The Queen of Hearts

Chapter Seven

The next morning I was unclipped from the bed and hustled into the shower where I was forced to squat ignominiously and expel the rubber dog toy from my sore and abraded anal tube. It was utterly demeaning to feel her eyes upon me as I strained to push it out though afterwards I was grateful as the hot shower soothed my weary body. At breakfast time I was allowed to eat properly instead of being made to eat out of a bowl like a dog and so, apart from feeling incredibly weary after a fairly sleepless night, I was actually feeling quite upbeat. Things were looking up as I seemed to have escaped from being treated as her pet dog and then, when she mentioned educating me in how to play cards properly, I smirked as I considered her victory over me previously to have been just a moment of luck.

"You may write down six things that you would like if you win although I will look at them and vet them before we begin. Think sensible thoughts or I will be displeased to say the least! I am going to do the same and then at the end a roll of the die will decide which number gets picked!"

She handed me a piece of paper and a pen and then sat opposite me at the kitchen table, sliding her pencil in and out of her lips alluringly and distractingly. I could only imagine my cock slipping in and out and I instantly hardened as I thought of the warmth of her mouth encompassing my knob. I wrote it down as a suggestion followed by others on a similar theme, pulse quickening as I wondered if I would be allowed to carry out any of them if I won. Meanwhile she scribbled down her own thoughts and ideas and my nerves jangled as I feared the power of her fertile imagination.

"Pass your paper here, slave!" she snapped, laying down her pencil abruptly and I complied instantly, praying that she would not take offence at my ideas.

"No!" she remarked firmly as she read the first one. "This mistress does not take a worthless slave's cock in her mouth because he wishes it. I will alter that accordingly to you serving my breasts with your tongue and lips instead. Your other suggestions are broadly acceptable although I may change one or two little things...not that you will win!"

Her confident tone set my teeth on edge and I was determined to prove her wrong as we walked through into her study where a little green baize card table was set up ready for us to commence.

"Vingt-et-un or pontoon as you might know it, slave," she murmured as she cut the cards then riffled them skilfully between her fingers to shuffle them.

"I thought we would be playing poker, mistress," I replied a little disappointed as I considered pontoon beneath my skills.

"When I think you are ready, slave. First you need to prove yourself at this. Only when you have beaten me will I know you are good enough to move on to poker or baccarat or bezique perhaps."

Poker was good enough for me. I had vaguely heard of the other two but had never played them. Doling out some chips from a stack on the table, Miss Thorne explained that the banker would swap every ten hands and that the game would finish when one person ran out of chips.

"So don't be profligate!" she advised me with a glint in her grey eyes and I wondered nervously just what she had in mind for me if I lost.

Miss Thorne dealt first and the first few hands were very nip and tuck with a few chips sliding my way as I enjoyed the luxury of a five card trick. Relaxing a little, I began to enjoy myself and a flow of good hands had me well in the lead after about half an hour with my mistress down to her last dozen chips. A pair of aces on her deal tempted me and I split them then loaded each with five chips as I attempted to bankrupt her. She flipped over the first card and I groaned under my breath at the six that was revealed before I tapped on the next ace and waited, heart pounding faster as I prayed for a court card. An eight appeared and I sat back in disappointment then thought about what to do next. Should I play safe and settle for the relatively low scores or go all out? Sweat broke out on my forehead as she stared across at me coolly, looking impossibly relaxed and confident, irritatingly so and I decided that I would try and force the issue.

"Twist again!" I snapped out and she raised one elegant arched eyebrow before leaning across and whipping her hand across my cheek.

"'Twist again please, mistress' is what I think you meant to say!" she commented as I recoiled.

"Sorry, mistress. Twist again please," I stammered out and waited nervously to see what would appear as her long, thin fingers manipulated the deck of cards.

It was a five, giving me either twenty-two or just twelve. Possibly the worst result that I could have got and I cursed my luck while she continued to gaze at me sardonically, waiting for me to make my next choice.

"Twist please, mistress," I stated, trying to remain calm.

