The House of Louve
CH 3: A tale of Two Tails
"Remi, I have a wonderful idea for the staff..." Paul said. He looked down at his mother and thought of Melody, looking at Jasmine then to his father.
"Remi, please release Jasmine from the cross. I need her to fetch Grace, Melody, and Evette." Remi released Jasmine and she knelt in front of both men.
"Jasmine, go find Grace in my chambers and tell Grace and Melody that they are needed post haste here in the dungeon. Do not say the reason. Tell them their punishment will be severe if not addressed immediately." Paul said
"Yes, Master Paul." Jasmine stood and retrieved her gown starting to put in on.
"Leave the gown off, do as I say and fetch Melinda as well." He said as jasmine dropped the gown and raced out to do his bidding.
"Paul, what do you have in mind for the Staff?" Remi questioned his son.
"Remi, you know how my slave is clean below her neck."
"Yes, I do...OH...I see...very inventive son." Remi said with a smile and his cock starting to harden.
"Slave Mother, Get on the cross, NOW. Remi secure the slave to the cross." Claudine rose and stepped into the cross, she had been on this cross many times in their life together matter of fact Paul's conception on this very cross. Remi secured his wife spreading her arms and legs in a large X. She was open and vulnerable to ministrations of her body. Jasmine, Grace, Evette, Melinda, and Melody arrived and immediately knelt in front of the two men. Grace and Evette wide-eye seeing their Mistress secured naked to the cross.
"Master, how may we serve you?" Grace said.
"Everyone stand and remove your garments. Jasmine lie upon this table, Melody show these women how you clean their privates. After which they will perform with your guidance the same task. Master Remi and I will be observers." They all stood except Jasmine -- already naked, and removed their garments. Grace was clean and Paul's pride showed through. Jasmine climb on the table and laid down on her back.
"Yes, Master. Master, I must go back to your chambers to collect my small bag which holds the supplies I need." Paul nodded and Melody left to retrieve her bag. Paul then walked over to the prone Jasmine he looked into her blue eyes.
"Jasmine, Master Remi tells me you enjoy the whip?"
"Yes, Master Paul. I love a good sound paddling to my body." Paul touched lightly over her erect nipples
"Grace go grab the irons from the cabinet and secure Jasmine to this table." He said as he moves his hands around her body.
"Remi, tease your slave on the cross. I want her begging for penetration. I want to witness what and how you take this slave and make her so aroused when we clean her. Do as you must but do not penetrate her at all. Here put these on her breast bud I want to hear her moan again." Remi took the breast clamp, secured to his slave wife, and tightened the clamp until her breast and nipples protruded out of her. Remi pinched and twisted Claudine's protruding nipples, which caused her to moan.
"Evette, remove your garment." Surprised by his request, she turned to him and said.
"Master Paul, I will not remove my garment. I am not your slave or a prostitute." Smiling Paul walked over to Evette and placed a hand behind her back leading her towards the door or she thought when she felt his hand tighten around her neck and grabbed her black hair. He twisted her face to his. She looked and saw not what she expected. He led her over to the stockade pushed her knees forward causing her to drop. With his hand still holding her head he forced her head down in the stockade locking the top into place and slide a long wood pole to the back of her thighs securing Evette, forcing her knees wide apart allowing for an unobstructed view and access to her most private of parts, which were dripping.
"Master Paul" Evette said crying, "Please Master Paul, I did not mean to offend you. Please let me up and I will do as you have requested." Paul walking behind her admired her shapely ass, and securing her legs wide puts a sturdy straight pole in between her knees keeping them open.
"Evette, it is a matter of obeying me as the new Master of this house and not your virtue, you were given to us because your father could not pay his taxes on his land, he sold you for thirty franc, which means Evette you are indeed my slave. Now, you will be stripped, whipped, and then I will fuck you." He said with venom in his voice signifying to her the seriousness of the situation. Paul grabbed the back of her garment at the neck took out his blade and sliced through the back of the gown and her undergarments. He tore the remaining cloth from her bod; she was now naked. Her arousal was evident by her juices around her hair of her womanhood and dripping below her, Paul took notice of her highly aroused state.
