Kat bent to adjust the height of the struts, extending them until the narrow leather seat first touched my lower lips, then sat directly between them, pressing against my clit. Next, she spread apart the metal tubes so that my kneeling stance was almost painfully wide-legged and my cunt spread open, sprawled on the leather.
‘Put your hands on your head,’ she ordered, then she clipped the metal chain to my collar and fixed it to the iron ring. It was just the right length to keep me taut and upright. I would not be able to lean forward to escape the persistent pressure on my clit.
She patted me, unnecessarily hard, under my chin, then went back to the cupboard for more. I tried to adjust my position, to get more comfortable between my legs, but it wasn’t possible. I was tethered tight.
When Kat came back, she had a pair of nipple clamps, which she applied with a smile. I bit my lip and moaned, but she hadn’t tightened them too far and they soon calmed down to a low throb.
‘This is where you stay until His Lordship is ready to make use of you,’ she said. ‘There’s a little camera – do you see it? – just by the ceiling hook, so if you take your hands off your head, he will know about it. Goodbye.’
She nodded formally and left the room, dragging the tin bath after her.
‘Damian! Can you give me a hand with this?’ I heard her shouting in the corridor outside, then there was a male voice – the chauffeur’s! – mingling with hers as they hauled the heavy bath away from me.
Then, silence.
Chapter Ten
HIS LORDSHIP HAD said he would come in an hour. How long ago was that now? The bath seemed to have taken ages but in reality it could maybe have only been ten minutes. I couldn’t possibly kneel here, pussy wedged against this padding, neck forcibly high, for fifty minutes, could I?
I shut my eyes and tried to fill the vacant time with fantasies of what would happen when His Lordship arrived. Guiltily, I hoped he would bring his handsome chauffeur with him, though he had already said that he would be alone.
But the chauffeur’s blue eyes, crinkled at the corners, and his soft, commanding voice and the sandy-red hairline that peeked from his cap all stayed in my mind, and I found myself hoping our encounter in the car wouldn’t be our last.
I was picturing a scene on the back seat of the car with lord and chauffeur either side of me when the door finally opened, along with my eyes.
His Lordship surveyed me from the doorway for a moment while my cheeks glowed with the secret knowledge of my indiscree
t thoughts and I tried to dismiss their after-effects.
‘Bottom,’ he said. ‘By name and by nature.’
He shut the door behind him, walked up to me and took off the nipple clamps. I saw stars and gasped while he pulled the kneeling device out from under me and ordered me to stand.
My legs felt shaky but I managed a wobbly kind of stance while he inspected the leather seat of his contraption.
‘My goodness,’ he said. ‘Soaked. You are a little whore, aren’t you, Bottom? I don’t know if anyone’s managed to get it this wet before.’
He smirked and put the thing aside before running his hands all over my body. My hands were still fixed on my head as if glued there – I wasn’t sure I’d be able to remove them now if he asked me – so he had an uninterrupted path along my body from armpits to thighs.
‘Perfect,’ he said. ‘Kat has done a thorough job. But I’m afraid you didn’t behave yourself on the journey, did you? I’ve spoken to my chauffeur and he said he had to spank you for excessive curiosity. Oh dear. So, before we can start on our training, there is a punishment in store for you.’
He tutted and shook his head for a moment before heading to that dreaded cupboard and retrieving another strange device – this one more like a stepstool with two padded levels. He placed it in front of me.
‘Bend over,’ he said.
But the chain was too short, and he had to let out a few links and refasten my collar first.
Once I was in position, arse high, head held up, he took some shiny black tape and wound it around my wrists, securing them in the small of my back, a few inches above my coccyx.
‘Once your training is complete,’ he said, going back to the cupboard and fetching a wide leather tawse, ‘I won’t need to keep your hands tied. You will be able to keep them there of your own accord. But for now, my concern is safety. You don’t want this falling on your knuckles, believe me.’
I wanted to ask him how many strokes I was getting, my stomach now coiling in fear, but I wasn’t sure it was wise. Would an unsolicited question add to my total?
‘I’m very sorry, sir,’ I say instead. ‘I didn’t mean to break the rules.’
‘Curiosity is natural,’ he said, laying the split end of the strap across my backside and flapping it gently over the skin. ‘But part of submission is subsuming your natural urges for the pleasure of another. It’s a lesson that needs learning, Bottom. If I spare you, I’m not really doing you any favours. Now, I’m going to give you twenty.’
I winced, then exhaled. Twenty was a lot with a heavy thing like that tawse, but knowing the number was still better than not knowing.