Ashfield Adventure Pt 04

After moving to the village of Ashfield, my wife and I have fallen under the malign influence of The Circle. Angela has been inducted as our landlord's slave, in a bizarre initiation rite.

Part Four. The Dinner Date.

Arriving home after the initiation ritual, we stood embracing, just holding each other tight, for a long while. She was obviously drained, physically and emotionally; and I really just wanted to get her to sleep.

"Come on," I said gently. "You need a shower, then bed"

She grunted. "I don't think a shower will be enough. I need a long soak in the bath."

"I know" I sympathised. "But you can't. Your tattoo might get infected. You can bathe tomorrow, if you want, but it's just a shower for now." I released her from my embrace. "You need rest."

She agreed, groaning as she flexed her arms and rubbed her hips. "My joints are so stiff and painful. And my pussy has never been so sore. I don't know if I'll even get up the stairs."

"You'll be alright after a nights rest. Come on, let's clean you up."

I helped her up the stairs and into the bathroom, turning on the over the bath shower. She discarded the chiffon dress and the scrunchie from her hair, before climbing, with my assistance into the bath. I, too, got rid of my robe, and stepped in beside her.

"Come" I said. Let me wash you."

She stood under the steamy water spray for a minute or two, enjoying the feel of the hot water running down her body; easing her aches and pains. Then I picked up the soap and shower gel and thoroughly soaped her all over, paying particular attention around her vulva, anus, thighs and pubic hair. She was plastered with dried semen.

Once done, I shampooed her long hair, and left her to rinse herself off under the hot water; whilst I went to look out some warm towels from the airing cupboard.

When she was ready, I held out a large bath sheet, as she stepped out of the bath, wrapping her up snugly. I passed her a smaller towel to wrap her wet hair in.

"Are you alright to dry yourself?" I asked. She nodded.

"I'm OK. Thanks."

I left her, put on my dressing gown; and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where I filled the kettle, to make a reviving cup of tea. I carried her tea up to her, but when I got back upstairs, I found her crashed out, already sound asleep, on top of the bed; with the towels still wrapped around her body and hair. I found a warm blanket, spread it over her, and left her where she was.

After I had showered myself, taking care around my new tattoo, I went back down and took a bottle of whisky and a glass through to the living room. I sat in an armchair, thinking, brooding; as I worked my way down the bottle. At some stage I fell asleep in the armchair.

I woke up to daylight, with a whisky headache and a creaky neck, from sleeping at an odd angle. It was seven o'clock. I went in to the kitchen to get a glass of water and a couple of painkillers, before climbing the stairs.

Angie was still asleep on top of the bed sheets. At some stage she had thrown off the blanket I'd covered her with. The bath towel, too, had fallen away from her body. Surprisingly, the towel wrapping her hair was still intact.

I stood still for a while, just watching her. After over a year of marriage, in which she had been so shy about her body, I couldn't get enough of seeing her naked like this. Her sweet breasts rising and falling as she breathed, deeply. The gentle swell of her belly. The fine, soft hairs gracing her pubic mound. It almost seemed unusual, after the past week, to see her nipples at ease, rather than rampantly erect. She looked so innocent. It seemed impossible that she had just been through a wild, rampant sex ritual involving five other people; all of whom had fucked her.

I made to pull the blanket to cover her nakedness. She stirred at the first movement, and woke up. Seeing me standing over her, she pushed herself upright, yawning. She smiled at me, shyly.

"You look like you slept well" I commented.

"Like a log, thank goodness. I was worn out."

"You had good reason to be," I replied, sitting beside her on the bed and taking her by the hand. I placed my pointing finger against her forehead.

"How are you feeling in there" I asked, raising my eyebrows. She blushed, taking a deep breath,

"Oh, I'm fine," she chuckled, in a bashful tone. She paused and continued, "I can't believe what went on, last night. The things they did to me!" Her eyes widened, hand covering her mouth as a memory came back. "They made me wee in front of them, and then made me drink it! And then we all drank it! Can you believe it?" Her face reddened at the thought, but she was laughing as she spoke.

"They did a lot of stuff that has never been done to me before. Four men had sex with me! A woman made love to me! Did you see her, kissing me on the mouth?" I nodded silently, allowing her to continue.

