Elise Ch. 02

'The mistress will return very soon,' said Tina, 'and the cook will have dinner ready in an hour. The mistress will expect you to dress for dinner.' She looked askance at our travelling apparel of jeans and sweaters as she spoke, and indicated the closet as she left us.

'Well, that's telling us, isn't it?' said Judith, 'I wonder what else the mistress expects.'

Remembering her eyes, and her all-round elegance, I said, 'Whatever she wants, I don't think I'll mind.'

We took a look at the closet. 'All that lot look like nighties,' said Judith, indicating a row of filmy-looking garments that occupied about a third of the long rack. Alex must have realised we were almost precisely the same size, because there was no indication as to which clothes were for each of us, but when I looked down at the shoes, I saw that she had, indeed, paid attention to detail, because there were two separate rows, one containing slightly larger sizes – which must have been for me.

We found long evening gowns which seemed appropriate enough, Judith's a bottle-green velvet with a scooped neck, which suited her lovely auburn hair, and mine a white lace, under which I wore a white silk slip. Other than that, neither of us wore any underwear, having failed to find any in any of the drawers.

We went down to dinner at the appointed time, to find Alex smiling as she waited for us beside a table laden with drinks. She was wearing what appeared to be a severe black gown, with high neck and long sleeves, but when she turned around to pour out drinks, I saw that the dress was entirely and startlingly backless, revealing the start of the crack between her buttocks.

'Please be seated,' she said, strangely formal, 'I'd like to say a few things to you before we dine, just to get us off on the right footing.'

We sat down, and she passed us each a glass of very dry sherry.

'I am a lover of ritual,' she began, 'And I shall expect you to conform. After tonight, you will always come down to dinner in one of the gowns that Tina will show you.' She broke off and looked around. 'Tina!' The girl came tottering in on her high heels.

'Si, Senhora?'

Alex spoke to her in rapid Portuguese, and she clicked off in those heels, her buttocks swaying prettily under the tiny skirt. In seconds she was back, and handed a vanity-case to her mistress.

Alex opened it, and took out two broad, silver collars, not unlike the ones we had worn at la Abadía, and two heavy lengths of chain two feet long, each of which ended in a much finer chain about eight inches long.

'These are for your waists,' she said, 'And I expect you to wear them each evening, as well as your collars. Tomorrow I shall take you into town to have you further decorated, to my taste.' She paused to let this sink in, and I couldn't bring myself to ask what form this 'decoration' would take.

'Oh,' she said, 'Just one more thing. Whenever we go into town, I expect you to dress in a certain manner.'

She obviously noted my raised eyebrows. 'I favour restraint clothing, and you will wear extremely tight skirts, and corsetted tops, as well, of course, as heels, which, I think, go without saying.' She smiled. 'Now please ask me if there's anything you wish to know.'

Judith didn't seem to have anything to say. I simply said, 'You promised at the Abadía that you would whip me, Miss Alex.'

'And so I shall, my dear, and so I shall. But let's sit down to eat now, shall we, I'm ravenous.'

Rob was already waiting by the table, which seemed to be groaning with delicious food, and the conversation was bright and normal as we ate.

No sooner had we taken coffee, however, than Alex's mood seemed to undergo a sudden change. Briskly, she said, 'Elise, if you wish to be whipped, please go through the green door over there, and undress.' She indicated a door at the far end of the big dining room, and I got up obediently and went over to it, giving a little backward glance as I opened it and walked through into a big room, entirely walled with mirrors. Two-thirds of the floor was covered by what appeared to be a continuous mattress, upholstered in some silky material, and upon which were scattered a number of cushions and pillows of various sizes. There was also a couch. Looking up, I noticed chains suspended from stout rings let into ceiling beams, just like those I had been accustomed to at the Abadía.

The purpose of the room was abundantly clear.

'Still not undressed?' A harsh voice demanded, and I saw that Alex had entered, so I pulled down the zipper of my gown, and was left standing in just my heels and white silk slip.

'Oh, very demure!' said Alex, scornfully, 'What have we here, a vestal virgin? They used to sacrifice them, you know!'

She literally tore the slip from me, as Judith and Rob came in behind her, and I saw that Tina was stood in the doorway behindthem.

Alex turned to Tina and said something in Portuguese, and the maid went off, to return seconds later and hand her mistress a cruel-looking riding crop, long and slender, made of fine leather, with a six-inch, knotted, flexible extension which I eyed with some apprehension, knowing that it would be that which would cause the most pain. Whilst I was eying the brutal instrument, Judith and Rob had both undressed, leaving Alex, still fully dressed, in her severe black, somehow obviously dominant. Now she did something I found bizarre, walking up to her son, and quite deliberately, whilst watching his face, stroking his balls with her long, beautifully manicured fingers. Then she stoked his rapidly-growing penis, drawing a gasp from him.

