AUTHOR’S NOTE: This can be a story of sexual fantasy. All occasions and characters are fictional, though many are impressed by my experiences. When participating in BDSM, I all the time adhere to SSC (secure, sane and consensual) rules. Readers are warned, nevertheless, that I’ve depicted a couple of scenes in ways in which some may deem extreme. Those that object to such depictions are inspired to take pleasure in different works.
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CHAPTER ONE, during which Holly will get some welcome information.
I may hardly await night to reach.
It had been almost a month since I might final been allowed to depart the grounds of the property. Almost a month since I might final spoken to anybody aside from to Sir or Mistress. Almost a month since I might final spoken in any respect, for that matter.
Mistress had revoked my speech privileges on the night time of her birthday dinner, which Sir had organized at Nick & Toni’s. For those who’re ever vacationing within the Hamptons, and also you’d wish to get a selfie with a well-known actress or musician or sports activities star, then eating at Nick & Toni’s might be your finest guess. It is also your finest guess if you would like to pay twenty-eight bucks for a similar salad you possibly can get at Applebee’s for 3 sixty-nine, however since I wasn’t paying, I did not fear about that. Nick & Toni’s is Sir’s go-to restaurant for negotiating certainly one of his mega-deals (to not point out for seducing new submissives, however that is one other story), and it is the place Mistress needed to go.
So, it is the place we went. Sir pulled the Cayenne round and opened the entrance door for Mistress. I climbed within the again, and the three of us made the trek to East Hampton.
I believed the night had gone rather well, to be trustworthy. The meals and the 2 bottles of wine had been every part you’d anticipate for $923 plus tax and tip. The entrance home workers took sufficient discover of Mistress’s birthday to please her, however not a lot as to embarrass her, and a few celebrities (sorry, I can not title names) even stopped by our desk to congratulate her. Sir was in uncommon kind along with his tales and jokes. Even after fourteen years of marriage, Mistress nonetheless worships the bottom he walks on, and I obtained a kick out of watching her stare at him throughout the desk all night like a teenybopper ogling Harry Kinds.
However as quickly as we obtained residence, Mistress began yelling at me. She accused me of embarrassing her in public, and he or she known as me an ignorant hillbilly mongrel skank (her precise phrases) as a result of I might requested the waiter too many questions on the menu. OK, it is true that I’m from West Virginia, of, shall we embrace, unsure parentage. And no, I did not go to a snooty boarding faculty, like Mistress did. However that being the case, was it actually honest of her to anticipate me to know what a “vitello tonato” or an “orecchiette” is?
Moreover, I am not an entire moron.
I knew she wasn’t pissed about something I did on the restaurant. She was pissed as a result of earlier that night, Sir had walked in on me simply as I used to be making an attempt on the lovable little black cocktail gown he’d purchased me for the event, and he could not cease himself from fucking me proper then and there.
To be trustworthy, though I’ve lived on the property for almost three years, I nonetheless do not get what makes Sir tick.
When doing my chores, I all the time put on black silk stockings, four-inch heels linked by a brief chain, a decent corset laced up the entrance, my black leather-based collar, and a French maid’s black-and-white ruffled hairpiece. I by no means put on something to cowl up my non-public components. And though Sir sees my naked breasts and backside and pussy almost on daily basis, he is all the time very deliberate about when and the place he fucks me.
However the second I placed on a gown, so that each one he can see is a flash of cleavage and a touch of thigh, he loses his thoughts. I do not get it.
I did not blame Mistress for being pissed; in her footwear, I definitely would have been. After all, Sir is free to fuck whoever he desires, each time he desires. However you need to agree that fucking the maid proper earlier than dinner in all probability wasn’t the perfect current he may have given his spouse for her birthday (though, to be honest, the diamond tennis bracelet he introduced out at Nick & Toni’s went an extended option to make up for it).
To make issues worse, Mistress had simply turned forty, and that is not a quantity that any lady can merely ignore. Now, do not get me fallacious. Mistress remains to be extremely sizzling in a platinum blond, wealthy bitch, cougarish form of manner. To be trustworthy, my pussy nonetheless will get slightly moist each time I catch an surprising glimpse of her, or when she orders me to service her in mattress (or wherever else, for that matter). However let’s face it. No forty-year-old tits and ass are going to be fairly as perky as mine are on the ripe outdated age of twenty-three. And that is obtained to affect the way in which she sees issues.
Anyway, since Mistress could not take her frustration out on Sir, she took it out on me as an alternative. Within the kitchen, she had me bend over a chair and hike up my gown, and he or she delivered an extended lecture on the right option to behave in public, giving me a welt my naked backside with a picket spoon to emphasise every level. And that may have been the top of it, besides I could not cease myself from stating that, objectively talking, I hadn’t executed something fallacious.
