The Queen Of Hearts Ch 05 06

Chapter Five

I was once again desperate to relieve myself by the time she returned. I was also starving hungry and my belly rumbled constantly as she led me over to the lawn and allowed me to cock my leg like the dog that I was becoming. Leading me into the kitchen afterwards, I was tormented by the delicious smell of hot food emanating from the cooker and I tried to work out what it was as it tantalised my taste buds and made my mouth salivate.

"Hungry are you, slave?" Miss Thorne remarked, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow interrogatively.

"Yes, I am," I replied swiftly.

"Yes I am, Mistress!" she responded and her foot shot out and kicked me in the balls and I crumpled to the ground groaning as every muscle in my body went weak. "That might remind you in future! Now you are going to eat yours out of your bowl like a good doggie while Rachel and I eat at the table. Do not disturb us by slurping or gobbling your food or I will punish you."

I made it back on to all fours as Rachel entered, still naked, and sat at the kitchen table which faced out onto the garden. She sat demurely, eyes fixed on the garden outside to avoid mine until Miss Thorne called her over to the cooker and issued her instructions. The two of them then bustled around for a few minutes while the smell of the food grew ever more appetising. Dishing it up, Miss Thorne slopped some of the stew into my stainless steel bowl while Rachel filled their china plates. Mashed potato complemented the meat and a generous serving of vegetables was added before the bowl was placed down on the floor in front of me.

"Careful. It's rather hot at the moment and you do not want to burn your tongue. You might need it for something else later! No using your hands though. I want you to eat like a dog!" Miss Thorne remarked with a glint in her grey eyes and my cock twitched into life at the thought of what else my tongue might be called on to do later.

It was really strange to crouch on the floor and try and eat my dinner whilst two other humans were eating in comfort above me. I blew on the food and then waited a minute or so before I tentatively pushed my face down and started to eat, finding it impossible to avoid covering my chin and cheeks with the gravy. Up above, the two women chatted as they ate, conversing about everyday, mundane matters and sipping wine to wash down their food. I only had water but I was grateful enough for that as my throat was parched. I pushed my face down into the bowl and lapped up some of the cold liquid then returned to the stew, continuing to get muckier and muckier as I tried to eat like a dog.

"Good grief!" observed Miss Thorne when we had all finished. "You seem to be wearing half of your dinner, slave. Still it's time you had a shower to clean yourself up. You stink. Rachel, show him to the downstairs shower room then come back here and start the washing up."

"Yes, Miss Thorne," muttered Rachel, rising from her seat and tugging on my lead.

I crawled after her obediently, grimacing as my sore knees encountered the parquet flooring of the hall and she pulled me into the downstairs bathroom, switched the light on and then hissed at me, "My arse is so sore from your cock!"

Her hand flashed across my face, slapping me hard and I felt one of my teeth cut into my lip at the unexpected blow. Then she pushed me into the shower cubicle and I lay there for a moment or two before I managed to get to my feet and lean against the coolness of the tiled wall. Eventually I turned the shower on and I stood there under the hot water, feeling rejuvenated as the dirt and grime was sluiced from my body. It was one of the little things in life which you never noticed until you couldn't do it, I decided. Being clean was fantastic and it was many minutes before I turned the spray off and stumbled out of the cubicle. Soft towels awaited me on a heated towel rail and I almost moaned at the luxury as I rubbed them over my body before I took the opportunity to clean my teeth with a toothbrush I found under the sink. Revitalised, I sank back down on all fours after opening the door and crawled back towards the kitchen, wondering what was going to happen to me next.

I crawled in to see the arousing picture of Rachel's naked bottom swaying back and forth gracefully as she laboured over the washing up. It was tantalising indeed and my cock twitched rapidly into life especially when I remembered how tight her hot innards had been around my shaft.

"Stop daydreaming, slave. Stand up and start on the drying up!" snapped Miss Thorne, handing me a tea towel.

I stood up gratefully, pleased to ease the pressure on my knees and to actually act like a human being rather than a dog for however long I was allowed to. Rachel slammed a dish down onto the draining board and made a couple of glasses wobble precariously before I trapped them with my fingers.

"Oh and if you break anything then I will take recompense out of your hide!" commented my mistress harshly from behind me as she heard the glasses clink together.

