Excerpt from: "Bondmaids in the City"

 

Number 33 Staunton Crescent was a tall, elegant terrace house, set back from the tree-lined road behind wrought-iron railings. In the large hall, a pretty, bare-breasted maid hung up their hats and parasols, glancing over Niki with interest as she did so.

Through an open side door Niki glimpsed a large, well-furnished sitting room, with pale blue walls with plaster mouldings picked out in white. A mantelpiece displayed a few tasteful ornaments. Everything looked clean and elegant. Her new mistress was clearly comfortably off.

'You can unstrap her legs and take off her kneepads and muzzle,' Nesta suggested to Lucy. 'Keep them by the door for walks but leave her front paws on. Remember to keep her on her knees at all times so she has to look up at you. You don't want to allow her to stand upright for any reason.'

'Not even to climb the stairs?' Lucy wondered, as she fumbled with the straps.

'Of course not. She'll learn. They all do. Just like dogs...'

Niki stretched her legs gratefully, taking care not to show any sign of trying to stand.

Lucy and Nesta went upstairs to Lucy's day room. Despite her leg springs, Akira mounted the steps gracefully in the wake of her mistress, while Niki made the ascent in a less elegant scramble, trying not to press her spiked slippers to the ground. From the top the flight looked frighteningly steep. How would she get down again? She understood now why dogs sometimes stood at the top of a staircase looking apprehensive.

The day room, adjacent to Lucy's bedroom, was comfortably but simply furnished with three easy chairs, a low coffee table, a bookcase and a writing bureau. It was obviously intended to be a more intimate and private space than the ground floor reception room.

Lucy and Nesta took their seats. Akira crouched down beside her mistress with her head raised so Nesta could drape an arm over the side of the chair and idly stroke her. Niki copied her posture as she couched down beside Lucy, lying on her belly with her elbows tucked into her sides under her breasts, her forearms and paws together. Her legs were turned outward, crooked and splayed flat, so that the soles of her feet were pressed together. Most people would not have been able to rotate their hip joints so wide, but Niki was quite comfortable. She felt brief perverse gratitude to the Sisters of Saint Theow who had a few months earlier methodically bent, stretched and twisted her and April's bodies in their desire to create perfect bondmaids. It had been hideously painful, but it meant they could now adopt almost any slavish posture.

'At least she knows how to lay down properly,' Nesta conceded, looking at Niki with a critical eye.

Lucy laughed. 'Well I'm glad she can do one thing you approve of.' She patted Niki's head. Niki lolled her tongue and gazed lovingly up at her mistress, making her eyes as large and round as she could. Lucy laughed again and ruffled her hair. 'You see, Caroline is going to make a fine pet.' She frowned. 'Hmm... perhaps I should call her Carrie. Yes, that seems more of a pettish name. Here, Carrie! Fetch, Carrie! I can imagine calling that out in the park when I take her out for exercise.'

'Don't let her off the leash in public until you've got her well trained,' Nesta warned. 'Teach her how to behave indoors first, especially in bed. It's not hard. They're very grateful to be allowed to sleep in your bed and not in a basket so they try hard to please. It's so nice to have a soft warm body cuddled up against you and much more convenient than a hot water bottle.'

Lucy was blushing faintly. 'I'm not sure about having her actually being in my bed. I mean, it would be like sharing it with another woman...'

'She's not a woman, she's your pet!' Nesta reminded her. 'Really, Lucy, you must get this silly thinking out of your head. Bondmaids aren't like real people and once they've been made into a girlpet they're even more like animals, just like the pony girls you see pulling carriages. She's your property. She is here to please you in any way you wish... especially bodily.' She saw Lucy's blush was deepening and went on, 'It's perfectly natural and there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Even the church approves. Bondmaids have no shame so neither should you. Look... Akira: Onto the table face up and display!'

Akira scrambled to obey. She lay back on the polished wood, slid her arms between her slender thighs, hooked them under her knees and pulled her booted and sprung legs up to her chest and splayed them wide. The soft pale mound of her pubic pouch, its lips pinned together by the silver padlock, rose up between the taut twin swell of her delicate pink buttocks. The deep dark well of her anus stood out below her slot like the dot of an exclamation mark. Holding her posture with practiced ease, Akira turned her dark eyes expectantly to her mistress.

Nesta stood up, took a small key that hung on a ribbon by her cane and unlocked the silver padlock. Slipping the metal "U" from its fleshy mount she peeled Akira's labia wide, exposing a tiny, glistening coral pink valley within. Dipping a fingertip into the tight oily cleft, making Akira shiver, she brought it out shiny with her slave's exudation.

'See how wet she is?' she said to Lucy. 'They're like that all the time, like animals in heat. They enjoy this sort of thing. Now tell yours to tongue Akira's cunny slot. But you must order her properly!'

In anticipation Niki rose from her sprawl, sitting back on her heels and lifting her head up. She was the perfect picture of a bondmaid ready and eager to respond.

'Uh... Carrie... put your tongue in Akira's cunny!'

'Until she spends herself,' Nesta added.

'Until she spends herself!' Lucy confirmed.

Niki knelt down between Akira's spread thighs, letting her gaze pass over the lovely delicate hairless cleft mound offered so meekly just inches from her nose. She could smell the spicy scent of her arousal and felt her nipples growing harder.

She dipped her head and lapped, letting her tongue trail through the furrow, crossing the mouth of her vagina and up to the hard dark pink bud of her clit. Akira tasted clean and sweet but how she wished it could have been April's vagina. However instinct was taking over. Though they had never met until an hour ago they were both bondmaids and knew what was expected of them. She licked deeper, twirling her tongue. Akira lifted her hips and gave a tiny moan.

'Here, use my cane to make her try harder,' she heard Nesta say. 'It makes it more fun and gets her used to you disciplining her.'

Niki felt a slight sting across her buttocks and buried her face in the hot wet cleft under her.

'Harder than that, Lucy!' Nesta admonished. 'A light caning is nothing to them. It's like flicking a horse with a crop. They expect it. It gets their attention. They need the pain to perform at their best.'

Niki gasped as a hot line of pain burned into her bottom, accompanied by the crack of bamboo on flesh.

'That's better,' Nesta said. 'Now another across her cunny pout!'

Swish crack! The cane cut low across Niki's buttocks so that it kissed the puffy wet lips of her bare sex. A hot thrill surged through her. Her first punishment at the hands of her new owner...

Blinking back the tears Niki kept her face pressed into to Akira's sopping vulva, lapping and sucking for all she was worth. Akira was brimming over. Niki knew she did not need any additional stimulation to cum. How long had her pussy been padlocked? As for herself pain had become so closely associated with sex in Nethervale that the melding of the two had become a frighteningly normal sensation. Mingled with a large dose of humiliation and helplessness and it inevitably led to...

Akira bucked and came, spraying her juices across Niki's face and bouncing her hips in the table. At the same moment Niki felt the shiver of a modest orgasm course through her. For a few precious seconds it washed over her fears and longing for April, and all was perfect bliss. Savouring the brief sense of contentment she rested her cheek on the flesh pillow of Akira's groin and looked up at her mistress.

Lucy stood over her with the cane still in her hand. There was a look of wonder on her face as if she could not quite believe what she had done.

'You see what fun it is to play with them?' Nesta said to Lucy. 'Everybody does it and nobody cares because it doesn't count if it's with a slave. She's there whenever you want her, and she'll never complain. And she knows how to please even better than a man.' She pointed at Akira, whose eyes were fluttering dreamily as she made soft sighs of post-orgasmic delight. 'That could be you...'