House Rules 03: New Orders

Level Two: Novice:

In the judgment of her superiors, and once criteria for progression have been satisfied, a new entrant may progress to the level of Novice.

At this level, a Novice will now wear a thong or G-string that covers but does not obscure from sight or hinder access to, her pussy. This garment signifies her rank in the house.

The Novice has authority over new entrants and can command them to perform duties or tasks as desired, providing they do not contradict those given by any Overseer, Superior or Master.

As with all subservients, leather cuffs, collar and heels remain mandatory. Control chains are worn though piercings at the nipples and clit. Regular inspections for body hair continue.

The Novice is permitted to speak, providing it is one of the following phrases:

1. Yes Sir/Ma'am.

2. Yes Master/Mistress.

3. Thank you, Sir/Ma'am.

4. Thank you, Master/Mistress.

5. At once, Sir/Ma'am.

6. At once, Master/Mistress.

During punishment, a novice may thank their overseer for their chastisement using the phrase "Thank you Master/Mistress for correcting me."

The Novice is now expected to contribute to the governance and discipline of other subservients as directed (see discipline section). She will, upon command, contribute to the preparation and restraint of submissives who are being prepared for punishment. This can mean fixing and testing of restraints, tensioning of ropes, and laying out of chastisement devices such as canes etc. for the convenience of any punishing Overseer, Superior or Master. In cases where an errant is gagged or otherwise unable to count her own strokes, a Novice may be directed to count out the number of strokes or lashes being applied.

The Novice may be called upon to assist in the sexual use of other subservients, for example by assisting the subservient into equipment that spreads their legs, or otherwise prepares them for use, or preparing restraints. A Novice may collect a leashed subservient and take them to a chamber where they are required or desired.

The Novice may be required to stimulate other subservients to prepare them for sex. For example, a Novice may be commanded to take a new entrant and stimulate her nipples and clitoris until she is moist and ready to receive the cock of a Master.

Once a Novice has undertaken a satisfactory period of assessment she may proceed to the next level. In this assessment she must prove obedience, sexual availability, sexual responsiveness etc as above. In addition, the Novice must prove herself capable of taking the cum of a committee of no fewer than five Overseers in whatever manner they desire. In this assessment credit will be awarded for technique, skill, and deportment.

If a Novice does not satisfy this assessment, she will undergo disciplinary forfeit and will enter a further period of probation.

New Orders:

I was finishing my duties as a Novice in an anteroom to the main hall. Along with other Novices, we were cleaning the silverware and readying the cutlery for the evening meal. We knew that there were guests coming, and we were being watched intently by an Overseer. The Masters of the House were welcoming a delegate from another of the great Houses, and the responsibility fell to us to serve them in the great hall.

Like the other Novices, I laboured away, naked. Our permitted bodily adornments Novices were shoes with their five-inch heels locked to our ankles, wrist cuffs and a collar, and control chains which were dutifully worn through our nipples and clit. As novices we are permitted to wear a thong which only served to frame our pussies.

Thongs are brought to us by our overseers and are either crotchless or so lacy as to be transparent. Mine was little black lace construction that framed the lips of my pussy in jewels and pearls. Wearing it made me feel special, and just catching a glimpse of myself in the hall mirrors made me feel both desired and desirable. I wanted to touch myself, but the rules strictly forbade self-pleasuring amongst the submissives.

As we worked to get the great hall ready, our chains, the symbols of our bondage tinkled lightly in the silence.

Without warning, an Overseer entered the room, clad neck to toe in tight leather. "Prepare yourselves! Position A!" she barked.

Immediately we fell into line and assumed pose A: standing to attention with wrists crossed at the back. Ankles together. Chin up and eyes straight ahead.

The Overseer approached us and inspected us. I could see from the corner of my eye that a Novice was out of line. The Overseer raised a crop and brought it swiftly across the girl's nipples. The girl yelped briefly and then bit her lip. She staggered slightly, but then stood upright again. "Get in line, bitch!" hissed the Overseer. The Novice inched backwards into the line, her breath trembling.

