Imagine, my Love,
If all were permitted.
And there were no limits,
In what ways would You have me serve You?
Image – Lobanov
The room was dark and shadowy, lit solely by the glow of the emergency exit sign above the door. It was very warm. Airless. I awoke in a sweat, my heart pounding. I was lying on a double bed and apart from the collar around my neck I was completely naked. I lifted myself up and blearily looked around. As far as I could make out I was in a hotel room. A luxury five star one. It had a high ceiling and there were framed paintings on the wall. Portraits. All of them nudes. The whole room was decorated in a kind of ornate late 19th century classical style complete with curtains, drapes and lamp-stands. On my right there was a window but its shutters had been closed. Was it night now?
At the end of the bed there was a large wooden chest. It had a padlock on the front. It was huge. Big enough to transport a person in.
What was I doing here?
I had no idea how long I’d been asleep and only a vague memory of what had happened after the objectification. I remember being led away and they put me in some kind of cage. I was absolutely exhausted. I must have just fallen asleep. My breasts, ass and pussy still felt tender from the whipping so I guessed it couldn’t have been more than a few hours ago.
Just then I heard the sound of a key in the door. A woman entered and came over to the bed and turned the bedside light on. She had gorgeous auburn hair which fell straight down to her shoulders. She was wearing high heels, a skimpy dark colored thong and not much else. Her breasts were bare but hanging from her neck there was a beautiful golden chain necklace which was also attached to her nipples. I’ve always loved nipple jewellery and this looked stunning on her. I noticed she was wearing a collar too. And it was studded. Were they diamonds?
She stood by the side of the bed with her hands on her hips and looked me up and down. Her eyes scanned my entire body; everything, from my feet to my breasts, she took it all in. She was quite unashamed about it. I felt like a piece of meat but I didn’t care. I actually liked it. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist and I knew I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. She was really quite beautiful and I wanted her to like what she saw. She lingered a few moments on my pussy and then shook her head and grinned at me. It was a cheeky grin. Almost as if she were laughing at me. But not in an unfriendly way. More like silly girl, now look what you’ve got yourself into.
Hers was the first friendly face I’d seen since arriving so I couldn’t help but smile back, albeit a little shyly.
“C’mon. Up. On your feet.”
I obeyed and she surprised me by opening her arms and giving me a hug. I felt the soothing warmth of her body against mine and I relaxed, almost melting in her arms. Her breasts pressed against my own and I felt the cool metallic sharpness of the chain on my flesh. Our pussies were almost touching and I sensed a distinct and quite powerful erotic charge emanating from her.
I leaned my head on her shoulder. Her hands slid down my back to my ass and she softly kneaded the plump flesh of my buttocks. She smelt fresh, recently bathed and there was a hint of a perfume I think I recognized.
I could feel my sex responding and I just leaned into her body and gave myself up to her. She lifted my chin up and looked directly into my eyes. She was still smiling and her eyes were bright and twinkling with pleasure. I had the feeling she’d been looking forward to this.
But behind her evident enjoyment of the situation I also sensed something deeper in her. Something shared. A common experience. I had a feeling she understood. She knew why I was here. Once upon a time she had been me.
“I’m Cherice. One of your keepers. I’ll be looking after you.”
And then she kissed me full on the lips.
I surrendered to her immediately and she put her fingers on my cheeks and stroked them ever so gently. It ticked and all of a sudden I was desperate for her to make love to me. She must have sensed it because at that moment she pulled back. Just as I was about to say something she placed a finger on my lips and said, “Remember. No talking. Be passive. OK?”
She stared into my eyes. As if searching for something. Did she think I was some kind of phony? I don’t know. Suddenly I felt flummoxed. I glanced down shyly only to hastily look back up again like some kind of awkward teenager on a first date. I felt very turned on by what was happening but, given the circumstances, and the fact that I wasn’t allowed to speak, I didn’t quite know how to react.
The grin returned. “It’s OK, honey. Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to look after you. The beatings are over for today.”
She tucked my hair behind my ears and said, “They let me see part of your objectification. You were really beautiful. Especially during the whipping.”
She touched my cheek, “I think it’s time you had a reward, don’t you?”
Then she put her arms around me and hugged me again. This time even more tightly.
“Poor baby”, she whispered, “The rod hurts, doesn’t it?”
She kissed me again. Our tongues met and danced coquettishly. Her desire was irresistible and I put my arms around her. I wanted to pull her closer but suddenly she pushed me away.
“No. Not yet.”
She laughed. “What a little slut you are, eh? Don’t think I don’t want to but I’d get into trouble. We must be as they say we must be. No more. No less. Otherwise,” she patted my ass, “Punishment. Understood?”
She opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a leash.
“Come on. I have to take you downstairs.”
She attached the leash to my collar and said, “OK. Get on your knees. I have to blindfold you too. We’ll be going through the corridor and down the service elevator. The guests will be able to see you and whenever you are in public you have to crawl on your hands and knees. They’ll probably want to touch you. Slap you. Whatever. They have the right to do that and if they do you must remain passive no matter what. And remember, don’t speak, even if they provoke you. Try and relax. I’m also your protector – they’ll be able to see that by my collar – and as you are still not officially available for public use yet I can probably keep the really nasty predators at bay for tonight.”
She adjusted the blindfold and said, “Are you ready?”
She patted my ass.
Image – Martin Zurmühle
The corridor was busy with people coming and going. The floor was carpeted and as I crawled along it I could hear the soft pad of footsteps and muffled conversations all around me. Occasionally I felt hands on me, someone stroked my back and a man slapped my ass really hard and said “Wow, Cherice. That’s a beauty you’ve got there.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir. She’ll be available for play real soon, Sir.”
We walked on a little further and all of a sudden she yanked on my leash, “Kneel. Wait. Default position.”
For a moment I knew what a dog must feel like. It was exactly that tone of voice.
I obeyed quickly and immediately heard another man’s voice, “My. She’s a cute one, isn’t she? New?”
“Yes, Sir. Just arrived this morning, Sir.”
“She’s is very pretty, isn’t she?”
A woman’s voice now. A couple.
“When will she be available for use?”
“Very soon, Ma’am. Her status is “0” for now. Unfortunately there needs to be a little more training and fine tuning before she can be made available to the guests. If Ma’am and Sir would like to make a booking in reception I’m sure she’ll available in a day or two.
“Yes, of course. “0”. That means ‘object’ doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Ma’am. At the moment she can only be used as furniture or as an ornament. But we can soon fast track her to pleasure doll, slave or slut, if that would suit Sir and Madam more.”
“Yes. Definitely. She really is a beauty, isn’t she? Pleasure doll means she can be used in a game, doesn’t it?”
My bottom was slapped and fingers ran over my back and ass. A hand squeezed my thigh.
The woman said, “She’s gorgeous. Just what we’re looking for. Hey, what about using her for that punishment rack idea, honey?”
“Yeah. That’d be cool.”
He was running his fingers slowly over my lower back.
“Are you her trainer?” the woman asked.
“Yes Ma’am. I’m one of her keepers. So yes I’m responsible for discipline and training. Did you have something special in mind, Ma’am?”
“Well, yes my partner and I are looking for a female to be tortured on a rack in a medieval dungeon. This one looks perfect.”
“Such a gorgeous ass,” the man said. His hands were all over me now. “I like them plump. Fleshy.”
What? Plump? Fleshy? Was he saying I had a fat ass? The nerve of him. I’d been dieting for weeks.
Another slap. Much harder this time. It stung. My ass was still very sensitive from the objectification. I gritted my teeth and kept still.
“Mmm, sounds good too.”
“There are marks on her buttocks and back,” the woman said, “Has she been whipped recently?”
“Just this afternoon, Ma’am. She was initiated and objectified today.”
“So she’s virgin produce then? Still not been used?
“Yes, as far as we are concerned, Ma’am, that’s true. I can’t say what she got up to before she was delivered here of course. Some get sent here for punishment and retraining and who knows what they’ve been up to before they get here.”
“Yes, terrible isn’t it?”
They were laughing but it sounded a little forced. I got the impression the woman was excited and very turned on but was desperate not to show it.
“We’ll be able to have complete control over her, won’t we?”
“We are Gold Card members,” the man added.
“Yes, Sir of course. Access would be supervised but you have complete command of her. She’s entirely yours for the duration. You can book her for an evening or the whole night. And may I say Sir, that the medieval torture scenario is one of my favorites too. I had the pleasure of seeing her whipped this afternoon and she’s a beauty. Very graceful. She’d be perfect for you.”
There was a definite tone of urgency in the woman’s voice now. She wasn’t even bothering to cover it up. She wanted this. Me. Naked and tortured on a rack. It was her fantasy. She’d probably had been waiting to act it out for a long time. Who knows. Maybe years.
“And as trainer you’d be able to torture her for us, would you? You look like you’d be good with a whip. I’m sure you’d be quite severe with her. Punish her well.”
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“Thank you, yes, Ma’am. We can do anything you want to her. Either me or my partner. He’s a male servant. If you’d prefer that.”