The card flipped over and I could not hide my displeasure with Lady Luck as a ten appeared.

"Bust!" she announced gaily, raking in the chips from my first ace and then idly running her perfectly-manicured nails along the edge of the deck while she waited for me to decide what to do with the other hand. This time I decided to play safe and so I stuck on my total of nineteen then waited, nerves jangling, as she unveiled her own hand. It was twelve, a poor hand to say the least and yet there was an almost predestined feeling as she twisted immediately and a nine appeared, sinking my hopes as she attained a perfect total of twenty-one.

My play went downhill from that moment. Confidence deserted me and I continually made the wrong choices and within ten minutes she had turned the tables completely and bankrupted me, smiling sweetly as she gathered in the last of my chips.

"So near and yet so far! You always seem to make the wrong decision at the vital moment, slave."

I said nothing, sulking a little as I waited to hear what my fate would be. She smiled and picked up her piece of paper, eyes scanning the contents although I was sure that she knew them off by heart.

"I think I will let you roll the dice, slave, as then you will be responsible for your own misery!" she announced, grey eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked across at me.

I picked up the ivory cube and rolled it across the card table. It span as it went then teetered on one edge before falling back to land on a five.

"Such a good choice...for me!" Miss Thorne stated after she had scanned her sheet of paper and my heart thumped harder as I wondered just what she had in store for me. "I think I will need you back downstairs though so up you get and follow me."

I trailed after her, mouth dry and nerves jangling. She opened the little door in the hall, switched on the light and then went down the steep steps. Then she unlocked the cellar and I followed her in. Miss Thorne led me over to a padded board which was at an angle of about forty-five degrees and told me to lean against it and then she buckled my ankles and wrists securely in place as I noticed that the table had a cut-out strategically placed to allow access to my bottom from behind. A further leather strap was tightened round my stomach just above my belly button and I stared up at her, cock hardening into life, as she ran her fingernails down my exposed chest and teased my nipples for a moment.

"Don't go away!" she murmured, grey eyes glinting with merriment and the promise of pain and I bit back a sarcastic retort, realising that it would not be a good idea to antagonise her when she had me completely at her mercy. She strode away from the table, skirt swishing alluringly across her trim backside, and I heard her rummaging around in some of the cabinets that were tucked away against the walls and I shivered as fear sank into my soul. She returned bearing an old fashioned shaving brush and a can of lather along with a cut throat style razor and my eyes must have widened as she placed them on a small table just in my eye line.

"It's alright, slave. I don't intend to chop anything off...unless you are a very bad boy! Now I am going to go upstairs and get a bowl of hot water because you need a shave before I carry out the next stage of your punishment."

Again she moved away and I was left puzzled, wondering why on earth she needed to shave me. I had been allowed to use an electric razor that morning and, while it had not been as good as a wet shave, it meant that my stubble was not that bad. Then the answer dawned on me and I swallowed hard and craned my head up to look at the dark curls of my pubic hair. Was she really going to shave me bare? The thought made my cock twitch with excitement and fear and I trembled once more as I wondered how good she was with a razor.

I soon found out. Miss Thorne returned swiftly, carrying the bowl of water and set it on the little table before she depressed the plunger on the can and sent a veritable flood of lather over my genitals. It felt cold for a few moments and then her hands started to smooth it in and I was in ecstasy, sighing with pleasure at her soft and practised touch. She worked the white foam in well, massaging it into my cock shaft and then my balls before she picked up the razor and whispered, "Make sure you stay very still, slave. It would be very unfortunate if you flinched and my hand slipped!"

Fear flooded through my body and I tried to stay absolutely rigid, hardly daring to breathe as the razor's silvered steel flashed in the light from overhead. She grasped the end of my cock firmly then smoothly stroked the razor down the length removing the lather along with some pubic hair as she neared the bottom. Skilfully she worked her way round my cock and then scraped off the hair from my stomach before she started on my balls. I felt the cold touch of the steel on my sensitive sac and fear shot through me but she shaved me bare without cutting me at all, washing off the razor intermittently in the bowl before she rinsed away the lather and dabbed me dry with a towel.

