Chapter Six
Chastened by her ordeal at the stables, Elizabeth resumed her domestic
chores in a more dutiful frame of mind. She knew she had behaved badly, and if
the punishment had been of an unforeseen severity, she could not say it was
undeserved. Though to an extent the whipping had atoned for her offences, she
still felt a measure of guilt which could only be fully assuaged through
prolonged humility and service. Moreover, she felt, even though Matt had said
nothing, that she had in some measure let him down, that she had failed to
achieve the high level of submission which he required of her. She feared that
he was disappointed in her, and this she could not bear. Accustomed to set
herself the highest standards in everything she undertook, she did not like the
thought that she had failed, and that Matt should think the less of her for it.
She hoped that by devoted service and absolute obedience she might yet
redeem herself. Not only did she now follow all Matt's instructions
meticulously, but she cut out all the little gestures by which she had
previously attempted to preserve some measure of independence for herself. Many
of these gestures had been unobserved by Matt, or so she hoped; the little
shrugs of mock resignation, the pouts as she turned away, the almost inaudible
sighs as some new, tedious labour was assigned to her. And in particular there
were the all-too frequent looks, pleading for a touch, a kiss, not so much an
entreaty for sexual indulgence, for that, she knew, would be most strictly dealt
with, but just a mute appeal for attention, to be at least noticed. Even these
tiny gestures, so slight in case they should provoke punishment, she now
renounced. She would be patience on a monument, bearing all with sweet
resignation, asking nothing for herself.
Although there was no reason to suppose that other rooms besides the
kitchen had hidden cameras, Elizabeth also abjured the furtive acts of
masturbation which had relieved the tedium of her service. She thought she might
without discovery have played with herself in the bathroom or bedroom as before,
but now she no longer had the desire. It seemed to her that such petty deceits
were unworthy of her, did not measure up to the high aspirations she had set
herself. She found a certain noble satisfaction could be derived from total
abstinence. I shall be a nun, she said to herself, sublimating my desires into
an ever more perfect submissiveness.
There was all the more reason to behave herself, to be in reality the model
of servility she had pretended to be and which Matt so clearly wished for, since
Matt himself had changed in his behaviour towards her. Where previously his
voice had been curt, cold even, now it was warm and caring. Where earlier in the
week he had caressed her, if at all, then in a distant, absent-minded manner,
now he gave her a tender kiss on departure, a kiss on the mouth, his lips
lingering on hers. And when he returned he would stroke her, not as before, as
if she were some object which might keep his restless fingers occupied, as one
might fiddle with a set of keys or a piece of string. Now he would take her on
his knees and put his hand between her legs while holding her head with his
other hand, looking into her eyes as he felt her cunt, and smiling when he found
it wet.
Why was is always so wet, she wondered, when all day she had been so
virtuous, going about her business trying not to think of sex, not touching
herself, doing nothing except what she had been ordered. And yet still the fluid
oozed from her cunt, betraying her, the shameful fluids welling up deep within
her. She thought about this as she went about her tasks, on her knees scrubbing
floors, bending over at the sink washing Matt's clothes by hand, peeling
vegetables. Perhaps, she thought, though I try to expunge desire from my
conscious mind, at a deeper level it is only strengthened. The more I try to
damp down my longings, the more I feed the well-springs of my lust, because my
wish to subject myself, to be nothing but what my Master wants me to be, is
itself at the heart of my sexual being, and so if I concentrate all my thoughts
upon that, I must stimulate myself all the more.
She wished it were not so, wished at least that she would not show these
visible signs. She wanted Matt to think she had renounced the pleasures of the
flesh for his sake, devoting herself solely to his needs, taking no thought for
her own. Would not this be perfect service? She even went to the extreme of
wiping herself dry just before he returned in the evening. But the moment he had
her on his knee, her juices began to flow as copiously as ever.
He was gentle with her in the evenings, allowing her to nestle close to him
on the sofa while he read, or stroking her hair softly as she knelt naked at his
feet. And then when they had gone upstairs, he would take her into his bed,
spreading her legs and licking her there, coaxing her to climax with his tongue.