'Oh, Mum,' he murmured.

'Yes, son, I know,' she said, softly, 'Come!'

She led him, stepping softly on the mattress, to the couch, and I was surprised when when she had him hook his long legs over the back of the couch so that he was basically upside-down, his engorged cock still almost completely erect. Alex then took Judith by the hand and had her lay down on her back, legs apart, straddling Rob's face, so that he could lap her perfectly. Then she bunched up her dress, and squatted down on Judith's face, so that Judith, in turn, could access her own pussy. To complete the tableau, it remained, I could now see, for me to take up a kneeling position, knees either side of my friend, from where I could easily take Rob's throbbing member into my mouth. Meanwhile, Tina handed the crop to Alex, and, as I first licked the drops of pre-cum from her son's crown, so she brought the crop whistling through the air to land with a loud 'thwack' across my pale flesh. It stung terribly, but I rounded my lips and slid his whole length, now as rigid as a tentpole, deep into my throat, sucking him hard and grazing down the length of his shaft with my tongue-stud, which I knew would drive him wild. The awful crop struck with vicious force, again and again, and I used its rhythm to synchronise my sliding, sucking motion, as Rob groaned, his own tongue buried deep in Judith's wet cunt, while Judith, for her part, was sampling Alex's juices, flowing, no doubt, as she enjoyed inflicting the pain on me. The pain was awful, and mingled, slowly but surely, as ever, with a swelling intense feeling of complete and utter ecstasy, which I felt sure Rob could see in my eyes as I sucked his rigid, pulsing cock.

I couldn't have said who came first, but I know that mine was the only unattended pussy, and I had the grandmother of all orgasms, just before Rob shot an enormous load of hot, creamy jizz straight down my throat.

After we had cleaned up, with Tina's help, we all went back to the dining room and had a quiet drink, then Alex stood up and said, 'Thoughtless of me, but you girls have had an awfully long day – why don't you go off to bed?' Then to her son, 'Come on darling, I think we need to turn in too.'

'Good night, Miss Alex,' I said, 'And thank you.'

As Judith and I went up to bed, we saw Rob caressing his mother's breasts. 'It's going to be interesting here,' said Judith, as we curled up together, and she eased lotion into my wounded back.

We were both awake early, our inner clocks not adjusting to the time-change, so it was no problem that Tina came knocking at 7.30, and announced breakfast.

'While you are having breakfast,' she said, 'I will lay out your clothes for the morning.'

We went down clad in just our thin robes – the house was tropically-heated – and had a hearty breakfast alone in the huge dining room – the cook, a chubby and cheerful black girl, said that the mistress had already had hers, and was getting ready. We took this to mean that we shouldn't linger over our own preparation.

Back in our rooms, Tina was hovering. 'I'll help you with your corsets,' she said, and I soon saw why. The stiff, whaleboned, black garment was tight even when just buttoned down the front, but then had to be laced up in the back, agonisingly tight, constricting my waist so that it could be spanned by two large hands. My breasts were pushed up so that my nipples were angled upwards, and were perched above the frilled top of the corset. Below, it was arched high above my buttocks, but had no garter-straps. When I asked Tina about that, she said, 'You cannot wear garters under this skirt.'

After I had rolled on a pair of long black, seamed hold-ups, she handed me a pencil skirt, black satin, so tight it had to have a full-length zipper up the back. It came just below my knees, and at the hem was a broad band of leather, to prevent the material from tearing. It was incredibly tight around my legs, but when I put on the translucent chiffon blouse, which offered a vague view of my nipples, I felt just amazingly sexy, a feeling heightened still more when I stepped into the steel-heeled black stilettos Tina passed to me.

Judith was similarly attired, and we looked like the pair of pain-sluts we really were, as we made our way carefully downstairs – no easy matter in those skirts and heels.

Alex was waiting for us.

We all got into the big car and chatted amiably about the coming spring, which was evident in the blossom starting to show on some trees – I had no idea what they were – then we joined a busy highway and eventually pulled intoo a big parking lot near some high-rise blocks.

As we rode up in what I came to learn was called an 'elevator' here, Alex said, 'This is where I am going to have you both attended to, girls.'

I had no idea what to expect and knew better than to ask, as we were shown into a very nice modern waiting room which gave no clue as to the nature of the business carried out there.