"That's good so far but there is still one area left to do," she commented, making me wonder what she was on about. Then she abruptly flipped the board over and I gasped with surprise as it rotated smoothly round and left me with my head nearly touching the floor. The blood rushed to my head as she moved round to the other side and I had to smother a squeal of shock as the cold lather shot out of the can and covered my bottom. Again her hands smoothed it in, working it into my anal crevice and I wished that the floor would open up and swallow me whole as she commented wickedly on how nice it would be for the first man to slide his big cock into my hairless bottom hole.

"Will you like it, little slave? Is this tight arse eager to be stretched properly? It seems a very keen hole!" she murmured as she eased one finger deep into it and wiggled it about excitingly.

Shame filled my dark green eyes with tears at the thought and I shivered as she worked her finger in and out for a few moments before picking up the razor and shaving my buttocks and anal crevice until I was smooth and bare.

"Just like a baby's bottom!" she laughed as she cleaned the razor and placed it on the table.

Then she flipped the table back round again and I felt dizzy for a while as the blood drained away from my head rapidly.

"Excellent. Now we are all ready to begin the fun and games!" she added, eyes sparkling with delight.

Quickly she went back over to the cupboards and retrieved a few more items and then she came back and placed them on the table and my eyes flickered across and my body went rigid with terror. Smiling faintly at my obvious fear, Miss Thorne adjusted the board slightly, swinging it on its well-oiled hinges until I was almost horizontal then clicking two metal catches which held it firmly in place. I heard the unmistakable sound of a match being struck and I shivered, not daring to look as she lit a candle and moved it over my body.

"Nipples first, I think," she murmured and my heart thudded faster at the thought of what might be next as I waited for the pain to strike.

Somehow I could not tear my eyes away from the flickering light as she moved it slowly in circles above my chest. The wait dragged on and I breathed faster in terrified anticipation as her smile widened, Miss Thorne enjoying my terror immensely. She tilted the candle slightly and I tensed, expecting a stream of wax to pour out but then she straightened it up again just in time and I breathed out in relief. Too soon; she saw my relaxation and instantly shook the wax taper and I cried out as a clear globule sizzled for a second on my skin just below my nipple. The pain was electric for a few moments, sending a flash of fire through my body and then it died away until another pearl of wax fell and rekindled the flames. Slowly and carefully, she covered my nipples with the wax, making me jerk against the tight leather bonds with each drop that decorated my body and then she placed the candle back down on the table and I breathed out once more, hoping against hope that she had finished tormenting me.

"I think a blindfold would add to the fun," she murmured, a smile flickering across her lips and I watched as she picked up a scarf from the table. She folded it in half then draped it over my eyes before tying it securely behind my head and cutting off my vision completely. It was terrifying to wait in the absolute darkness. I stared out into the dark material, mind wondering what was happening and body trembling. I flinched abruptly as something touched me then heard her laugh as her fingers tip-tapped across my chest and down towards my erection. Why was I erect? It felt as if I was going to burst and yet all I had done was suffer. I was still wondering when the first drop of wax landed on my balls and a shrill scream burst out of my mouth as the pain rocketed through my nervous system and into my mind. More followed in a steady stream of liquid agony and heat suffused my scrotal sac. I hyperventilated as I tried to keep some sort of control and sweat broke out on my forehead before suddenly her soothing voice was there, telling me what a brave slave I was. Hands stroked my cock and I almost came instantly at the softness of her touch after the harshness of the wax.

The gentle touch of her fingers vanished and I could not stop myself groaning with pain as the wax resumed falling. This time it cascaded down onto my shaft itself and the agony was intense, making me bite my lip as I tried not to show weakness. I strained against the leather straps that held me while my breath rasped painfully in and out but she showed no mercy and just kept the molten wax flowing down onto my prick. I thought that the pain could not get any worse but I changed my mind as she rolled back my foreskin and bared my purple knob to the white wax shower. I screamed as the droplets fell, coating my sensitive smoothness in a rain of fiery liquid that hardened and cooled. Tilting the board forward slightly, Miss Thorne made it easier to cover the side of my cock nearest my belly, pulling it away with one hand while she used the other to hold the candle. She ignored my febrile jerks and agonised moans, steadily encasing me in a sheath of wax until she was finally satisfied with her handiwork.

