'I think I'll put you on vibrate too,' the butler said as he left the room.
The next thing Anari knew, her pussy and clit were vibrating off the bed. The bastard had put it on to the highest setting. How on earth could she wait an hour, left like this? More importantly, just what the hell had she let herself in for...
Anari lay exhausted, unable even to struggle any longer. Her wrists and ankles were numbed from the stricture of the ropes and she had lost count of the number of times she'd been forced to orgasm. And still that damned vibe drilled into her.....
It was through a haze that she vaguely heard the bedroom door open and her glazed eyes made out the figure of the secretary, Miss Simpson, moving towards her. The woman stood for a few seconds looking down at her, then bent to switch off the buzzing vibrator between Anari's wide-spread legs. Was it Anari's imagination, or did her fingers seem to linger rather too long on Anari's swollen lips, stroking the unfamiliar smoothness? Then the woman was untying the ropes holding Anari down to the bed. 'You can get up now,' she said, matter-of-factly wiping the wet vibrator on a towel. 'Get back into your uniform and then come with me.' She moved to the door and stood waiting.
Anari struggled into a sitting position, her legs feeling shaky. She rubbed the rope marks on her sore wrists. 'Can I please clean myself first?' she asked in a low voice, looking down at her cum-stained thighs. Miss Simpson allowed the ghost of a smile to flit across her red lips. She nodded. 'But be quick.' Anari stumbled to the bathroom and began to wash herself. Once again she had that strange feeling that eyes were watching her. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder at the open door but nobody was there. She towelled herself dry and went back to the bedroom.
Feeling even more exposed now, she slipped into the uniform, knowing that her pussy was completely visible. She pushed her feet into the impossibly high heels and looked up at Miss Simpson. The secretary had watched her intently all the while she was dressing and now Anari caught the merest hint of something disturbing in the woman's eyes as they briefly rested on the girl's shapely body, breasts, nipples and pussy lewdly on view through the transparent silk. Then the woman turned on her heel and set off down the corridor.
Anari tottered after her, wondering with a sinking heart what would happen now. Already she regretted what she had done but felt helpless to protest. She remembered what had happened when she had tried to resist being shaved. Bemused, she followed the woman down two flights of stairs, into what was obviously a basement. Miss Simpson threw open a door and gestured to Anari to go in. As she did so, Anari gasped. The room was large and dimly-lit, except for a pool of light in the centre. Strange shapes lurked around the walls, and as Anari gazed at them, separating them from the gloom, it became obvious that they were instruments of punishment -- a rack, a wooden cross, a pillory. The place was a torture chamber! Anari gasped again and came to a halt, not wanting to be here at all. But Miss Simpson grasped her firmly by the arm and led her to the circle of light.
'Put your hands behind your back,' said the woman. The same tone of voice used by the butler and the Master. Decisive, commanding, unyielding. Not to be disobeyed. Trembling, Anari did as she was told. She felt rope around her wrists and winced. Not again! But the rope was wound round, cinched between her hands and efficiently knotted. The woman moved round, knelt, and began to tie Anari's ankles, allowing her hands to slide down the curves of her legs with disturbing sensuousness. 'Kneel down.' Again, Anari obeyed without demur. 'Open your mouth.' Anari saw that the woman held a large ball-gag. It was too much. 'Please...no, no,' she pleaded. 'I won't make a noise. Honestly, Please don't.' The woman's face remained steely. 'The Master has ordered that you be gagged. So open your mouth. Otherwise I might have to call the butler....' Anari knew it was useless. Reluctantly she opened her mouth. Carefully the secretary fitted the ball into her mouth, pushing it behind her teeth so that it filled her oral cavity, then buckling it tightly at the back of her neck. Satisfied, she stepped back.
'You will remain like this until the Master arrives,' she said. 'He will then instruct you what to do.' And she stepped briskly out of the room, closing the door behind her. Anari heard the key turn in the lock. With panic rising in her she knelt, bound and gagged, on display. Time passed.....
Then a door at the far end of the room opened and the Master entered. The first thing Anari saw was the riding-crop in his hand...
To be continued...