The Overseer stood to our right, watching us for any deviation from attention.

We were not allowed to look anywhere but straight ahead, but I was straining to see from the corner of my eye, and I knew that the other Novices were doing the same. We heard footsteps approaching and one of the Masters entered the hall. It was unusual for a Master to concern himself with Novices, generally they commended the more well trained subservients like Initiates. The master was dressed in silk robes tied at the waist. He carried a slender cane and surveyed the line of near naked subservients in a studied fashion. What was this about?

He approached us as we stood obediently. He looked us up and down, taking his time as we stared straight ahead, as motionless as we were able. "We are looking for entertainment for our guests tonight." he said, looking at us, but addressing the Overseer. "I want to see you test them."

The Master pulled up a chair facing the line-up and watched us intently. His gaze returned to me. I was aware of my complete nakedness in front of him, his gaze taking in my breasts, lingering on my shaved pussy.

He pointed with his cane at a Novice to my left, and then to me. "These two to start, I think."

The Overseer obediently moved forward to the fist Novice. "You. Step forward, position B." she barked.

The Novice moved immediately and stood still with her hands behind her back, but this time with her legs parted. The Overseer took hold of the control chains and tugged gently, pulling on her clit and her nipples. Gently, she wound the thin chain around her fingers until it was pulled tight, expertly preventing the Novice from moving. As she tried to move, the tight grip on the chains would dig into the most sensitive parts of her body. She was helpless. Control chains were well named.

The Overseer commenced massaging the girl's right nipple with her left hand, whilst keeping the chains taut. Round and round moved the Overseer's fingers over the helpless girl's nipple, whilst all the time studying her reaction. The Novice let out a small groan but stayed still.

The Master sat watching, and then tapped briefly on the stone floor with his cane.

Next, the Overseer moved a gloved hand down the flat of her belly to The Novice's shaved mound. She slid her finger between the Novice's pussy lips and found the little ring that attached to her clit. She pulled it gently, eliciting a little gasp. Probably instinctively, the Novice pulled away from the Overseers' attentions, and then stopped the movement. But it was too late.

"I told you to keep still, bitch!" she growled. "Punishment position f!"

The Novice jumped, visibly shocked. She turned and immediately leant forward, hands sliding down her own shins until she could grasp her ankles. The Overseer presented the Master with the crop, offering that he should carry out the correction should he wish. He casually shook his head. "Restrain her first" he ordered. The Overseer, with a few practiced moves, connected the Noice's wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs. She was locked into position, bent far forward with her legs apart, her ass cheeks exposed and between them, her vulnerable pussy.

The Overseer turned her attention to the Novice, helpless in the punishment pose, her body trembling with effort and with anticipation.

"Proceed" the Master said, calmly.

The Overseer raised the crop and brought it smartly across the tight buttocks of the Novice. Her flesh quivered and she sucked air in over her teeth. "One" she cried. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!"

The Overseer again raised the crop and brought another stroke down on the Novices' bare buttocks. I could see that two clear red lines marked her white skin. "Two" she cried. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!"

The Overseer again raised the crop high and held it there for a second. I could see the Novice trembling with anticipation. She brought it down hard across her cheeks and third stripe marked the white flesh. Again, she sucked in air with a hiss and said, with effort, "Three." She took in a quivering breath. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress"

The Master tapped his cane lightly on the stone and the Overseer stood to attention. The other Novice remained bent over, trembling. Between her pussy lips I could see a glint of gold; her clit piercing protruded and the control chain that led from it swung freely.

"Now the next one" said the Master, unhurriedly, turning his attention to me.

"You. Step forward. Position B!" she barked.

I quickly did as she asked. I crossed my wrists behind my back and looked straight ahead. I opened my legs to what I hoped was the regulation distance and stood as still as I could manage. From the corner of my eye, I could see the leather crop that the Overseer held, and prayed she would not find cause to use it on me. I could hear the other Novice breathing shakily as she held her punishment position. I know what she was thinking, "Is it all over?"

