11. Master Alex and The Plumber's Revenge!
Once back at the Lodge, Riccardo unhitched the ponygirls and took them to the
tack room. He only had to remove the various padlocks and unbuckle their
harnesses. It was the ponygirls' job to remove their bridles and boots. The tack
room leads straight into the ponygirl quarters where others took care of them.
Riccardo ensured the tack room door was securely locked and headed across the
courtyard and straight for the video control room.
Master Alex was already seated in the video control room watching the various
screens. He liked to spend his quiet moments here away from the responsibilities
of managing the Lodge. There was little that he didn't see or know about.
"Good evening, Master Riccardo", Master Alex said. He encouraged the use of the
formal titles, aware that it helped to affirm the status of the person, whether
a Master or a lowly bunny. "I trust you had a pleasant day. How is the new
roster working out?"
"Very good, Master Alex. The new timetable is a worthwhile improvement."
"And the bunnies and ponies?"
"All three bunny camps seem contented tonight, and I'm very pleased with my
ponies since we put that new diet in place."
"That's excellent! Now tell me about bunny jessica down there. She's perhaps a
bit feistier that we were expecting, and in trouble again tonight I see."
"An illegal proposition, Master Alex, but nothing unusual for a newcomer. I'm
giving her a standard penalty, but I thought it best to get the ponies back in
the quarters first. I thought I would wander down there later and give bunny
jesssica a few strokes of the cane, maybe have a little fun with her and then
chain her up for the night." Riccardo informed Master Alex of his plans with
complete candour.
If there was one thing that Jessica and the other bunnies underestimated about
their Masters, it was the absolute open honesty between them. 'Say what you feel
and listen to what others are saying and feeling'. It sounds so easy but it
takes an exceptional psychologist and leader to run an organisation that can
actually do that. It was what made this Rabbit Island such a formidable
operation.
Master Alex had a proposition to put to Riccardo. "I've been meaning to spend a
little time with bunny jessica myself and I wonder if you wouldn't mind swapping
with me tonight. There is a new Russian bunny with long blonde hair in the
Buchanan room, looking quite beautiful in a black basque and stockings.
Apparently, she's been chained to the bedposts ready for me. She's all yours if
you want her. Let me know what you think of her when you see me tomorrow."
Riccardo readily agreed and departed for the Buchanan suite, knowing that any
swap with Master Alex was always worth taking. The man had a taste for the
finest of everything.
The infrared camera in the activity zone showed Jessica standing alone in front
of a stout wooden post looking bored and a little anxious. She would have to
wait longer, while Master Alex took a cool shower, changed his clothes and
prepared the necessary equipment for his game.
There were more than one hundred steps carved into the angled cliff face that
led from the cliff top to the beach. It put the activity zone a convenient ten
minutes walk from the Lodge.
Jessica stood locked to the post as Riccardo had instructed. She heard and then
saw a shadow of a man descending the steps high above her. A minute later Master
Alex was standing in front of her, a cane in his hand.
"Good evening bunny jessica. Please don't speak unless you wish for more strokes
from this cane. Stay standing and bend down at the waist! Your ass towards me",
he commanded.
She gulped nervously and obeyed. No baseball small-talk from him tonight!
She heard the whoosh of his cane before feeling the force of it on her ass
cheeks. She stifled her urge to cry out and managed to contain herself to an
"Arrhhh". Four more strokes followed without ceremony with just a small pause
between each. Five more followed on the back of her thighs. It really did hurt
but she didn't cry. She absolutely refused to.
Then the well-caned Jessica stood upright again as he commanded. He fixed his
blue-grey eyes firmly on hers and she felt she couldn't pull away from them as
if mesmerised.
"Do you know why you received those strokes, bunny jessica?"
"Yes, Master."
"Was it worth the pain of those strokes, bunny jessica?"
"No, Master."
"Please try to remember that, bunny jessica. You must never talk to the Masters
about negative things...we will always punish your negative thoughts. Let me say
that again... your negative thoughts will always be punished."
He paused briefly and allowed her to compose herself for a minute. She had not
registered consciously that he said her negative thoughts could be punished. How
could he possibly know what she was thinking? He couldn't.
This is not a supernatural tale, but Master Alex knew something about the power
of hypnotic suggestion. He could never understand why it wasn't more widely
used! While Jessica's conscious self thought she had been told not to TALK about
'negative' things (like trying to escape), her subconscious had been told not to
THINK about such things.