I concentrated on the task, wiping the dishes thoroughly then stacking them on the kitchen table. Rachel seemed to take great delight in leaving the plates and other crockery with as many suds on as possible, probably hoping that I would drop one and be punished. She even splashed me a couple of times quite deliberately, chuckling softly to herself as I jumped when the hot water touched my skin. I kept my concentration however and refused to be distracted by her though it was awfully difficult standing next to a naked girl and seeing her bare breasts sway slightly as she plunged her hands into the dishwater. The last piece of cutlery clattered onto the draining board and I wiped it and tucked it away in the kitchen drawer before I turned round and looked for somewhere to hang up the tea towel.

"Hmm, surprisingly domesticated," murmured Miss Thorne, smoke-grey eyes amused a little by the incongruous view before her of a naked man clutching a scrap of linen. "Now, you, Rachel, can get off home and I will see you on Friday at ten o' clock sharp."

"Oh, Miss Thorne. Can't I stay?"

"What for? To see what I do with my little slave here? I don't think so, girl, or I might be tempted to let him slide that proud cock into your pussy!"

Rachel pouted then flounced out of the room; a sight that was extremely amusing as her still red bottom cheeks wobbled alluringly from side to side.

"Actually Rachel, come back in here and wait for a moment. I think I have something upstairs for you!" remarked Miss Thorne abruptly and I watched a little smile develop on her rosebud lips and knew that it was not going to be a nice surprise for the girl.

With just her blouse on, Rachel walked back into the kitchen carrying the rest of her clothes and she stood there staring at me as Miss Thorne went upstairs. It was only a minute or so before she returned carrying what appeared to be a belt and I raised one eyebrow inquisitively as I wondered what she was going to do with it. The thought of it whipping across Rachel's pert bum and giving her some vivid streaks to remind her every time she sat down shot through my mind and I felt myself harden at the idea. My cock grew harder as Miss Thorne ordered Rachel to stand with her feet well apart and, as she was facing me, I could see the delicate pink lips of her pussy peeping out at me from her sparse covering of downy brown hair. Bemused I watched as Miss Thorne looped the belt around Rachel's thin waist and I noticed then that it had an extra piece hanging down in front. Rachel was clearly baffled too and her eyes caught mine and she shrugged in puzzlement as Miss Thorne buckled the belt tightly then grasped the piece dangling down and manoeuvred it skilfully between the girl's parted thighs. Walking round behind Rachel, she pulled it up tightly, eliciting a little squeak as the thin leather strip bit into the delicate pussy lips before she buckled it into the other bit and then secured it with a padlock.

"That should keep you out of mischief until Friday, I believe. Otherwise I think you may have gone home and fingered yourself or slipped one of those toys inside you! The holes are big enough for you to do your ablutions though you better make sure that you clean yourself and the belt well.

"Yes, Miss Thorne," muttered a subdued Rachel as she started to pull on the rest of her clothes, covering the chastity belt with her lacy knickers and then her skirt. She walked slowly out of the kitchen and a few moments later the front door slammed shut and I was left alone with my mistress and nemesis!

Chapter Six

"I tend to believe that you were more sinned against than sinning today, slave," Miss Thorne murmured, stepping closer to me and trailing her nails down my chest until they found my erect nipples. "Still you need training desperately so this afternoon's little session will be good for you in the long run. Did you like it when your cock was up my maid's tight little bottom?"

"Yes," I blurted out instantly before I wondered whether it was a good idea to voice my opinion so forthrightly and honestly.

She laughed though and twisted my nipples almost gently, sending just a frisson of pain wending its delightful way into my senses. Then she slapped me hard across the face and reminded me how to address her properly.

"Now I think that you have earned yourself a little treat this evening. Into the hall and wait outside the little door."