"I was embarrassed, scared, mortified the whole time; but I was so aroused as well. I wanted more. Is that wrong?" I shook my head.

"I'm happy for you. It would be terrible if you hated it." She was quiet for a moment, then burst out;

"Can you believe the doctor and that filthy priest? How do you think they got involved in all of this?" I shrugged. After another short silence I ventured,

"And Brother Frank?" I let the question hang in the air, unfinished. Her humour evaporated instantly. Her face fell.

"I'm sorry about that. I don't know what happened. I couldn't help myself." She swallowed and paused for a few seconds, then went on;

"I hate him. I hate him more than any of them. Now, in this instant, thinking about him makes my skin crawl. He's an awful, immature, arrogant jerk. But I still want him. If he were here, now, I would be craving his attention, desperate for his touch. I want him to be my Master." She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Steve. This must be so hard for you. I don't love you any less. I just don't have any free will in this matter."

I held her close, nuzzling her face, kissing her tenderly. "Don't worry about me. You're the one they want; I'm mostly just a bystander. The hardest thing for me is that I know I'll have to see the bastard, every day at work. I get the impression that he'll be doing his best to rub it in my face; and I won't be able to do anything about it."

We sat on the bed for a while just chatting, being close, loving. Then I went down to get us some breakfast. A short while later she joined me, fully dressed, and we ate together, putting the previous night behind us.

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That afternoon, Brian arrived at our door, carrying a small holdall. He declined the offer of coffee or tea, bustling straight into our living room. Angie was upstairs. He sat on a chair by the dining room table and ordered me to call her down. We heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and she hurried down, red faced; still drying her hands on a small towel.

As soon as saw her Master, she fell onto her knees, head down and hands behind her back. I was getting used to seeing her like that. He made her rise and told us both to join him at the table.

"There are a few things I need to talk to you about," he said. "Firstly, Angela, you have an appointment with Doctor Gemma at her surgery on Monday evening. Six o'clock. Stephen, you may accompany her."

"Secondly, I've had second thoughts about the dress I had made for you. You looked marvellous, my dear, but after discussion with the others; I'm not entirely convinced by it. He indicated the holdall he had brought with him.

"Your revised costume is in that bag, there. You can check it out after I go. You may still wear the sandals to protect your feet outside, of course; and the cloak in bad weather." He paused to gather his thoughts, before continuing,

"Now. Let me see your tattoos; you first, Stephen." I pulled my T shirt over my head, letting him see the new tattoo at my left breast. He carefully removed the protective film that covered it and examined it closely.

"Yes, no problem there. The redness will soon fade. It will heal nicely. Just keep it clean. Wash it with ordinary soap, it will be fine. Now let's see your lovely wife's tattoo."

He swivelled his beady eyes to Angie. She stood up, straight away; unfastening her denim jeans; slipping them down, over her hips to her knees. Her knickers followed after. She turned her back towards him, so that he could see the tattoo on her right buttock. At his command she bent over and gripped her knees in both hands, presenting her lovely ass for his inspection.

He examined her, closely, his left hand idly caressing her left buttock. Eventually he was satisfied.

"Yes. The same for you, My Dear. It will soon heal. Leave the dressing off, now; and keep it clean. You can pull your pants up, now."

She zipped and re-buttoned her jeans before rejoining us at the table.

"That brings me onto my next point. I'm not happy with you wearing jeans, or trousers. I've never seen you in a dress, or skirt. Do you have any?" It was true; she never wore dresses, except on very rare occasions, when it was expected.

She nodded, answering, "Yes, Master. I do have one dress and one skirt."

"Good," he replied. "This weekend, you will get rid of any trousers, jeans, and shorts in your wardrobe. Also, any pyjamas or tights; leggings of any sort. Take them to the dump, charity shop, or whatever; just get rid of them. You can wear the dress and skirt you have for this week. On Friday I will take you clothes shopping while Stephen is at work. We'll get you a new wardrobe." He paused, as if coming to a decision.

"In addition, from now on, you will not be wearing panties any more. You can dispose of those, too. I want you bare-arsed at all times. Now." He paused again, gathering his thoughts.