"Now then jessica, tell me how are you being treated by the other bunnies?"
"Very well, thank you."
"And the food. Is it to your liking?"
"Yes, Master the food is very good".
"Are you sleeping well?"
"Yes, Master very well."
"And do you like the beach and the sea and our wonderful climate."
"Yes, Master."
"And your handcuffs and collar? How are they?"
"They fit me very well, Master." She hadn't become a hypnotised zombie. She just
answered his questions honestly.
"Very good, bunny jessica. You have pleased me. Always be positive. That is the
way to enjoy your life here."
She was beginning to understand why the other bunnies talked and acted as they
did.
"Bunny jessica. Tonight I will make love to you. If you do as I tell you, I know
that you will enjoy the experience."
The audacity of the man! Truly she had never met anyone like this before. A man
that expected total obedience and knew how to get it.
He tipped the contents of his rucksack onto the sand. There were coils of white
rope and the usual gags, clamps and chains. He laid out a large beach blanket in
the sand
Jessica was smarting from her strokes but still managing to hold back her tears.
She had brought this misery upon herself and she knew it. Her stupid proposition
to Riccardo had been simply embarrassing. She never was a good flirt.
Master Alex unlocked her from the post and made her lay face down on the
blanket. With her soundly caned buttocks and hands still cuffed behind her she
knew she was his to do with as he saw fit. She was expecting to get a straight
forward screw from him, but it soon became clear that he had more elaborate
plans.
He started by stuffing something in her mouth, a folded piece of fabric, not a
ball-gag as she was expecting. Then something silky... a head-scarf?... was tied
around to firmly gag her. It was tied tight, causing the silk to dig into the
corners of her mouth. It really wasn't so bad, she preferred it to mouthful of
rubber. Next came a blindfold. Another silk head-scarf!
He picked up the first coil of rope, bent her left foot all the way back on to
its thigh and wrapped the rope around the ankle and thigh several times before
cinching the wraps with some neat cross turns He.treated her right leg in the
same way. She knew this was called a frog tie. She felt comfortable laying on
her belly, frog-tied, and cuffed as usual. The blindfold allowed her to 'switch
off' and think her own thoughts.
"I'm going to remove your handcuffs now. If you move your hands I will beat you
again."
She nnnnfffff'd in agreement and he removed the cuffs. She felt her hands laying
on her lower back as they usually did but now nothing held them except his
command. He left her like that for a minute or two noting a surprising
contentedness from her. The bright partial moon seemed to be bathing Jessica in
its soft light. She was has a lovely body. Master Alex felt movement in his
shorts that was hoping not to feel at this early stage.
Next he took her hands and crossed her wrists behind her head so that all her
fingers touched the top of her back. He must have put a dozen turns of the rope
around her wrists before tying off the rope. It was unusual way to tie but
certainly effective. A good exercise for the triceps as well.
Finally, he tied ropes from each ankle-thigh bond then led them up and through
her bound hands behind her head so he could pull back to put some tension on the
ropes. He pulled strongly on the ropes causing her body and shoulders to bend
back like an archers bow, and satisfied, he tied off the ends well out of her
fingers' reach. God, that's tight! she thought, feeling a healthy stretch in
many of her muscles and tendons, somewhat similar to a solo stretching routine
she would do at the gym.
Master Alex stood up to survey his efforts. Not bad at all! Particularly the way
her legs were now fixed open in a V shape. The mound of her pudenda protruded
invitingly into the angle of the V. What a pleasant way to spend the evening, he
thought. He got out his small Mag-lite and studied a sheet of paper before
returning it to his pocket. Jessica would figure out soon enough that he was
studying one of her own BDSM stories that she had posted to the internet. It was
called "The Plumber's Revenge".
Then Jessica could feel Master Alex rubbing something cool and soothing over her
searing buttocks. It felt nice and she started to relax a little, despite the
constant straining of her archer's bow bondage.
Master Alex finished his ministrations on her buttocks and wiped the balm
thoroughly from his hands. He reached for her pussy, pleased to find it quite
damp! Time to play a little game...
"Hey lady! It's a bit damp down here. I think you're leaking!", Alex said in a
passable New York accent.
"nnnnfffff nnn!"
"I'm just going to poke around a bit and see where the leak is coming from."
After putting a little KY on his fingers he started to probe. She could feel his
fingers rubbing slowly on her labia before touching her clitoris. Then his
fingers were inside her, just a little, probing gently, teasing, looking for a
response.
"mmmmmm!"