The Overseer grabbed my control chains and tightened them, I felt the rings pull my nipples and clit, and I knew I could not move. I expected her to submit me to the same test regime, but to my surprise she stepped to the side of me and reached round instead to feel my backside. Still holding my chains, and twisting them, I felt a delicious tightness in my nipples. She took the crop and I felt it slide over my ass cheeks, expecting the same punishing stroke that had been given to the other Novice.

To my surprise the crop slid between my legs and gently began to ride up towards my pussy. She deftly slid the leather-bound shaft of the crop between my pussy lips, and I trembled despite myself.

"Rub your pussy along the shaft of this crop and keep going until I tell you to stop" she ordered. "Yes, Mistress" I replied, one of the handful of utterances a novice is allowed.

I began to move my hips, rubbing myself along the shaft of the punishment tool. I briefly thought it strange that such a tool that brought such pain could also bring pleasure. I felt the leather wrappings of the crop rub against me, and the Overseer pressed it more firmly between my lips. I felt it connect with my clit, and jolt of pleasure surged through me.

Across the hall I could see a large mirror, and I saw myself there. I took in my tall athletic frame, the tight control chains, my tiny thong framing the white mound of my pussy, the cruel crop running between my pussy lips. I was aware of my breath beginning to shudder as my excitement grew. The overseer pressed harder, and the sensations doubled. I couldn't help it, but I let out a low moan. I felt myself moving towards an orgasm, and tried to shy away from it; I had not been given permission to cum. Yet I was under orders to rub myself along this leather shaft, and my excitement kept mounting. Again, I caught a sight of myself in the mirror, my naked breasts shuddering as my nipple chains pulled tighter. I realised with alarm that I might cum without permission, but at the same time I knew that I could do nothing to stop it.

The Master tapped his cane. "Enough!" he said, curtly.

The Overseer immediately withdrew the crop and stood back. The suddenness of her departure left me reeling. I breathed heavily, and my pussy throbbed. I watched the Master carefully. As he stood, I noticed the front of his black satin robe was tented. I felt such pride in that moment; I had caused a Master to gain an erection!

He held out his hand for the crop, and held it up to his eyes for inspection. He held in int front of my face. "Lick it" he ordered. "Yes, Sir" I replied, and licked the shaft of the crop. It was rich with my juices.

"Complete her punishment" ordered the Master, looking me in the eye. He held out the crop for me to take.

I took the crop and stepped up to take a position to the side of the punished Novice. As always, with administering punishment on behalf of the Masters, the temptation was to ease off a little out of pity for the Novice. Those who had succumbed to these temptations soon found that this was a mistake. If a Master suspected that the punisher was being merciful, he could decide to reverse the roles. The punished soon found out that similar mercies were not given in return.

I raised the crop and took aim at her exposed buttocks. With a strong swing, I brought it down across her white cheeks with a loud crack, adding another line to those already darkening.

"Four" she cried. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!"

Again, I raised the crop. Part of the skilled administration of punishment is to allow some moments for anticipation; I know this well enough from my own experiences in the House. I raised the crop and waited one, two, beats. The Novice whimpered, quite fetchingly, I thought. Again, I delivered the stroke.

"Five" cried the restrained submissive. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!"

Again, I saw the shape of the Master's erection as he watched. He seemed to approve. I drew back and landed another blow, "thwack!"

"Six! Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!"" she cried, her voice trembling.

The Master leaned forward to where the Novice's pussy lay between her spread cheeks, and took hold of her clit ring. He explored with his fingers her cleft, and his fingers came away glistening. For many of us in the House, punishments could also bring us pleasure, if done correctly. The Novice's pussy lips between her striped cheeks were swollen and moist.

The Master looked closely at me, at the Novice he was punishing, and appeared to maker a decision.

He took hold of my control chains and tightened them once more. I gasped. "You'll do" he said. I didn't know what he meant at first, but the Overseer nodded as she looked on.

"Now guide me into her." It took a moment or two to comprehend what he meant, but he turned and stood behind my fellow Novice, who still suffered in the punishment position.