"According to the information you supplied, I believe that your period should be starting on Thursday; is that correct."

"Yes, Master, that should be so."

"Very well. You will have your period this month, and whilst it is in progress you may wear panties. This is a special dispensation to mark your condition. He picked up the holdall, unzipped it; and took out several pairs of black lace knickers. He held a pair up. They were sheer, waist length, with a lacy panel at the front.

"These are ones you are allowed to wear. These; and only these. After your period ends, you may keep them, but only wear them if instructed to, by me. You are on the contraceptive pill, I believe?"

She nodded her affirmation. "Yes, Master. I stop taking them to allow my period to happen."

"From now on, you will begin to take the pill every day, without stopping. There is no need for anything as inconvenient as a monthly period. Unless we decide to breed you, this will be your last one. Doctor Gemma will discuss it with you, on Monday.

Of course, although you will be on your period this Friday, I still expect you at my house at eight o'clock. You will stay overnight with me this week. Don't worry, you won't be expected to have penetrative sex until your flow has stopped, except oral."

He drew a deep breath. "I think that's all. Do you understand it all, both of you?" We both replied that we understood; and he rose to leave.

"Do you have any questions, before I go?" I don't think he expected us to actually have the temerity to question him, but calling on every ounce of resolve I could muster, I asked him,

"May I speak to you about Brother Frank?" He stopped and looked at me, oddly.

"Ah yes. Brother Frank. Dreadful little turd. Far too young to be admitted into our Circle. But his Grandfather founded the Order; and his father is a most senior figure in it. They sponsored his admission. I opposed it, but was voted down. He knows I spoke against him and dislikes me, thoroughly for it. But don't worry. I'm keeping a close eye on him. He isn't a serious threat. He wouldn't dare mess with my property; it would be totally against our code." He looked Angie in the eyes. "None of the other masters will do anything to you without my express permission. Remember, you are mine."

"Now, come and kiss me goodbye, Angela; and I will see you again soon."

Angie offered herself to his embrace. He hugged her to his fat body, kissing her long and wetly; before taking his leave.

After he had gone we sat at the table for a while, discussing these new instructions. Angie was a little crestfallen at being ordered to throw all her jeans out. It was her favourite mode of dressing.

"It'll take some getting used to, having to wear dresses and skirts all the time" she declared, a bit huffily. I rubbed my chin, musing, and answered;

"Yes, I suppose it will. Especially with no knickers." She blanched.

"Oh, God. I hadn't thought of that. I hope the dresses he buys me will be long, I'd hate to be continually showing my bum to all and sundry."

Secretly, I was quite pleased by this turn of events. I liked to see her in a dress; and the thought of walking beside her in town knowing she was bare-arsed would be a real turn-on. I pointed at the small holdall he'd left behind.

"I wonder what he wants you to wear, now?" I asked, quizzically. She'd forgotten about that, too. She picked up the bag from the floor.

"You wait here. I'll go and put it on; I want to surprise you."

"I'm all for surprises" I grinned.

She disappeared and I sat listening to the ceiling, creaking as she moved about the bedroom above. I thought about Brian's instructions, wondering especially why she had to visit the Doctor. We'd find out on Monday, I told myself. The announcement that she would have to stay with him overnight next Friday was a new development. I wondered whether I would be required to stay, too. He had told us, when he first ensnared us, that my presence would not always be required.

I was reassured, to a certain extent, by his comments about Frank. At least I knew that he shared my distaste for the bastard; and that he would be keeping a close eye on him. That was one thing fewer to worry about.

I realized that it had gone very quite upstairs. I checked the time. She'd been gone fifteen minutes, what was she doing? I did wonder, maybe she needed a hand with her new attire? Then I heard her cross the bedroom; coming down the stairs. She stopped before she entered the living room; and gave a dry cough.

"Are you ready?" I was ready; and also excited. I knew that whatever else it was, her new attire would be sexy. She stepped into the room.

I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Her hazel hair was in a flowing pony tail, as before, now held in place with what looked like a black, metal clip. Her neck was circled by a narrow, pink leather collar, a dog collar. Hanging just below it was Brian's silver chain, with its silver and black pendant; dangling at the notch in her throat. Its partner, the matching silver and black ring she'd been given the previous night, graced her wedding finger; whilst the gold wedding ring I had given her when we married, was now demoted to her other hand.