That is when she known as me an incorrigible brat and forbade me to talk till additional discover. To be trustworthy, I wasn’t actually shocked. It was removed from the primary time that my massive mouth had gotten me in bother.
To mete out a long-term punishment like that, Mistress is, in fact, alleged to get permission from Sir. However by that point, Sir had found out that regardless of the tennis bracelet and the memorable dinner, he was nonetheless within the doghouse for fucking me. So, with the intention to restore concord to his family, he agreed with Mistress, and the decree went into impact.
Holding silent day in and day trip was tougher than you’d suppose, particularly since I’ve all the time been one to talk my thoughts. However each time I obtained careless and opened my mouth, Mistress would shut me up with a ball gag for an hour or so, and inside a few days, my aching jaw had taught me to carry my tongue. I used to be allowed to speak solely with hand indicators, two of which lined about ninety % of what I wanted to say. After I was given an instruction, I touched two fingers to my brow, which meant “I perceive” (obedience was assumed), and once I was given any consideration (together with punishment), I touched my coronary heart to imply “Thanks.”
I used to be even made to maintain silent within the playroom. Usually, Sir and Mistress take pleasure in listening to my begging and moaning and whimpering whereas they amuse themselves with me. However now they started every session by shutting me up with the ball gag, eradicating it solely when certainly one of them needed to make use of my mouth.
My lack of speech privileges lasted lots longer than I might anticipated. Mistress is not one to carry a grudge, so I believed she’d give them again after a couple of days, every week at most. However my punishment dragged on and on and on. And to be trustworthy, I began feeling fairly depressed about the entire scenario.
Now, do not get me fallacious. I like my life in submission to Sir and Mistress. I take pleasure in each act of service I carry out, and my coronary heart glows each time I do know I’ve happy them. On prime of that, they’re the primary individuals I’ve ever met who actually perceive and meet my sexual wants. Within the playroom, my homeowners flip me right into a senseless object for use and degraded, till — a couple of hours and a number of other orgasms later — I am mendacity exhausted on the ground, curled right into a fetal place, sobbing and quivering. Our playroom classes make me really feel filthy and vile and nugatory, like I am a slimy, disgusting used condom, deserving solely to be thrown into the trash as soon as I have been crammed with sperm.
Phrases cannot describe how a lot I crave that feeling generally.
So, I might by no means in 1,000,000 years query any punishment they noticed match to provide me.
However the factor is, in addition to respecting Sir and Mistress as my homeowners, I additionally adore them as individuals. They’re unimaginably intelligent and witty and worldly and complex — every part I might all the time dreamt of turning into, whereas I used to be rising up in Appalachia. And once I’m with them, I really feel a few of their good breeding rubbing off on me. In our time collectively, they’ve taught me an terrible lot, and I’ve all the time valued their steering and recommendation. And though I am solely their maid, they’re very beneficiant with their time and a spotlight, each time I’ve an issue, and even simply one thing on my thoughts.
So, after they minimize me off from all that, it harm. So much.
After about three weeks, I started to lose hope. I believed that not being allowed to talk wasn’t only a short-term punishment, however was the way in which issues had been going to be any longer. The brand new regular, as they are saying. However then at some point, as I used to be sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself, Sir and Mistress entered unexpectedly. Mistress carried a black garment bag over her arm.
“Hiya, Holly,” Sir stated. “Your Mistress and I talked issues over, and we have determined to finish your punishment.” Instinctively, I touched my fingers to my coronary heart in thanks. “Good lady,” he smiled. “At the moment is Carla’s third anniversary in submission, and we have been invited to a soiree in her honor. You’ll accompany us, and we get there, you can be allowed to talk. Do you perceive?” I touched my brow. “Good lady,” he repeated.
I frowned inwardly.
Carla belonged to the harem (when you can name 4 slave women a harem) of Grasp Richard, who’d been Sir’s finest pal and neighbor since earlier than I knew him. (Gee whiz, who may have probably guessed that in a hoity-toity place just like the Hamptons there could be so many individuals with kinky sexual tastes?) Carla was simply two years older than me, and we had moved into our respective houses at almost the identical time, so we knew one another fairly effectively. With three years in submission, Carla was neither Grasp Richard’s latest slave, nor his oldest.
However she was by far his favourite.
This in all probability had one thing to do with the truth that she seemed like whoever they modelled the Barbie doll on — with clean blond hair, massive spherical eyes set in an ideal face, flawless pores and skin, ridiculously curvy breasts and thighs, and lengthy legs that made her look six toes tall, though she was truly 5’5″, the identical top as me. However beautiful women are a dime a dozen within the Hamptons, so Grasp Richard should have seen in her different, rarer, qualities.