I obeyed swiftly, mind fantasising about what pleasures would await me as I walked across the tiled kitchen floor and on to the parquet blocks of the hall. I had noticed the little door before but had just thought it was an understairs cupboard or a toilet tucked away but now I found out that it led down into a cellar. The steep stone steps felt freezing and hard on my bare feet but I followed my mistress down willingly, eager to experience the delights of her company and the wicked inventiveness of her mind. Another door barred the bottom of the stairs and she opened it with a key, flicked a switch, entered and then ordered me to follow. Nerves jangling slightly, I did, treading in her wake and then gasping as I saw the array of equipment that stretched out before me. Much of it I failed to recognise but the purpose of the rack of canes and floggers hanging on the wall was obvious and my throat went dry as I viewed them. Dustsheets covered some items, disguising their identity and I wondered what lay under the cream-coloured wrappings as she led me past them to where a simple, unadorned bench was situated almost in the middle of the long room.

"Lie down on the bench, slave, and stare up at the ceiling," she commanded and my body hastened to obey. The wood was hard on my back and sore bottom cheeks as I stretched out in accordance with her wishes and felt her slim fingers encompassing my wrists with tight leather bands that were secured to the floor. She did the same to my ankles while I fought down the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm me as my freedom to move was once again taken away from me.

"Hmm, such a pretty sight to see. A man all helpless and ready to be played with!" she whispered mockingly, pulling on a pair of leather gloves after setting her watch on a small table by the side of the bench. "Now it's time to see if you have become less importunate in your reactions. I sincerely hope so because then I will give you a reward. If not then I will have to give you a punishment. Of course, having already come a few hours ago in the depths of Rachel's delightful anus, you should be able to resist for longer so I think your target tonight is a full six minutes!"

I groaned as she set the stopwatch going and started to stroke my cock into erection. The touch of the supple leather was instantly arousing although I fought against it desperately, trying to concentrate on mundane things. Her fingers tightened around me, squeezing and stroking my shaft slowly but surely, encompassing the bulbous head and teasing my knob with feathery touches. Excitement stole into my mind like a pickpocket as her other hand crept down and fondled my taut ball sac, adding to the delicious feelings that roamed my body.

"Half way, my little slave," she murmured, caressing my cock smoothly while squeezing my balls softly. I juddered as a twinge of pain seeped into me and her eyes smiled, grey smoke sucking me into their cloudy depths as she leant over me, observing me as if I was a creature in an experiment. I gritted my teeth and stared back, trying to project my determination to resist and her lips parted wider and her little pink tongue flickered outside for a moment. I fantasised then about her tongue touching my cock and her warm mouth sucking in my long shaft and I so nearly lost control but I dragged myself back from the brink, straining every sinew as I endeavoured not to disgrace myself once more.

As the seconds slipped by, I tried to count them in my head, deliberately slowing myself down as much as possible in order to be safe. I reached one hundred and eighty and waited for Miss Thorne to tell me that I had attained my target of six minutes in total but she stayed silent, just manipulating my cock with her skilful fingers. Grimly, I tried to hold on for longer, keen to impress the enigmatic woman who seemed to be able to control me with just her will alone. I knew that even if I was not tethered tightly on the bench that I would have stayed there and allowed her to do what she wanted and that thought was perversely puzzling to say the least. Her fingers gripped tighter and her hand moved faster and suddenly I was on the brink, gasping as the almost painful pleasure of my climax swept through me. I jerked upwards on the bench, thrusting my hips up towards the distant ceiling and my sperm erupted, arcing through the air like a white rainbow before it splattered down to earth on my chest with some even reaching as far as my chin. More followed as she continued to milk my cock while her eyes flickered across to the watch on the little table. A creamy pool of come settled on my stomach and the last few splashes of spunk created tiny ripples in the surface as the last throes of my orgasm slipped away.

"Seven minutes and ten seconds, slave. Much improved although, as you had already come relatively recently, perhaps that was not a fair test of your abilities? We will have to see if you can do even better tomorrow!" Miss Thorne stated calmly, swirling one gloved finger in the little lake of semen that decorated my belly.

She immersed one finger and then brought it up to my mouth and rubbed it along my lips as I tried to squirm away.

"So shy of tasting yourself? I think that as you made the mess then you should clear it up so open wide!"

Reluctantly I obeyed, flinching slightly as she brought another finger up to my mouth and slid it in. I felt a slippery fluid seep into me as she rubbed it back and forth and then her whole gloved hand was used to pour my own spunk in between my parted lips. It pooled at the back of my throat until I had to swallow and then it slithered down into my stomach, gone for ever as the next lot arrived, courtesy of her leather glove. When she had finished scooping it up from my stomach, I had to lick her gloves clean, starting at the fingertips then working my way across the slippery palm until she was satisfied with my efforts.