And that was all! She was, to all intents and purposes, totally naked!

"Bloody hell!" I blurted it out before I could stop myself. She giggled, coyly.

"I know," she replied. "I thought there must be something missing, but all that was in the bag was this collar and hair clip. Does he really expect me to walk to his house like this? I mean, no-one else lives within half a mile, but people drive past all the time. Not to mention the odd walker passing by. Anyone could see me."

"Well" I replied. If that's what he wants, that's what he's going to get; we both know that. Christ! You look so hot." I took her by the hand, leading her towards the stairs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" I replied. "I'm going to make love to you, right now!"

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Later that day she went through her wardrobe and took out all her trousers, slacks and jeans. From her bedside chest of drawers, she took all her panties, knickers, leggings, tights, and pyjamas; making a big pile of no-longer-required clothing on the bed. I helped her put it all in black plastic sacks; one for the charity shop, one for the clothes bank and one for the tip. We threw them in the back of the car and drove to town, to dispose of them all.

She was now outfitted in a light blue satin dress, with a darker blue floral print; which she had owned since before I knew her. It suited her well, showing off her hindquarters in a flattering fashion, the hem coming down to mid-thigh.

She was acutely aware of the nakedness of her buttocks and groin, beneath; and the unfamiliar feeling of the air movement around her bare flesh. Unconsciously, her hands kept moving to pull the hem down; terrified that the dress might ride up to reveal her bare ass!

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Monday evening found us sitting in the doctor's surgery in the village. We were the only people in the waiting room. The receptionist sat in her office, through the hatch, ignoring us; typing at her computer.

Abruptly, the door opened and Doctor Gemma appeared. She was wearing a white, three-quarter length lab coat; and carried a clipboard under her right arm.

"You can come through, now" she said, frostily; glaring at us through her black-rimmed glasses. She turned and walked away, briskly. We hurried after her, to her consulting room.

"Sit over there" she told me, dismissively; indicating a chair in the corner. The Doctor sat in her wooden swivel chair, swinging it around to face Angie; who stood uncertainly in the middle of the room.

"Well take your clothes off" the Doctor ordered, peremptorily. Angie hurried to comply, unbuttoning her white blouse; and slipping out of the plain, black skirt she had worn to work that day. The bra quickly followed; and she stood naked once again, in the slave's stance.

"Come closer, girl." She stepped closer, standing directly in front of the Doctor; who proceeded to fondle her body; hands and eyes moving greedily over breasts, thighs and buttocks. She paid particular attention to the vulva, pulling the lips apart to view the open vagina. At last she appeared satisfied; and ordered Angie to bring a chair and sit facing her.

"Now" she said, briskly. "Here are some pills for you both." She produced two plastic pill containers from her desk drawer.

"You will both take one of these, every day." She opened one of the containers and tipped a few tiny white pills into the palm of her hand; holding them out so we could both see.

"This is the same drug that you have been given, dissolved in wine, previously. This is a far more convenient way to take them, but it is a daily dose, rather than weekly. The control we exert over you is more of a mental power, but the drug makes your minds more susceptible to our suggestion. There is a three month supply here. Come to me, personally, when you need more."

"Next. You have been taking a three-week course of contraceptive pills, with a week off to allow your period to happen; that is correct? From now on, you will take these." A slim box was taken from the drawer and slid across the desk.

"These pills are designed to be taken without a break. They will prevent your body ovulating every month; so you will not experience a period at all. They are a popular prescription drug, quite safe. You may get a slight bleed until your body gets used to them, so keep some tampons handy, just in case. There should be no side effects from taking them, but if you do have any problems, come and see me immediately. Take one a day, starting from when your bleeding stops."

A largish tub was produced next.

"This is a special antiseptic ointment. Your owner is far too gentle with you, in my opinion; but others in The Circle will not be. From time to time you will be beaten, whipped, or suffer other minor hurts. This will always be sanctioned in advance by Brother Brian. If, or rather, when that happens, clean your wounds with baby soap; and apply this cream. It will help your body to heal faster; and prevent any scarring."