To be trustworthy although, I had no clue what these qualities is perhaps. I didn’t like Carla. In any respect.
The whole lot about her was a bit too… a lot. She did not simply greet company on the door, she curtseyed as if she’d been educated at Buckingham Palace. When she served tea or wine or no matter, she did not simply stroll concerning the room, she floated — even when she was carrying eight- or ten-inch stilettos, which I might by no means have the ability to put on with out toppling over. Once we served collectively, I all the time felt plain and silly and clumsy in comparison with Carla. It was like we had been in a relentless competitors, one which I used to be sure to lose. Each. Single. Time.
Worst of all, it was apparent she knew how good she was. Along with her proprietor and his company, in fact, she all the time stored her eyes demurely turned to the ground, and her voice was as candy and humble as huckleberry pie. With me? Not a lot. She did her finest to cover it, however I all the time felt her wanting down her nostril at me. She by no means spoke an unkind phrase out loud, however there was all the time one thing in the way in which she stated issues — a touch of snootiness, or condescension, or no matter you’d name it. You realize?
And Sir and Mistress did not assist the scenario any. Each time we visited Grasp Richard, their dialog on the way in which residence was all the time the identical — Carla this, Carla that, Is not Carla good, Richard is so fortunate to have discovered Carla. And on and on and on. Yuck.
However.
If Carla’s anniversary was the explanation my insufferable punishment was ending eventually, then Carla had change into, no less than for the night, my completely very favoritest particular person in the entire large world.
Mistress provided me the garment bag. “That is so that you can put on tonight,” she stated. I acknowledged the Saks Fifth Avenue brand, so I knew no matter it contained could be stylish, not slutty. However I wasn’t ready for the cascade of crimson velvet that spilled out once I undid the zipper. The gown had set Sir again no less than a grand, and possibly nearer to 2. And that is not even counting the matching crimson leather-based heels on the backside of the bag.
As a substitute of touching my coronary heart in thanks, I threw my arms round her neck and kissed her again and again. It took all my self-discipline to not squeal in delight. “Alright, alright,” she stated, gently liberating herself from my grasp. “You realize, Holly, we actually do worth having you with us, even when I do not all the time present my appreciation correctly. I hope this little token helps make you see that.”
Which was as shut as Mistress may probably get to an apology.
“Go forward and take a look at it on,” stated Sir. I raised my eyebrows in mock trepidation, and he laughed. “Don’t fret, I’ve discovered my lesson.”
Mistress joined the laughter. “That is why I got here,” she stated. “To verify he has.” And that is once I knew that every part was OK between us.
I went to my rest room, and a short time later I emerged carrying a full-length cocktail gown with three-quarter sleeves and a modest again cutout. It was off the shoulder, exposing ample cleavage, and the skirt was break up to mid-thigh, but it surely was the very last thing from slutty. The heels had been six-inches, a bit larger than I used to be used to, however I used to be positive I may handle. I used to be aching to repair my hair and make-up.
“Wow,” Sir stated. He took an extended second to undress me along with his eyes. Which I discovered unusual, since he’d seen me kind of undressed not ten minutes earlier than. He turned to his spouse. “I suppose we might higher depart, whereas I can nonetheless management myself.”
As they walked out, I began to fantasize concerning the soiree. How Carla would flip resentful when she noticed me within the gown. How Grasp Richard’s company would ogle me for a change, as an alternative of her.
I may hardly wait.
CHAPTER TWO, during which Holly attends a soiree
Moreover Sir and Mistress and me, Grasp Richard had invited solely a dozen or so different company to Carla’s anniversary. There could also be a number of kinky individuals within the Hamptons, however let’s face it, not all of them maintain the identical social standing as Sir and Grasp Richard. The merely filthy wealthy do not actually slot in with the ultra-rich, regardless of what number of kinks they share.
I felt misplaced subsequent to Carla on the dinner desk with our homeowners, particularly since I used to be pleasant with all of the submissives and slaves who served us. I did my finest to behave as I believed Sir and Mistress would need, whereas on the identical time making an attempt to indicate my friends that I hadn’t forgotten my place. I used to be nonetheless certainly one of them, in spite of everything.
To be trustworthy, navigating standing dynamics amongst kinky individuals can get tough.
For one factor, I nonetheless do not perceive all of the delicate variations amongst of the titles — “submissive” and “slave” and “little” and the remaining, though Mistress offers me a welt on my backside each time I name somebody the fallacious factor.