And after, he would lift her to a kneeling position and penetrate her from
behind, going into her so deeply, fucking her long and hard. Although she was
still not allowed to sleep in his bed, each night she curled up in her blanket
on the floor smiling with contentment.
Thus it went on for three or four days, until they were nearly at the end
of the week. She found it hard to think about going back to work next week. She
was so happy she wanted this to go on for ever. She knew this was not realistic,
but still she dreamed of being his slave, always at his beck and call. If only
things could always be the way they were just now, how happy she would be!
Little did she realise what fresh challenges lay just ahead.
On Sunday Elizabeth had cooked a special lunch, and as a treat Matt had
allowed her to share it with him, sitting at the table opposite and conversing
almost like a conventional couple. Though she was still naked, the nipple clamps
had been dispensed with for the day. Afterwards, Elizabeth brought Matt coffee
into the sitting room, where he reclined on the sofa watching football on the
TV. Not an inveterate sports fan, Matt was an occasional viewer when he felt
like relaxing and doing nothing in particular. Elizabeth was perhaps more of a
fan than he was, and was keen to see the game. She was sitting at his feet, one
arm resting on his lap while he stroked her hair, both watching the game, when
there was a ring at the door.
'Who could that be?' Elizabeth asked, annoyed to have their peace
disturbed.
'Better go see,' said Matt.
Elizabeth looked around for something to put on.
'Go like that,' said Matt.
'In the nude? Come on!' she said.
'Just do as you are told,' said Matt. The hard edge had come back into his
voice. He glared at her fiercely.
Elizabeth got to her feet, not certain of what to do. Whether it was a
stranger at the door or a friend, she would die of shame to open the door naked.
Why was Matt making her do this?
'For the last time,' Matt said. 'Open the damn door. This minute.'
Reluctantly she walked out into the hall. Why had Matt changed so suddenly?
She glanced at herself in the hall mirror, twisting round to look at her bottom.
The bruises left by the horsewhip were nearly gone, but some faint marks
remained. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Standing there was the UPS
man, not in uniform this time, but wearing a T-shirt and jeans. There were two
other young men standing behind him.
'Remember me?' he said with a smile.
'I thought I told you -' Elizabeth protested.
The three men pushed past Elizabeth and walked down the hall and into the
sitting room. She followed after, confused.
'Hi, Darryl,' Matt said to the UPS man. 'How are you?'
'Great, great,' he said. 'This here is Bobby, and that's Zack.'
Bobby was blonde and muscular. His T-shirt was cut off at the shoulders,
showing impressive biceps. Zack, by contrast, was dark and slightly built, with
long eyelashes and brown eyes. Elizabeth stood awkwardly by the door, unable to
take in what was going on. Did Matt really know these men?
'Boys,' said Matt, indicating Elizabeth, 'that is my house slut. I keep her
to do chores and suchlike. Anything you want she will provide for you. Just tell
her. Anything at all.'
'Anything?' Darryl leered. The other two laughed.
'Sure, anything. Get us some beer,' Matt said to Elizabeth. 'And make
popcorn.'
Elizabeth turned, glad to get away to the kitchen where she could at least
collect her thoughts. Had Matt brought these men to his house in order to make
her their plaything? Was he really going to let them have their way with her?
She could not believe it.
She tried to be nonchalant when she took them out their beer, handing round
the cans as if being naked in front of strange men was normal for her, nothing
to make a fuss about. But she saw how they looked at her, how their eyes
followed her, running up and down her body, fastening on her breasts, on her
belly, on her shaved pudenda. When she turned to go back out into the kitchen,
she could feel them staring at her ass. Just how visible were the marks of
discipline upon her behind?
She came back out again with a large dish of popcorn. The men were only
half watching the game. And as soon as she appeared they all turned to look at
her. All except Matt, who was regarding the three others with an amused smile.
'Come here,' said Matt when she had put the dish down.
Elizabeth went and stood before him.
'Well, Darryl,' Matt said. 'You fucked her once before. How was she?'
Darryl hesitated for a moment, uncertain quite how far to presume on his
acquaintanceship.
'She was great,' he said. 'I'd go again any time.'
Matt put his hand between Elizabeth's legs and pushed a finger up inside
her cunt. He moved it around a little, then withdrew it. He held it up for the
others to see how wet it was.