"Oh how pretty that makes my slave's cock look!" she announced proudly as she blew out the candle near my face, making the smell drift to my nostrils. Her hands stroked up and down the wax, smoothing it out before it all hardened too much but I felt almost nothing as my sensitive shaft was covered from root to glans.

"Now it can be used to give your mistress a little pleasure," she murmured and I wondered what she was going to do as she levelled out the board and made sure that the catches were in place.

I felt her climb onto the padded board and felt her soft thighs on mine and then her hands resumed stroking and touching the hardening mass of wax while she rocked back and forth gently.

"Such a big, fat cock for me now, slave, and yet, unfortunately, you won't feel anything as it slides up into me!"

She laughed and adjusted her position and, although I could see nothing through the scarf nor feel anything either, I knew that she was impaling her sweet pussy on the white wax cylinder that she had created. I was desperate to see but there was no way to remove the blindfold and I could only weep tears of frustration as she slithered down onto me until her parted thighs rested on my heated skin. Up and down, exquisitely slowly, she moved and I could tell from the gentle warmth of her thighs kissing against mine when she had taken all of the white phallus inside her wetness.

My mind imagined the scene and I licked my lips in desire and yet still I felt nothing as she used me for her own pleasure. Her movements gradually quickened and her thighs bounced against mine harder and faster and I heard the note of her breathing change. I pictured the glistening pinkness swallowing my cock and her neck arching back in rapture, a flush reddening her white skin and the agony of not being able to see made me grind my teeth together in frustration. There was a little moan of delight and then her movements became jerkier and more frenetic and I knew that she was coming, using my prick as her plaything. Suddenly her full weight crashed down on my thighs and she slumped forward against my chest, tendrils of hair tickling my skin while her hot breath wafted over my body.

It must have been at least a minute before she moved and I spent it wishing that I could hold her tightly against me and feel the warmth of her for ever. Then she was gone, lifting herself up off my covered cock and I started to squeal like a stuck pig as she began to rip off the encrusted candle wax. Pain filled me as each section was torn away and darkness flooded through me. After she finished removing the wax from my shaft, Miss Thorne started on my balls and I could only open my mouth in a silent scream of agony as the white layer was stripped away ruthlessly.

"That's better now," she cooed like a dove, stroking my engorged and overheated cock with her cool fingers and I clenched my teeth together tightly as I tried not to come.

Every long stroke made me want to arch my hips up and spray my spunk up into the air as an offering to her but I did not want to give in so easily as I knew she would castigate me for my weakness. Then something warm and wet enclosed my knob and I was lost. For a moment I thought it was her heated pussy but then I realised it was her mouth as her tongue flickered over my tormented tip and I could resist no more. I groaned as the almost painful rush of my orgasm flooded through me and then I felt my hot seed jet out into her welcoming warmth. More followed, powerful surges of semen rushing out of me until I felt completely drained and my cock dwindled down into limpness while my breathing echoed round the cellar.

There was a moment to savour the ecstasy of her lips sliding off my prick and then they were on me, pressing insistently against my own lips and I could not prevent my mouth opening as she dribbled my own sperm into me. The touch of her soft lips was bliss and I willingly drank in my spunk as the price for such pleasure. Her tongue teased along my lips and then darted inside and I entwined mine with it greedily, tasting myself on her flesh as it wriggled arousingly in my mouth for a few seconds before it withdrew.

Before I could swallow all my sperm, Miss Thorne mounted the table and straddled my face then lowered herself down over me until her pussy hovered scant inches from my eager lips.

"Time to show your true adoration and subservience to your mistress," she murmured, gazing down at me between her parted thighs. "Take a deep breath and then I want you to work your tongue in well, slave!"