It was well over an hour before Anna and Gretchen, looking for worse for wear, brought Mandy back to my chambers. Even after their laborious efforts the slave still had an essence of pig shit. Her skin was red and raw from the scrubbing and there was very little doubt that she was sore.
"She still stinks of pig!" I shouted at the two. They explained that they had scrubbed her over and over and could not get the smell off her. "Throw her in her room and lock the door." I gestured to her quarters.
As I lay in my bed I could hear the slave masturbating in her room, whispering how dirty she was and how she still smelled. Perhaps her skin had absorbed some of the odor and it was just going to be part of her now, at least for a while. I found this amusing in a way and apparently my slave found it even more than amusing.
In the morning Anna came to do her usual chores with my slave, once again in the master bath. I handed her some perfumed soap in hopes that perhaps some of the odor of pig might be at least disguised. I had also been thinking that it really wasn't right for me to keep referring to her by her real name, at least the name her parents had given her. I couldn't just call her "slave" although that is exactly what she was. Maybe just "m" or "slave m", might work.
When Anna had finished with her I had decided on simply "m". It was a reminder that her name actually started with that letter, but that she was no longer worthy of a full name. As she knelt at my feet I took her chin in my hand and raised her head to look at me. "From this point on slave, you will be known simply as "m", is that understood?" She nodded. I looked over at Anna who was still in the room and told her to make the rest of the staff aware that the name "Mandy" was never to be spoken again. As I said it I knew that it was the last time anyone would ever hear it again.
Although the soap had covered much of the smell that m had lingering on her skin, it was still fairly apparent. "I think you need some airing out slave." I mused, and led her down to the front hall and back out onto the expansive lawn in the front of the castle. I sat her down on the grass and told her to stay there. As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder and paused. She looked so small and white in a sea of green, naked and hairless.
In the garage I found what I had been looking for. My grandfather had always been fond of hounds, and there was a hook that I finally found with various collars. I found one that looked about the right size for m, as well as a good length of thick cord. As instructed m was sitting in the spot where I had left her. I motioned for her to stand and accept the collar which I placed about her neck. It was of quite think leather and the clasp was quite stiff. So stiff in fact that I doubted whether m would have the strength in her hands to undo it once it had been fastened. With the collar firmly in place, but not so tight as to throttle her, I led her to the front part of the lawn. Here the drive split in two to make a circle around the huge lawn, to meet again at the front of the castle. Here also were two large trees, spaced about ten feet apart. I cut the length of cord in two and fastened each around the trunk of each of the trees. The other end was tied to her wrists effectively suspending her between the two trees, so that she could not sit, turn or move. She was facing down the long dark drive, that wound through the forest to the highway. Her back was to the castle and all she knew, but in front of her was the unknown. From my pocket I took a marker and wrote in large letters on her belly:
USE ME BUT DO NOT UNTIE ME
I chuckled to myself as I finished with the marking, knowing that m could not read the entire message. All she could read was USE ME. As I started back towards the castle I could hear her whimpering, but not out of fear. I knew the only reason she was upset was because her fingers were well away from her wanton cunt.
I had my car brought around to the front of the drive, by the doors so that I could rescue my slave should anything get out of hand. I had business to attend to in my study where there was a fairly powerful telescope set up in the window. Normally it would be used for gazing at wildlife or the surrounding mountains, but today it would serve an entirely different purpose.
Each day there were numerous visitors and deliveries to the castle that would arrive up that same drive. Each would be treated to the lovely view of slave m strung up between the trees. I knew that not too much harm could come to her as she was, tied up that way. I knew the apprehension was building in her, so far from the castle, naked and offered up. Every few minutes I would get up and peek through the telescope at her predicament.
I was just finishing up on a document, when I caught a glint of light across the lawn. A truck was approaching. I eagerly moved to the telescope to watch. I could see m pulling at her bonds as the truck grew nearer until it slowly came to a stop, just past the split in the drive. I saw two young men step out and walk over to my slave. I wished I could see the expression on her face as the two guys stood in front of her, laughing. They each took turns groping her. Her bald head seemed to draw the most attention apart from her cunt, which I could see was drooling down her inner thighs. I saw her jump at one point and figured that her ass had just been probed. Perhaps it was still a little tender after last night's debauchery. The one looked at his watch and slapped the other on the shoulder and it looked like the show was over for now. Each wiped his fingers off down the front of her, on her breasts perhaps and got back into their truck.
I watched m as they walked away and I could tell they had left her unsatisfied as her thighs were pressed tight together, wiggling back and forth. I could hear laughter a short time later emanating from the kitchen, the deliver men telling their story to the staff no doubt. More paperwork lay in front of me as I continued to watch m and her plight. The two men stopped on their way out, but never left the truck. She was obviously annoyed over what they had said and showed her frustration again by tugging at the cords.