For an additional, an individual’s sexual standing says nothing in any respect about their standing amongst outsiders, and vice versa. For instance, the slave liable for organizing drinks that night — a match, well-kept man of about 60, carrying solely iron shackles, which seemed like they’d been borrowed from the Spanish Inquisition, and the newest mannequin chrome steel chastity cage — was a great pal of mine known as the vile slave slug (his most popular title, spelled with a lower-case “s”). The vile slave slug is an exceedingly profitable entrepreneur, who’d truly been certainly one of Sir’s early traders, whereas his proprietor, the imperious and merciless Mistress Victoria, is a former Russian stripper, whom he’d met on a enterprise journey to Moscow within the early 2000s.
Carla, in fact, had no drawback in any respect becoming into the position of visitor of honor for the night. I used to be joyful to see, although, that her black chiffon cocktail gown, whereas elegant, could not probably evaluate with mine.
After dinner, all of us retired to Grasp Richard’s lounge, the place sofas and straightforward chairs had been organized round an unlimited freestanding hearth. We sat down, and the vile slave slug stored the opposite submissives busy ensuring everybody had their alternative of drink. I caught with the Bordeaux they’d served at dinner, not as a result of I am notably keen on snooty French wines, however as a result of I believed it will make me look extra refined than Carla, who would for positive swap to Moscato, and even Port, to fulfill her candy tooth.
When all of the company had been snug, Grasp Richard tapped his wine glass to get their consideration for a short ceremony. Carla learn aloud her up to date slave contract, and when she’d signed it, her proprietor gave her a flowery new collar to mark the event. Personally, I might hoped the ceremony would come with a bit extra pleasure — for instance, a red-hot branding iron utilized to the creamy white pores and skin of Carla’s completely spherical backside — however no such luck.
Naturally, all of the company needed in on the motion, so I needed to sit by way of speech after speech after speech lauding Carla’s virtues. Each speaker had introduced her a present, every extra lavish than the final. The entire efficiency was nauseatingly over-the-top, and I wanted all my self-discipline to not barf on our host’s hand-knit Persian carpet.
Sir was the final to talk. “Carla, I ready no remarks,” he stated, “however I am positive you understand how a lot Brenda and I worth you.” (“Brenda,” in case you did not guess, was Mistress, and whereas I am at it, Sir known as Stephen.) “In reality,” Sir continued, “we worth you a lot that we thought one current inadequate. So, we ready two, and chances are you’ll select between them.”
Carla replied in her angelic voice, “Your friendship means far more to me than any present, Sir. Yours and Mistress Brenda’s.”
Oh, give me a break.
Mistress reached into her purse and handed Sir an envelope. “Since you bought your MFA in Italian Renaissance artwork,” Sir continued, “we thought you would like an opportunity to see a few of it once more.” He held out the envelope to Carla. “Listed below are two first-class tickets to Rome, bookings at a few of the most interesting motels in Italy, and a debit card with twenty-five thousand {dollars} in spending cash. Your proprietor has already agreed to grant your freedom for one month to make the journey.” He checked out his Rolex. “Beginning now. Your flight leaves in simply over twenty-four hours.”
For a second, even Carla was perplexed. Lastly, she stated, “Sir, that is an excessive amount of. I do not know what to say.”
“I typically discover that ‘Thanks’ is useful in conditions like this,” stated Sir with a wry smile.
“After all, Sir,” stated Carla. “Thanks.” She reached out to take the envelope, however Sir did not hand it to over.
“Now, Carla, be affected person,” he stated. “Do not you wish to know what your different alternative is?”
“I am sorry, Sir,” Carla stated. “Please inform me.”
“Your different alternative,” he stated, “is Holly.”
Wait, what? My jaw dropped. This needed to be some form of joke. Proper?
“Forgive me, Sir,” stated Carla, “however what does that imply, precisely?”
Wonderful query, I believed. Precisely what I needed to know.
“Throughout your month of freedom, Holly will serve you, as she serves us,” stated Sir. “She’s going to obey any command you give her, with no limits and with out hesitation. And she is going to settle for no matter humiliation, degradation or punishment you are feeling she deserves. Or, which merely amuses you to provide her.”
I could not imagine my ears. Spending a whole month underneath the identical roof as Carla could be unhealthy sufficient. However dwelling as her slave? Simply interested by it made my blood curdle. I began to hyperventilate, however after a few seconds I calmed myself. There was no manner Carla would go up the Italy gig only for an opportunity to make my life a dwelling hell. Proper? I imply, suppose how nice would it not be to spend a month roaming round Tuscany… The environment. The meals. The wine. The…