'Looks like she's ready to go again, Darryl,' Matt said.
'Now?' Darryl asked.
'As soon as you like,' Matt said. He pushed Elizabeth towards Darryl, who
reached out and grabbed her. He pulled her down on to his lap and began to kiss
her. She tried to turn her face away, but he seized her by the hair and pulled
her face round, pushing his tongue into her mouth. His other hand went between
her legs, forcing its way between her thighs though she tried to close them. Her
mind was in a turmoil. Was she supposed to refuse him? Did Matt expect her to
display at least some modesty? Or was she meant to play the slut he had just
said she was?
Darryl pushed her back down on to the sofa. He forced himself between her
legs. Holding both her wrists about her head with one hand, he undid his belt
with the other, then pulled down his zipper. Elizabeth looked across at the
others. Bobby and Zack were watching her intently, hardly able to believe their
eyes. Matt was studiously looking at the TV. Could he not bear to watch? Did he
not care what was happening to her? Or was it a pretended indifference, a way of
making her submission to his will more extreme, more total?
She felt Darryl's cock pushing against the opening to her cunt.
Instinctively, trying hard not to think too much, she opened her legs further
and moved her hips so that he entered her. I can't believe I'm doing this, she
thought, being fucked in broad daylight in front of three other guys. Darryl
started pounding into her; there was no finesse, he just wanted her quickly.
Perhaps he feared it was too good to be true and that at any moment Matt would
call a halt. Elizabeth stared back at the other two men watching. She would do
whatever Matt told her to, but she wasn't going to let any of the others
intimidate her. She wanted them to know that they could use her as they wished
because she chose to do Matt's bidding, not because she was a whore who didn't
care.
Darryl ejaculated inside her with a grunt and a half-suppressed oath. He
was far too quick for her to approach an orgasm, even had she been inclined. He
rolled off her and sat up, adjusting his clothing.
'Damn me,' he said to the others. 'That was good. You guys should try
some.'
'Come here,' Bobby said to Elizabeth. She looked over at Matt, but his eyes
were still glued to the TV. With a show of indifference she got up and walked
across.
'On your knees,' Bobby said.
She got down in front of him. He unzipped his jeans and brought out his
cock.
'Suck it,' he said.
It seemed as if the extremity of the situation, the fact that she was to be
used as they pleased, with no concern for her wishes, produced in the men a
corresponding desire to abase her, as if they must take the chance, in a
situation they thought might never be repeated, to subject her to degradation,
to humiliate her. They probably aren't bad guys at all, she thought. But having
for once in their lives complete power over a woman, they were determined to use
it to the full.
She bent her head and took Bobby's cock in her mouth, sucking the swollen
tip, pressing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, then sliding her
tongue across it from side to side. Bobby had hold of her hair, twisting it a
little, not very painfully, just keeping her head in place, exactly where he
wanted it. She bent her head lower, deep-throating him, taking his cock almost
all the way into her mouth, sucking hard on the shaft. She lifted her head a
little, licking the tip of his cock, then dipping her head up and down, the cock
going in and out. While she did this she moved her hand up and down the shaft,
squeezing. She was good at this, she knew, and it wasn't long before Bobby
groaned and his semen shot into her mouth. She took her mouth away and found a
tissue to spit into. Once more she looked towards Matt. As she did so he turned
away. So he had been watching after all.
'Hey, girl,' said Zack. 'Get me another beer.'
Elizabeth went out to the kitchen. She wiped between her legs, then rinsed
her mouth out. She took beers back and handed them round.
'Come and sit here,' said Zack.
He made her sit on his knees, her back to him. He put one hand around her
breasts, pinching each of the nipples in turn. She was still sore from a week of
nipple clamps and she caught her breath. He reached round her with his other
hand, stroking her belly, then he put his hand between her legs.
'Nice and loose now,' he murmured into her ear. 'Just ready for another
one.'
He made her raise herself up while he undid his jeans. Then he told her to
lower herself slowly, placing his cock so that she slid down on to it. She
looked out at the other men as she sat with Zack's cock up inside her, her legs
spread wide. So, her look said, so what if you think I'm a slut. I don't care
what you think. You don't know why I'm doing this and you never will, and what
you may think about me can't touch me.