"Evette, I see you like this or at least you are aroused by what I have done and in the stocks." Paul walked over grabbed the riding crop swished in the air to get a feel for the instrument. Melody arrived with her bag.
"Master, I need a little time to get ready then I can start. Master you will be watching?"
"Slave, I will witness your process." Paul walked behind Evette, her derriere and womanhood on display, her womanhood flowing rich thick juices. Paul watched Melody set up temporarily forgetting about Evette and her punishment.
Melody set up several candles, some cloth, and warm water on a nearby table. Melody lite the three candles and waited until Paul was finished with Evette. Seeing Jasmine on the table Melody looked at Paul. Paul started out light, a light tapping of his crop across Evette's up turn ass then he worked her thighs then her back. Evette let out little mewing sounds until Paul struck her open waiting womanhood and she screamed.
"Master, Jasmine is not secured tight enough." Paul looked at Jasmine then Melody. Paul looked at Evette.
"Stay put Evette. I must secure this wench to the table tightly." Evette did not say anything; she was crying having failed to inform Paul the reason for not removing her garments. She waited until he returned to tell him. Paul walked over to the cabinet grabbing four lengths of soft rope. Taking Jasmine's hands, he wrapped her left wrist three times tied it off and took the other end wrapping her other wrist in the same fashion. He took another piece of rope tied off to the center of the wrist rope and secured her arms stretching them over her head, pulling her breast moved upward, showing her harden buds, pointing skyward. Walking down to her feet, he wraps her left then right leg, looking at Melody.
"Does this slave need her legs open wide?"
"Yes, Master the more secure the better." Paul tied her left foot to the ankle shackle then strung the rope to below her knee wrapped it tight and pulled her knee out then he did the same to her right leg and knee. Jasmine was stretched tight her succulent womanhood shiny from her juices leaking on to the tabletop. Paul signaled to Melody.
"Slave, she is secured. Proceed. I will watch as I punish the slave in the stockade."
"Yes, Master." Melody grabbed a candle, set it down next to Jasmine's hip, and took what look like a smaller version of sheep shears and started to shear Jasmine's dark bush until there very little was left. She took the candle pouring the heated wax on to Jasmine's short hair then laid the cloth on top and pressed down. Taking another cloth, she did the same on the other side of her, Melody poured, place, and press. Soon Jasmine's privates covered in waxed cloth. Paul watching Melody saw that Remi hard again.
"Grace, take Master Remi's manhood out and suckle him and do not swallow."
"Yes, Master." Grace crawled over to Remi undid his pants and drawstring pulling out his cock and swallowed him deep into her warm wet mouth.
"OHHH...Mary and Joseph....She is wonderful." Remi grabbed the back of her head and forced Grace down onto his cock until he heard her gag.
"Slave, enjoy my manhood deep, open your throat wench." He commanded to Grace, Paul smiled knew his father would like his new slave. Turning to Melody, standing at the foot of the table smoothing Jasmine's fear. She walked up to Jasmine's head and whispered encouragement to her. Jasmine seems to calm down relaxing a little. Paul stood and watched as Melody went back to the foot of the table.
"Jasmine ready?" Melody said looking at Jasmines raised head. Jasmine nodded. Melody gently pealed a small corner of the cloth. Taking a full grip on the cloth Melody ripped it back pulling the hairs off top of Jasmine's nether region. Jasmine screamed, Paul's dick twitched and started to get hard. Melody then pulled off the rest of the cloth. Jasmine's nether region turned red and smooth.
"Master would you like to feel your slave Jasmine's nether region?" Paul walked over to Jasmine looking at her womanhood, her juices puddled underneath her. Paul's finger touched the red angry looking skin and smiled, it was smooth and soft.