"Lady, I'm gonna have to get you to turn over, the moistures getting worse. I
can't reach the source of the problem from here."
"uuhh hhuuhh"
He very slowly lifted her by her right arm and right leg and rolled her over
onto her back. Her body was so beautiful arched back by the taut ropes between
her hands behind her head and the ankles-to-thighs ties that she didn't have to
worry about her welted buttocks coming into contact with the ground!
"Now that's a fine set of equipment you have here, let me check they are in good
order before I continue below." He gently massaged her firm breasts for a while,
aware of the prominent points atop them. He teased them expertly with his
tongue. "OK, they are responding fine. I reckon they'll give many years of
satisfactory service for their owners."
She realised that she knew what would happening next, the devious bastard was
enacting one of her own stories. Jessica, bound, gagged and blindfolded could do
no more to prevent the outcome than could the heroine in her story. She squirmed
helplessly, knowing that if Master Alex was as diligent as the Plumber in the
story she was in for a rough ride!
"OK, lady, I'm gonna move down below now and see if I can locate the source of
your problem." This guy knew how to be cruel.
He moved between her V shaped legs and the two fingers of his left hand started
probing in her vagina more firmly than before, while the thumb was pressing down
on her clitoris. His right hand was spread and pressing firmly on her belly.
Jessica's heart was pumping fast.
"nnnnnnnnnnnn!", she moaned as he located her G-spot. Oh God, that feels good -
she thought, and began to pray that he wouldn't suddenly stop. She felt she
wanted to piss but that was probably just the way he was touching her.
"mmmppphhh!". That was her best noise to tell him to keep doing what he was
doing. She had written the story but no-one had ever actually done it to her
like this!
After patient, attentive work from Master Alex, an orgasm finally exploded
within her, and soon after a second happened, and then a third, like the bangs
when you clock up the credits on a pinball machine. She was destroyed,
liberated, undone all within moments. She feared she might fall apart if her
stringent rope bondage was removed. It seemed to be all that held her together.
And still he continued his expert massaging inside her vagina.
The Plumber was getting tired, but knew that the deed was nearly done. He just
had to stay in character a while longer.
"OK, lady. I think we've fixed the problem. Your equipment is in excellent
working order. Before I leave you can I interest you in an executive polish?"
"mmm". She replied. She felt ready for a good straightforward fuck, just like
the herione in her story.
"No? Well, OK lady I respect that's your choice"
"mmmmmmpppphhhh". The bastard. It's her story and the woman gets fucked at this
point!
"What's that? You've had enough? You want me to go now?"
"uuuucchhh...... eeee!", how much plainer did he want it?
"You want a discount?"
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!". That was the squirming female's hopeless attempt at throwing
a tantrum.
In the story, Jessica had not allowed time for her plumber to undress before
fucking the heroine, so Master Alex was having to improvise in character while
stripping off. Quite a feat considering the rod of iron that had just sprung out
of his pants.
Soon he was inside her, thrusting deep within her; pushing her whole body
slightly backwards with each thrust. Both climaxed in one violent extended
cacophonous duet...just as the characters did in Jessica's story.
Master Alex took a short walk to the water's edge, leaving Jessica bound as she
was. The evening was warm and pleasant as usual, the quarter moon casting a soft
shimmering light upon the calm sea. He smiled to the sea, the satisfaction of a
man who had settled for nothing less than paradise.
Jessica was still bound in her tight archer's bow still blindfolded and gagged
with the silk scarves. Master Alex had skillfully brought her off numerous
times, given her a truly robust fucking and now her tight bonds offered no
deliciously erotic anticipation, nor were they firm restraints to fight against
during the sex act. It was now just a frustrating and painful misery as if the
ropes were taking their own pleasure.
Master Alex knew better than to untie Jessica straight after sex; that's just
what lovers do, and he wasn't her lover. It was fully half an hour before the
tearful Jessica was finally released from the ropes.
***
Jessica was standing chained to a post in the activity zone, chained hand and
foot exactly as she had seen Sumi a few days earlier. She must have spent her
first hour raging against the chains and cursing and yelling at the
long-departed Master Alex from behind a large red ballgag. He had stripped her
of all dignity and she hated him.
Now she just wanted to go to bed, wrap herself up in her sheet and have a
blissful sleep. Instead the night passed slowly and wretchedly as Jessica
speculated which of her other stories would be used against her. Not all of them
concluded as satisfyingly as the Plumber Revenge. She began to get worried...