But beneath the bravado of her defiant look as they stared she felt shame.
Because all women are brought up to feel shame when men see their desire, and
she was no different. She'd tried to fight that, tell herself desire was good,
and showing it was good, but she had never quite shaken off her belief that only
sluts actually wanted men to fuck them, and only really dirty sluts ever let men
see their need.
She began to move herself up and down on Zack's cock. It felt good inside
her cunt, whatever the conflicts in her head. Zack reached round and began to
play with her clit. Though he was the youngest of the three men, he seemed to
have the most idea of what to do with a woman, how to please her. Neither of the
other two had given a thought to Elizabeth's pleasure, being intent only on
their own. But Zack's finger on her clit was skilled. He'd done this before,
knew how to find out just which way a woman liked it. She guided him a little,
moving his finger off to one side, and he responded immediately. Soon she knew
she would come. But how would Matt respond? Wasn't it one thing to see her used
by other men, forced to comply with whatever they wanted from her because he,
Matt, wished it so? And wasn't it quite another for her to take pleasure in it,
to enjoy another man's cock in her so much that she climaxed? What would Matt
feel about her taking her pleasure independent of him?
As the orgasm seized her in its grip she lost these thoughts, feeling only
the intense spasm, the moment of total abandon, the self-centred concentration
on her body in its throes of ecstasy. Only as the convulsions subsided did she
focus once more on Matt. He was looking at her all right, looking straight at
her, but she could not read the expression on his face.
Slowly she disengaged from Zack and stood up.
'Hey girl,' said Bobby, 'More beer here. Let's get our priorities
straight.'
Darryl laughed. 'Yeah, more beer.'
Elzabeth went out to the kitchen and returned with four cans. She handed
them round. She held out the last one to Matt, who took it without a word. Oh,
if only he would signal, just with a gesture, if she was doing it right, if this
was how he wanted her. She would do anything, she thought, anything at all if
only he would tell her that it pleased him.
'That's all the beer there is,' she said.
Matt looked surprised. 'It's all gone?'
'Yes, all of it.'
'Well,' said Matt, 'we haven't finished the game yet.'
She didn't know if he meant the game on TV, or the other game they were
playing.
'Go out and get some more,' he said.
She turned and went back into the kitchen. In the laundry room were the
shorts and T-shirt she'd worn before. She put them on and went out to the car.
At the store she grabbed a couple of dozen cans, and a bottle of wine for later,
though what might come later she had no idea. The guy behind the till looked
intently at her steel collar.
'Some kind of a bondage thing?'
'Some kind of,' she said.
When she got back she put the beer in the fridge, then carried some cans
through into the sitting room. Darryl, Bobby and Zack were sprawled watching the
TV.
'Where's Matt?' Elizabeth asked.
'He went out,' said Darryl.
'Out? When is he coming back?'
'He didn't say. He told us to make ourselves at home.'
Bobby laughed. 'Get your clothes off, bitch.'
Elizabeth didn't care for that word, not even in fun, and Bobby didn't
sound like he meant it as fun. She glared at him, but pulled off the T-shirt and
stepped out of the shorts. Clearly things were not over, and clearly Matt meant
her to carry on. If not he would have told her.
When she was naked Bobby got up and took her by the hand. He pushed her
down over the arm of the sofa so that her face was buried in the cushions.
Darryl was sitting at the other end, watching. Spreading her legs, Bobby
unzipped himself and pushed his cock into her without ceremony.
'She's been nicely greased by now, huh, Bobby?' Darryl drawled.
'Goddam slut,' said Bobby. 'Did you ever know such a little whore?'
He was fucking her with powerful thrusts, but since he'd come once he was
in no hurry. Elizabeth felt his cock driving into her, heard the slap of his
groin against her ass.
'She's got marks on her ass,' Bobby said. 'Looks like someone was a naughty
little tramp and got a whipping for it.'
Darryl laughed. Elizabeth wondered just how much he knew. Had Matt told him
what had been the consequences of her seduction of him? She tried not to think
of that.
