be kind, don’t they? So perhaps we should start off with a whipping. Every slave deserves a whipping, don’t they? What do you think? Hmm?”
I caressed her cheek but she remained silent.
“Stand up, slave!” I pulled her up by the chain and she yelped as it bit again between her legs. It was now stretched tight cutting between her legs and pulling on her nipples.
“Come on. Stand up straight. To attention.”
“That doesn’t look very comfortable does it? Shall I remove the clamps? I know… I’ll whip them off. Let’s see how many lashes it takes to whip each clamp off.”
I picked up the short whip off the table and started on the right breast. She was breathing quickly. Panting. I made her count the blows. It was harder than I thought. I had to aim for the chain rather than the nipple. Each lash yanked the chain on her clit and pulled the clamp toward the tip of the nipple which, of course, was more sensitive. And much more painful to endure.
The right clamp came off after the 8th blow. I whipped the left breast much faster and with more force. It came off almost straight away and the chain fell from between her legs to the floor.
I put my hand between her legs. She was wet.
“Is that better?”
“What a good slave. I shall have to punish you every morning. It’ll be part of my morning work-out.”
I was just flicking her erect nipples with my fingernails and toying with the idea of putting her over my knees and spanking her when there was a loud noise from the hall. Someone was shouting in French. I went to see what was going on and as I reached the door three men suddenly barged in and one of them grabbed me by the arms and put me in an arm lock.
One of the men was the chauffeur from the other day. I had no idea who the other two were. They went over to Silvie and one of them smacked her to the ground. He then picked her up by the collar and threw her onto the table. He turned her over and picked up the whip and thrashed her on the ass with it. The other guy had his already erect cock out and was making ready to thrust it into her. The chauffeur then climbed up onto the table, took out his cock and, pulling Silvie up by the collar, forced her head back and rammed it, fully erect, into her mouth while the other one took her from behind.
I struggled with the guy behind me and tried to stamp on his feet but he hit me hard on the side of the head and I went down. I felt dazed but I could see him undoing his belt and coming toward me. When he got close enough I gave him a massive kick in the balls and he bent double. I got up and hit him on the side of the head with the coffee pot and then jumped on top of the guy who was fucking Silvie from behind. I reached down and bit his ear and he shrieked. The other guy seemed stunned and still had his cock in Silvie’s mouth.
“Bite it!” I shouted. The guy immediately screamed and I hit him in the eyes with the whip and kicked him off the table.
They were both bent over in pain and I kicked the guy with the bleeding ear in the balls again just for good measure. There were now three men writhing on the floor clutching their testicles. I pulled Silvie off the table and shouted “Run!”
We ran out the patio doors and into the garden. Silvie was manacled so running at any speed was not really an option. We had to hide as fast as possible. The woods were the obvious place for the moment.
“Come on. Let’s go. As quickly as you can”.
We made it into the woods but they wouldn’t offer much shelter. I looked behind. No one. They would be after us again soon and I could hear a dog barking somewhere. The island would be better. We could make it down to the water’s edge without coming into view of the house and then I’d row us over.
We moved as quickly as possible and I held Silvie by the waist in case she fell.
When we got to the water the boat had gone.
“Damn. We’ll have to swim.”
“How am I going to swim like this?” She sounded panicky. The collar was padlocked to the chain and the manacles and cuffs needed keys. There was nothing I could do except attach both ends of the chain to the collar so it didn’t dangle and catch on something.
“Don’t worry. Try to float on your back and relax. Use you legs. I can hold you and pull you if you have any problems. I spent two summers as a beach life guard. I know what to do. Trust me.”
Ordinarily it would take a matter of a few minutes to swim out to the island but with Silvie unable to use her arms it was going to be slow going. And we had to try not to be seen.
So I now knew what Madame had meant when she said Silvie could be “used” by the servants of the house. But she had said “within this house and the grounds”. Would we be safe on the island? Did it count as the “grounds” of the house? It was a small island and it would be easy to get trapped there. But there wasn’t anywhere else to go. It was either there or give up.
And I wasn’t going to give up.
We quietly stepped into the water and I held Silvie by the waist.
“Mmmm… I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a handcuffed naked woman in the water before. How long can you hold your breath for? Wanna try it underwater?”
She grinned but I could see she was nervous. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, OK?” She smiled and nodded.
“OK. Relax. Let me do everything. We’ll be there in no time.” I kissed her cheek.
When we were nearly half way I saw someone on the shore.
“Take a deep breath,” I whispered. “We are going under, OK? Don’t worry. I’ve got you if anything happens.”
She nodded and under we went. I let go of her and she swam with her feet. It was actually easier for her – she just had to keep her feet together and she could swim mermaid style. We came up for air and I looked back. Whoever it was had gone. We were going to make it. I looked ahead at the island. “Just a little more, babe.”
We swam up to the muddy shore and waded up to where there were some trees. Once on dry land we collapsed behind the trees. We were safe.
At least for the moment.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“What the fuck was all that about? I mean what the fuck is going on, Silvie?”
I kissed her on the mouth. She was naked, wet and defenseless. And she was sexy and as hot as hell.
So was I and I wanted her right there and then. Supercharged with adrenaline and our hearts pounding, our tongues went deep and entwined like the tree roots beneath us. Reaching, probing, searching for sustenance, we fed on each other greedily consuming the nourishment of the other’s nakedness.
Her arms and hands restrained, she devoured me with her mouth, biting and sucking at my naked flesh like a wild animal. She sank her teeth into my nipples and tongued and bit so hard I cried out in the most utter delicious pain. She jumped on top of me and dove between my legs. My fingers clutched her ass and dug into the voluptuous sacred flesh. I held it tightly and squeezed and slapped and slapped and slapped until my mouth closed on her pussy and I fed on her sweet fruit and a storm raged within us and we sank feverishly into the hot muddy waters and the flood rose and the tide enveloped us and we were drowned and lost to the land…
It was going to be a hot day.
Continues 9. The Punishment of Silvie (II)