"Now it's time for your mistress to enjoy herself and that will be your reward...watching me have some pleasure!"

I licked my sperm-encrusted lips at the thought, wondering if she was going to play with herself in front of me. The thought sent shivers of lust racing through me and she smiled as she read the expression in my eyes.

"Oh yes, slave, you will get a very close and personal look!"

Miss Thorne stepped away from the bench and wandered across to a cupboard by the far wall, returning a few moments later with what was a very realistic-looking dildo mounted on a strap. A shorter, stubbier cock jutted out the other side and I wondered what that was for as she dangled the leather strap over my face before grasping my head and raising it slightly. She swiftly slipped the strap under my head then tightened the buckle so that slowly but inexorably the short dildo pushed against my mouth.

"Open wide, slave!" she chuckled and I stifled a sob of shame as I followed her command and accepted the rubbery shaft into my mouth. It lodged against the back of my throat and kept my lips parted wide around its girth as she finished tightening the strap up. The larger dildo stuck up like a tent pole in front of my eyes and I nearly went cross-eyed focusing on the bulbous tip as it moved gently back and forth with every breath that I took.

I heard a faint rustling from behind me and then something dark, lacy and slightly damp dropped over my eyes and blurred my vision. Miss Thorne's panties, I realised with a sudden thrill and I breathed in deeply and smelt the rich aroma of her body, glorying in it as it filled my nostrils. Then my vision darkened further as she straddled me, hitching her skirt up before she allowed it to drape back over my face, trapping me in a dark heaven of heat and smell. Her fingers crept under her skirt and I could sense that she was arranging the thick bulb of the phallus against her soft slit and my mouth went dry with longing. I wanted to see...desperately. I needed to feast my eyes on her pink softness accepting the crown of the dildo, widening, stretching then parting fully. I wanted to see the joy in her eyes as she was filled completely but most of all I wanted it to be my cock sliding in and out of her warmth and wetness, thrusting deep and hard for hours until she begged for release.

Instead I had to lie there and just imagine the beauty of it as she sighed softly and then slithered closer to me, sending out a waft of warmth that covered my face. Slowly and steadily she slipped up and down on the phallus, impaling herself fully and delighting me as I smelt her so close to my own flesh when her labia folded around the thick base before she rose up once more. Her movements gradually quickened, pressing down faster and harder and my head was jerked up and down slightly, banging it against the hardness of the wooden bench although I did not care as I was lost in the delight of being used by my mistress. Ensconced under her skirt, the heat built rapidly whilst the scent of her was trapped within, pervading every fibre of my being as I breathed her in deeply. She moved rhythmically, sensuously and slowly up and down the hard pole and then I felt the first trickle of moisture slither over my lips and I was in rapture as I realised that it was her excitement bathing me. Her movements became jerkier, more frenetic and she drove her hips down hard, banging my head back against the wood then sinking down fully onto me as she came, spattering my face with her liquid offering.

Miss Thorne remained on top of me, squashing me down onto the hard bench as she slowly recovered her poise and dignity. Then she rose gracefully and I just caught the merest hint of her swollen pussy lips through the veiling gauze of her panties before she was once again standing by my side and observing me enigmatically.

"Such pleasure for you is ill-deserved, I'm sure," she murmured and then she laughed as she caught sight of my cock and found that it was as hard as rock once more. "I see that what you lack in control, you make up for in stamina, slave! Now I do believe that you have some more cleaning up to do!"

I was puzzled for a moment but then she started to unbuckle the strap that held the phallus in place before she reversed it and teased my lips with the slippery, scented bulb that had been inside her beautiful body so recently. I parted my lips instantly, revelling in the taste as the dildo slid inside my mouth, pushing insistently against the opening to my throat as she twiddled it round and round. Faster and faster she rotated it and then she speared it down harder and I gagged around it as the bulbous head slithered into my throat. My breath rasped out around the impaling cock and I tried to breathe in more oxygen through my nose as she worked it further in before finally withdrawing the dildo and allowing me to recover.