“Oh No. I mean yes. Both of you. Of course. At the same time. Yes. Whipping. And me too. All of us. No, wait minute,” she laughed nervously, “Not whipping me.”
Was that a Freudian slip I just heard there? She was getting quite flustered by the thought of it all.
“Oh dear what am I saying? I mean all of us whipping her at the same time.”
She sounded quite breathless and although she was laughing there was a definite edge in her voice. Whatever cruel desires she’d had to repress over the years were going to explode all over my sweet plump ass. And soon. I imagined her staring at me. Her hands trembling slightly. Sweating with anticipation. Her heart pounding fast from the promise of it. The idea of my naked body entirely at her disposal. At her mercy. Tied to a rack. Unable to move or escape. Hers to do anything she wanted with. Anything at all. Anything.
“I want to see her broken,” she said quite matter-of-factly. “You know, crying, pleading, begging for our mercy.”
“Of course Ma’am. We can do that. That’s always a precious moment, isn’t it Ma’am? The tears. The breathless sobbing.”
“Yes, absolutely. Really beautiful.”
“It’s your first time is it, Ma’am? Well the fantasy can be exactly as Sir and Madam wish. There are no limits. You dream them up and we act them out for you.”
And then, in a tone that was deliberately ominous and conspiratorial, Cherice added, “Only of course the slave won’t be acting.”
The woman laughed again. “No. Yes. Of course. She’ll be begging. Yes. Begging. Oh yes thank you yes, yes, that would be wonderful. Yes, wonderful. Wouldn’t it darling?”
“It sure would.”
She sounded like she was on the point of cumming. He, however, seemed a lot calmer about it. I expect he had more experience. His hand was still slowly working my ass, gently stroking my butt cheeks. One finger occasionally sliding between the crack. It was very soothing. I liked it and I sensed he knew exactly where he wanted to go and how long he was going to take getting there. And he knew I knew. My pussy was wet.
But he was in no hurry. I sensed the self control of the true Dom. He liked the idea of making it last. He’d play with me. Tease me. The torment would be slow and long.
And I would respond to that.
“Could she have a butt plug put in?”
“Of course, Sir. I’ll attend to that straight away.”
Buttplugs. That was cool. I liked buttplugs. Yes. I was definitely warming to him.
The medieval torture idea sounded like the kind of thing I used to fantasize about in my early teens. You know, the wife catches the maid being fucked by the husband and then conspires to have her sent off to the inquisition to be tortured for a crime she’s completely innocent of.
Cherice had said it would be “supervised”.
OK. Good. I could get into that.
His fingers were probing inside my pussy. Pressing on my clit. Rubbing gently, so gently…
Oh yes, Sir. I must be punished. I’m so sorry, Sir. Punish me, Sir. I’m just a silly servant girl. Teach me a lesson, Sir. Oh Sir, you’re hurting me… Oh Sir…
All of a sudden I heard a loud thump and a bell and what sounded like the door of an elevator opening directly in front of me.
Someone walked out and patted my head.
The fingers withdrew.
Absence. My pussy abandoned. Bereft. Inconsolable.
But charged. Roused. Ready.
Oh Sir… Please, Sir…
I took a deep breath. He would return. I knew it. But with his cock hard, hot and triumphant. And with their whips beating down hard upon my tender naked breasts, he would find an ecstasy within me that was unlike any other. Fierce. Gratifying. Righteous.
And suddenly I understood how much she loved him. Her desire to see me suffer was really just to please him. It was selfless. She had chosen me. For him. For her man. I would become her. Her cunt. And she would watch as I was devoured by him in all his terrible fury.
Oh how beautiful.
“With Sir and Madam’s permission, I have to take her down for grooming now. I am Servant Cherice for your pleasure. That’s C-H-E-R-I-C-E. If Sir and Madam would like to give my name at the desk and make a reservation for the ‘0’ registered to me. We’ll be pleased to serve you in any way. And that does mean in any way. I look forward to it. We’ll be sure to keep her warm and wet for you. Enjoy your stay now, Sir, Madam.”
I imagined her curtsying.
“Thank you so much, my dear. We’ll go over and make the reservation right now.”
“Yes. She’s exactly what we need.”
As they moved off I listened to the woman chatting away. “Well, that was lucky. I really can’t wait now, can you? How soon do you think they’ll let us have her? Meanwhile, what about seeing the pony girl races tomorrow afternoon? We could place a bet on…”
She sounded so happy.
Cherice yanked on my leash.
We entered the elevator and I knelt beside her.
“One booking already. Looks like you’re going to be popular.”
She stroked my hair and added, “We’re gonna have our work cut out looking after you, aren’t we baby doll?”
To be continued.