With Matt gone she felt different. While he was there the submissive, the
slut, the dirty little trollop in her had been given full rein because she knew
that was what he wanted, and she was happy to do those things for him. Now, she
wasn't sure what she felt. Though Matt had pretended to ignore her, she felt
sure he was intensely aware of everything she did, everything she experienced.
Now, she was still doing these things for him, but in an abstract way. It was so
much harder.
But while Bobby fucked her she made herself think about herself and Matt,
of how much he wanted her to be like this. He might be absent, but how much more
his mastery of her would be demonstrated if she could be his willing submissive
even without his reassuring presence. She felt now she knew what he wanted, and
she was proud to do it for him.
Darryl moved up on the sofa, grasping her hair in his hand and roughly
pulling Elizabeth's head up. He undid himself and brought out his cock, then
lowered her head, placing it between her lips.
'Suck,' he said. 'I know how much you like to.'
She took his cock right in, almost to the back of her throat so that she
was near gagging, then lifted her head a little and sucked the tip. She closed
her teeth around it, just nipping it gently. Darryl groaned. She moved her head
up and down, shaping her tongue and lips like a cunt for him so that he was
fucking her mouth. A wave of lust broke over her. Goddam, she thought to
herself, they want a whore, they'll get one. Suddenly Darryl ejaculated, his
sperm spurting to the back of her throat, filling her mouth.
When he had finished she turned and spat on to the seat covers. There was
nowhere else. Well, she thought incongruously, they'll wash. Bobby was still
fucking her from behind, taking his time. Then, unexpectedly, he withdrew.
'OK, you little tramp, let's see if you like it this way.'
He knelt behind her and, gasping her buttocks in his hands, spread them
wide. She felt his tongue lick over the little puckered mouth of her anus.
Instinctively she squeezed it shut, then forced herself to relax. If this was
what he wanted, Matt would wish her to accommodate him, would he not? Bobby
circled the hole, rimming her, pushing saliva into her, opening her, greasing
her. Bobby stood up and pushed his finger into her mouth as she knelt over the
arm of the sofa.
'Lick it good,' he said, 'let's get nice and slick for Bobby.'
He took his finger from her mouth and slid it into her asshole, dilating it
further. She saw the others watching avidly. This would be the ultimate in her
degradation, this was what they wanted most, to see her sodomised. And for
Matt's sake, it was what she wanted to. She wasn't sure if it was better he
wasn't here to see it. It was easier in a way to play the complete whore in
front of these men who didn't know her, would never know her. Would she have
revealed quite so much of herself to Matt? Could she?
Bobby sat down on the sofa. His cock stuck straight up, glistening still
from rooting in her cunt.
'Come here,' he said.
She could see what he wanted. She turned her back to him and squatting
above him, lowered herself till she could feel his cock nestling against her
asshole. Slowly, apprehensively, she lowered herself, forcing her muscles to
relax, taking his cock in. It felt huge yet, despite her qualms, not too much
so. Inch by inch she lowered herself till she was impaled. Cautiously she began
to move a little while Bobby held rigid, squirming a little on his cock,
twisting slightly, raising herself a fraction before subsiding.
'Jesus, that's good,' said Bobby. 'It's so lovely.'
Elizabeth permitted herself a smile. She had no respect for these men, they
were simply props in the little play she and Matt were acting out for each
other. Yet she couldn't help a little glow of gratification at knowing how good
she was, how much pleasure she could give a man. She moved a little more, with
increased confidence. She looked back at Darryl and Zack watching her. Darryl
had an answering smile, but Zack was more intent. She saw him open his jeans and
take out his cock, stroking it. Without thinking, just instinctively, she put
out her hand and beckoned him. Zack stood up and walked over, his cock still in
his hand. While he had been fucking her from behind she hadn't realised just how
big he was, at least an inch longer than the other two, and thicker too, though
he was the youngest, and the most slightly built, except there. She reached out
her hand and wrapped it round his cock, pulling it towards her.
'Fuck me,' she said.
She pulled her legs up, bending her knees and raised her thighs up towards
her chest, offering her cunt spread wide. Zack squatted above her on one knee,
lowering himself till his cock was in line with her, then sliding it in. It was
so lovely to feel him, feel the two of them. She'd hardly even imagined such a
thing before, hardly dared admit to herself such filthy thoughts, but now she
thought it was lovely to be mounted fore and aft by cocks, and all for Matt. If
only he could see her now.