Earlier in the morning I had spoken to the owner of the fetish club that I had disappointed the day before and asked him to stop out to the estate for a brandy. He was more than happy to come, saying that he had not been here for many years. I also told him that there would be a surprise involved. Of course everyone loves a surprise and he was no different. It was quite close to the time we had agreed on when I saw a white Mercedes stopped near my slave m. Being every bit the deviate that I was I knew that he knew I was watching.
My eye glued to the telescope, I watched as he approached her. Her reaction was much different than it was to the two delivery men. I saw her immediately spread her legs and lift her chin. I could see him speaking and I knew he was giving her commands. I saw him warily look up to the castle, but knew it was okay. He reached between her legs and she shook like a shock had run through her. He looked up, like he was looking straight at me and held up a finger, like a "Be right back" finger. He retreated to his car and popped the trunk, rummaging around for a few minutes. He had a few things in his hands when he returned. One was unmistakably nipple clamps, which he proceeded to attach to her chest. I could see her head throw back as they bit. He then placed a red ball gag in her mouth, strapping that into place. He then had her step into something that looked like a thong with something dark at the crotch.
I didn't really want her covered up, but he obviously came prepared so I was willing to play along. He then did something I was not prepared for. He was untying her wrists. I once again saw him hold up that finger at me and I held me breath for a moment half expecting her to bolt back here. To my surprise and delight she did exactly as he instructed her and simply turned around so she was facing the castle. He refastened her wrists to the cord, probably more expertly than I had done and got back in his car to resume its approach. He pulled his Mercedes along side of my aging E type Jaguar and rang the bell.
Gretchen brought the man into my study where I greeted him warmly. "Werner,how are you doing?" His handshake was firm but not without respect.
"Baron, and may I say, what a lovely surprise." He spotted the telescope in the window. "I knew of course, that you would not let a lovely creature such as she is, out of your sight." I gestured for him to have a look. "Lovely."
"Please, Werner, have a seat." I invited him to a very comfortable wing chair that looked out the windows. "Brandy?" He nodded, so I poured us each a snifter of a Napoleon brandy from my grandfather's stock. Taking a seat in an adjacent chair. "So I saw the nipple clamps and the gag, but what was the other?"
"Ah, Baron, have a look through your spyglass, and I will show you." Looking a little slumped, m was now facing us. I could see Werner fussing with something in his pocket and suddenly m stood stark upright, thrusting her cunt forward. Just as suddenly she stopped and seemed very annoyed. "A nice little toy." Out of his pocket he pulled a small remote control with a wheel and an on/off switch. "It's called a butterfly, a very powerful vibrator, when turned to its maximum power."
"Well I'll be damned, remote controlled orgasms." I chuckled. "We are a long way away from her, that must have a great range." I took a closer look at the device.
"This remote is custom built, and is more than a little bit illegal. It has a range of over five miles." Werner smiled and evil smile and placed the remote in my hand. "In the past I have used it to cause havoc with various lady friends while they are at work." He laughed under his breath. "So is this the young thing you wished to bring me last night?" Hopefully he asked, looking through the telescope.
"Her name is m, she is my slave." Almost proudly.
"Wonderful Baron, The things we spoke of yesterday would be well suited, but I can think of some things far more interesting for her to do while she is with me." I smiled and I think we both had a mutual understanding of what I expected for her.
"Shall we take a walk?" Snifters in hand we strolled out onto the lawn approaching m as she stood calmly but admittedly frustrated. When we were about fifty feet away I pulled the remote from my pocket and flipped it on. I could her m groan as the "butterfly" sprung to life over her clitoris. Slowly I moved the wheel upwards and could visibly see the marked effect. Her feet were practically bouncing as she thrust her hairless mound into thin air. Flipping off the switch brought a frustrating groan from her as we now were directly beside her.
Werner nodded to me, as if to say "let her have it" so I did. Before turning it on I slid the wheel all the way forward. As m saw the device in my hand she pleaded with her eyes to let her orgasm. I held my finger on the button for a few moments, her eyes wide with anticipation. What I expected was far different than what happened. When I heard the click, m launched against the cords, her back arched impossibly, so far forward her weight supported on the tops of her feet. Werner reached up and released the nipple clamps and there was a guttural scream and for a moment I thought I could see every muscle and tendon through her skin as she tensed in an orgasm that so completely rocked through her body, sweat virtually jumped off her skin. Immediately I switched off the device and m collapsed against the cords. Pulling my knife from my pocket I cut the cord allowing her to fall to the grass. Werner handed me his snifter and he set about unfettering my slave.
"A gift Baron, if you like it." Werner had completed his work as m began to come around. He helped her to her feet and gave her a slap on her butt which scooted her over to stand next to me.