I immediately dropped to my knees at his side, and reached up to part the Master's robes. His cock leapt out of the gap and stood before me. I was astonished at its beauty, it was long and hard, pulsing with blood. I longed to have it in me, to suck it, anything. But that was not what my orders were. I took hold of his cock, warm and solid in my hand, and angled it down to the moist opening of my fellow Novice's spread quim. The Master eased forward, and I reached to part her lips. I watched with jealousy as his cock slid easily into her moist cunt, further and further. Finally, he was all the way inside her and she let out a long moan.

"Now steady her" he ordered.

"Yes, Master" I said. I stood and moved around to the front of the novice, placed my feet in their high heels either side of her bowed head, and held her firmly by the hips. The Master withdrew slowly out of her, and then eased back in. The Novice moaned again, whether from pleasure or discomfort I did not know. She had been holding this punishment position for some time.

The Master's thrusts began to increase in speed and in strength, and I was forced to lean into her to support her at each of his thrusts. I could see the length of his cock sliding in and out of her exposed quim, and hear her little cries.

The Master saw me watching and unexpectedly stopped. With his cock buried deep within her pussy, he looked at me searchingly. He reached up and grabbed my control chains and pulled, compelling me to lean towards him over the bent back of the punished Novice.

"Do you desire the same, Novice?" he asked.

I could not lie. "Yes, Master. "I said, keeping my eyes carefully lowered so as not to appear impertinent.

"Well, Novice..." he said, beginning again to move in and out of the bent and restrained submissive before him whilst at the same time his grip on my nipple chain tightened until a delicious pain shot through me "...fear not. Your time will... come." And with a last, savage thrust of his cock he came deep within her.

He let go of the control chains and my firm white breasts fell away from his strong hand. He withdrew his cock, now glistening with cum and, with a few gestures he closed his robes and turned to leave the hall.

As he passed the Overseer, who stood to attention at the side of the hall, he said "Set them back to work. And brief her."

"Yes, Sir." She replied and turned her attention to us.

"Release her" she commanded and pointed at the restrained subservient.

"Yes Mistress" I said, and knelt quickly, finding the clasps on her cuffs that released her from the position she had been in for so long. Shakily, she straightened up

"Position A." she barked, and we both assumed the required pose: Standing to attention with wrists crossed at the back. Ankles together. Chin up and eyes raised.

She inspected us for some moments, the Novice with cum running down the inside of her thighs, and me moist and uncomfortably horny.

"You" she said addressing the Novices still obediently at attention, "continue with your cleaning duties. I want this place spotless for tonight's event!"

She then raised the crop toward me, and I feared that she was going to exact some kind of summary punishment there and then. She used the end to caress my nipple and breast, teasingly. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, but was acutely aware of the leather crop, and my complete nakedness. I felt the crop slide down my flat belly to the mound of my pussy. She casually flicked the crop and brought it down on my exposed lips. I held my pose with some effort, and made no sound. She raised the crop as if to strike again and I drew a breath.

"The Master has selected you as the gift for our visitors tonight, little novice. When you have finished with the silverware here, you are to report to your cell. You will clean yourself and you will shave your pussy. I don't care how smooth you think it is. Do it again. Then you are to await an overseer who will dress you appropriately as the gift you are. You will be dressed for access and obedience. Further instructions will follow. Is that clear?

"Yes, Mistress" I said.

My heart leapt at the news. To be chosen as a gift for a visiting Master was a high honour. If I pleased him sufficiently, I might be promoted within the house. I could become an Initiate. Then a stab of fear; if I displeased him, then I may end up in punishment. I had walked past Novices and Initiates alike suffering in stocks or spread in chains. I had better bring my best, most obedient, most submissive game, or else.

"And I know you will be horny right now, Novice. But if you dare touch yourself before your duties commence tonight, I will deal with you myself. Understood?" She raised the crop once more and smacked my little pussy harder. I sucked air in through my teeth.

Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress" I said.

She turned on her high heels and I watched her leather clad back stride out of the anteroom.