CHAPTER NINE
MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT
Friday morning duly arrived and I took extra care with my make up and my chains
and clothes positively gleamed. I was determined to make a good impression on my
first assignment in my new life. I was taken to Sandra in her office and she
gave me a close inspection. "Very good, you'll do. I know that you won't let me
down. Now this is what will happen", she continued, "at 1.00pm you will be taken
to our despatch area, packed into a special crate and loaded into our delivery
van. The client lives some distance away and the journey will take a couple of
hours. When you arrive you will remain in the van whilst our agents instal your
wall chains in the house. They will then unload you and the crate from the van
and wheel you into the house where you will be spreadeagled and shackled facing
the wall. Your corset will be removed and you will then be ready for your
client. You shall be issued with a Support Bag. This contains materials for your
ablutions, full make-up and a standard issue Whip for the use if the client. The
agents will remain there until the client arrives and she will sign for you,
checking the number on the disc around your neck or the brand marks with the one
on the invoice. The client is obliged, in her contract, to administer at least
twenty lashes on receipt of the slave and as a further service, and if the
client wishes, the agents will remain there until she has finished with you and
either turn you around in your wall chains or return you to your slave chains.
Do you understand?" "Yes my Lady" I responded. "In that case we will arrange for
you to have some food and drink before you go and ensure that you visit the
toilet"
She pressed the buzzer and one of the women entered with two dog bowls. I
readily consumed the contents before a lead chain was attached and I was led
down to the despatch room. The woman indicated for me to crouch on a wood and
steel pallet, barely 2ft square, then two others lowered a box, probably no more
than 3ft high, over me and then I heard the sound of latches been closed as it
encased me. It was very uncomfortable to say the least, I was hardly able to
move and there did not appear to be any air holes, although there were one or
two tiny gaps where the crate was sealed. They used a sack truck to carry it out
to the van and I saw a tiny glimpse of daylight, the first time for many days,
as I was wheeled out to the vehicle. The van had a tail lift and within seconds
the crate and I were in the back. I heard the engine turn over and then we were
off.
I think that it was the most bumpy and uncomfortable ride that I had ever
endured and was highly relieved when I heard the sound of gravel under the
wheels of the van as it proceeded up a long drive to the clients house. The
engine was switched off and I heard the agents go into the house. It was some
time before they came back to collect me and transport the crate and me into the
building. The box was opened and I could see that I was in a large entrance
hall. I was led, not into a cellar as I had expected but into a large drawing
room where my wall chains awaited me, somewhat incongruously, amongst the
elegant furniture. I was duly shackled facing the wall and my corset removed.
The agents disappeared into the kitchen to make themselves a drink and we
awaited the arrival of the client. The sound of tyre tracks on the gravel drive
heralded her arrival and I heard conversations as the agents met her in the
hall. They came into the room, "So this is the new slave then?" she said,
walking over towards me, "let's just check the number?" I assume that she was
able to read the numbers branded on my back and buttocks because she did not try
to read the disc attached to my slave collar. "Let's get on with it then" she
added and once more I heard the whish of the whip through the air as my twenty
lashes were dispensed. "That will do for now, I'll save my energies for later,
can you turn it around and then you can go" she asked the agents. "Very good
madam", they replied and turned me around so that I was spreadeagled and facing
into the room. The agents bid their farewell, arranged a pick-up time for the
Sunday and departed.
Through the thick net curtains I could see that it was still light outside. I
could actually see through a window for the first time since I did not know when
and all of a sudden I was in contact with the outside world again. This made my
enslavement difficult to take. I was within touching distance of freedom, but
had not a hope of achieving it and the psychological effect was devastating.
The client came back into the room strode over to me. She was in her early
thirties I would guess, beautiful with long blonde hair and elegantly dressed in
a black business suit and high heels. She lowered my knickers and my penis
quickly responded as she played her long immaculately manicured red nails along
it. A deep smile appeared on her face and she briefly left the room and came
back with a couple of boxes, one of which she placed in front of me. She
unzipped her skirt and let if fall to the floor revealing white satin knickers
and suspenders. She sensuously teased her knickers down, stepped out of the
clothes and onto the box and slid my fat and expectant penis into her wet
vagina. We were now face to face and kissed passionately. She expertly
controlled the thrusts and manoeuvred the situation so that we more or less both
climaxed together and after all the teasing suffered at the hands of Judy it was
utterly glorious. "Mmm that was reasonably OK" she said "You'll have to do
better tonight when I have all my friends around. I'll wait till then to score
you for Sandra"
With that she left the room and closed the door to the hall. I heard water
running upstairs and presumed that she was having a bath. About an hour later I
heard a vehicle come up the drive, the door bell rang and I heard the client
come down the stairs and answer the door. It was apparently the caterers
delivering the food for the party and she ushered them through to the kitchen.