And then suddenly, there he was, standing in the doorway, silent and
motionless, observing her as the two men fucked her. Elizabeth blushed. And Matt
gave her a wink. In that moment she thought she would have died in exchange for
such a gesture, if she had had to. It was such a beautiful thing, that he
noticed her, that he invited her into this secret moment shared by just the two
of them. The tears welled up in her eyes for sheer delight that he acknowledged
her, that he was not only pleased with her, but pleased for her too, that he
wanted her to take pleasure.
Now with his sanction she began to enjoy herself to the full, working hard
to synchronise the movements of the two men, riding the cock in her ass slowly
and carefully while pulling Zack towards her, her hands round his buttocks as he
thrust vigorously into her. She wondered if the two men could feel each other
inside her, if their cocks pushed against each other through the thin wall of
flesh. She felt more full than she had ever felt in her life. And suddenly
Darryl got up from his chair and came towards her and half stood on the sofa
beside her, puling out his cock, only half erect. Turning her face towards him
he pushed his cock into her mouth.
It was too much, really. She couldn't concentrate on all three at once. It
was a lovely idea, but the mechanics were beyond her, especially now that she
could feel another orgasm welling up, could feel her clit being pounded into
submission by Zack's cock, and as the orgasm hit her she pulled her head away
from Darryl's cock because she needed to cry out, needed to let out a shout of
joy that Matt could hear.
Bobby came first of the men. She felt his cock in her ass kick and buck and
sensed rather than actual felt his hot semen burst into her bowels. Then Zack
came too, his big cock ramming into her again and again as it shot its spurts of
thick white stuff deep into her cunt. And finally Darryl, holding his cock near
her face, rubbing it furiously with his hand, squirted on to her nose and lips
and eyes and hair, and then they were all done.
Gradually, gingerly, she disengaged from them. She got up and walked, a
trifle unsteadily, over to Matt, who still leaned against the door. She knelt at
his feet, turning to face the three men. She could feel Darryl's semen drying on
her face. She didn't wipe it. Matt put out his arm and rested his hand on her
shoulder, protectively.
'Game's over, boys,' he said. 'Time to go home.'
There was something a little sheepish in the way they filed out, as if they
didn't know how to conduct themselves now their passion was spent. Bobby and
Darryl ignored her as they passed, but Zack nodded his head and smiled.
When they'd gone, Matt picked her up in his arms and carried her up the
stairs. He took her into the bathroom and ran hot water into the bath. When it
was full he picked her up again and lowered her into the water. He began to wash
her with infinite gentleness, soaping her back, her breasts, inviting her to
kneel while her washed her cunt and her ass, rinsing away the men's sperm. Matt
washed her face carefully, then kissed it. Pouring shampoo into his palm he
spread it on her hair and washed it, rinsing her under the shower. Then when she
stepped out he dried her in a warm towel, tenderly patting her face, her
still-sore nipples, rubbing the towel delicately between her legs, between her
buttocks.
He carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and took his clothes
off. He lay between her legs and kissed her there, his tongue slowly circling
her clit till she came. Then he fucked her as she lay with legs spread for him.
When he'd finished he held her in his arms.
'Now you smell of me again.' he said.
He told her to get dressed. While he lay naked on the bed, he selected from
the underwear she showed him, black silk bra and knickers chosen above red satin
and white cotton. From the wardrobe she took dresses until he settled on one, in
black crepe-de-chine with a low neckline and short hemline. 'A little black
number,' he said. 'Elegant.'
She put on shoes and sat to do her make-up. Matt got dressed himself,
putting on a clean shirt and a suit, but no tie. When they were ready he led her
downstairs. He opened the wine she had bought and they toasted each other. Matt
began preparing the dinner.
'Can I help?' Elizabeth said.
'No,' he said. 'The week is over. You've done your bit.'
'What happens next?' she said. She was sure he had it all worked out.
'Tomorrow is another day,' he said.
She got up and kissed him behind the ear. So be it, she thought.