Night had fallen and the room was in darkness when she next came in carrying
cases of bottles of wine. She closed the curtains before switching on the light
and revealing the stunning gown that she was wearing for the night. It was a
skin tight full length gown in midnight blue sequins with a plunge neckline and
slashed to the thighs. With her fishnet stockings and silver stiletto sandals
she looked fantastic and she could see my penis reacting to the sensuality of it
all. She smiled and said "I should save that for later, you'll need it, I
promise!"
The next half an hour or so was spent with her fussing around, tidying up,
putting glasses and bottles out and placing dishes of snacks and sandwiches on
the tables. The sound of a car pulling up outside of the door announced the
first arrival, another beautiful woman gorgeously dressed! "Oh so this is your
new slave" she said, "are we going to test drive her?" "I've already had a
little taster" replied the client, "and it was pretty OK".
The client had brought in a variety of boxes of differing heights for her
guests to stand on and the new arrival tried a couple before settling on one and
stood on it so we were face to face. "I think this will do nicely" she beamed.
The smell from her perfume was electrifying and as she pulled up her green satin
gown I could see that she had come prepared - she wasn't wearing any knickers!
This set the tone for the rest of the night and as it wore on I was absolutely
staggered by the number of beautiful women who had come to the party and I was
really envious of all the beautiful gowns and dresses that they wore. It was an
utterly bizarre situation, they were all lesbians and kissing and cuddling each
other but some of them were also "bisexual" and came over to seduce me as and
well they felt like it. I was truly being used as a sex-slave, not that I
minded, with women like these it was a hell of a lot better than just being
whipped.
Around about midnight the client, whom I had lost sight of in all the melee
and had not seen for ages, smooched up to me and after she had been serviced
announced that she wanted me to meet her girlfriend and would go and fetch her.
I should have guessed. It was Sandra, looking absolutely superb in a strapless
bright red velvet ball gown. "Well hello slut" she beamed, "I hope that you have
been keeping the guests well satisfied?" "I don't know about that my Lady" I
replied, "but I'm doing my best". "Well let's take a quick check shall we?"
Sandra said, selecting a suitable box. She, as with all the numerous guests that
I had thus far encountered, was not wearing any knickers and when she raised her
gown up to expose her white stockings and suspenders I just disappeared into a
huge, heavenly volume of sensually rustling white tulle, lace and satin
petticoats. She fed me in and although I was very sore, she slowly and
wonderfully extracted as much pleasure for us as she could. When she had
finished she stepped off the box and adjusted her dress. "Well I suppose that
was OK for a first assignment" she said.
The night wore on but the party just kept going and I was in non-stop demand.
It was a physical impossibility to satisfy them all and one or two of the guests
were complaining to the client about poor performance and "favouritism", as
though I had any choice in the matter! The client came over to me and said "This
is not very good, slut. This will go down on my report. Anyway I think that it
is time now that all the ladies were able to enjoy you, not just the bisexuals"
I was not quite sure what she meant, but I had a pretty good idea and this was
confirmed when she expertly re-chained me to face the wall and removed my
corset. "Now ladies, please mind my wallpaper" joked the client and to choruses
of cheers and giggles each of the guests had a go at whipping my back.
Fortunately by now they were pretty inebriated and tired and most of them, not
wishing to spoil their beautiful gowns, just gave me a couple of lashes before
handing it over to the next.
When everyone had finished the client repositioned my corset and turned me
back around again to face the room. By now it was several hours into Saturday
and the party was at long last starting to break up. Within about half an hour
only Sandra and the client remained. "We're off to bed now. We're very tired and
it's too late to do anything about the mess here so we'll sort you and the room
out in the morning." With that they left the drawing room hand in hand and
switched out the light. I slumped in my chains and fell asleep - I had earned
it.