After perhaps ten minutes, a pretty young black girl in a white lab coat came out to us and said, 'We're ready for you now.'

'Both of us together?' Judith and I chorussed.

'Sure,' she said, and we all trooped into a large room which looked like a clinic, with three or four chairs like dentists' and lots of trolleys with gleaming stainless instruments and containers.

'But as you know, we've both been pierced already,' I said to Alex, thinking that was the purpose of the establishment.

'Yes, darling, but not sufficiently,' she said, 'I am going to have your nipples done, then we're going to see about your nails. This place is very exclusive, and they do have a wide range of talent.'

Somehow I had always been a little scared of the idea of having my nipples pierced. Although they had been subjected to clamps on many occasions, they were very sensitive, and I was quite nervous now as I was shown to a chair and told to take off my blouse. I now saw why we had been given corsets to wear that left our nipples exposed.

'Aren't you going to use a local anaesthetic?' I asked, as a different young woman, also black, but older, stepped up and studied my nipples, then pulled at one of them gently and reached immediately for a piercing tool, which I recognised from earlier experiences.

'Oh no,' she said, 'Your Mistress said we were not to use that.' I looked behind her and saw that Alex was smirking as she watched, presumably enjoying our discomfort, as Judith was being similarly treated a few feet away.

Sure enough, the pain, though brief, was excruciating, as the woman pulled out each nipple in turn and penetrated them with the cruel spike, then inserted a silver bar. To each of these she attached a silver semicircular loop, from which hung a little cage containing a gemstone, and a little silver ring.

As I recovered from the pain and shock of the experience, Alex came and took a mirror from the woman, holding it for me to look. I had to admit they looked charming.

'But what is the little ring for?' I asked, touching it.

'I thought that sometimes it may be amusing to attach chains from them to your sweet pussy,' she said.

It was with much less trepidation that I went over to the other side of the room to where my false fingernails were to be applied. But when I saw the new nails I was to have I was more concerned. I know that comfort is not a consideration where beauty is concerned, and shouldn't have been surprised at the extremely long, black-laquered nails that I was to have fixed in place, nor at the dangling little jewelled star, that was to depend from my right little finger.

'There,' said Alex, as we left, Judith and I similarly adorned, 'You are both even sexier now.'

I felt as if I was being exhibited, as we went around various shops, and I was acutely conscious of my sore nipples, their glinting new decorations surely visible through the thin chiffon of my blouse.

Alex took us to a chic restaurant for lunch, and laughed as Judith and I had difficulty sitting down on the hardbacked chairs, in our extra-tight skirts. The handsome and solicitous waiter got a good eyeful of my breasts each time he came to the table, and to my horror, as we reached the sweet course, Alex pulled him over by his wrist and said, 'You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?'

'Er.....em....ma'am, I hardly think......' he began.

'Oh come on, of course you would, you've had your eyes on her breasts all through our meal.'

Judith seemed to be having a coughing fit.

The waiter had blushed deep pink and was trying to get away, but Alex passed him a card. 'She belongs to me,' she said, 'If you come to my house on Friday night, when I am having a party, I may let you, or maybe not. Be there at eleven.' She reached into her bag and handed him a little card.

I was aghast, and when the waiter had gone, Alex could see my reaction. She smiled.

'You were happy to come here to me, weren't you, Elise?'

'Yes, of course, but.........'

'But you must realise that belonging to me means just that – for both of you' - she glanced at Judith, who had also been shocked by the encounter with the waiter – 'And I may well see fit to loan you to someone else, if it takes my fancy. Now, let's hear nothing more of that, and enjoy the rest of our day, shall we?'

We spent a couple of hours more in the city, during which Alex bought several items of expensive jewellery, and had us try on shoes at two specialist shops which seemed only to stock exaggeratedly high heels. All the time, we attracted the attention of shop assistants and public alike, as we walked around, the three of us, the supremely elegant Alex, with her two handmaidens in quite obviously restraint gear, our skirts so tight we could only take tiny paces, our corsets constricting our waists so that we had hour-glass shapes. Above all, I was acutely aware still of my newly decorated nipples, and when Alex left us to go to the toilet, Judith told me she felt the same.

When at last we got back to the house, Tina was waiting to relieve us of our packages, but we could neither of us scarcely wait to get out of our clothes and slip into our robes for an hour or so, before it was time to get ready for dinner. Just the same, something about the day's happenings had its effect upon me, and I soon learned that Judith, too, was feeling horny. We lay down together, relieved of our restrictive gear, with just the faint rustle of our silk robes as we fondled each other lovingly. In no time, we were in our favourite '69' position, tongues working in our respective slits, lapping, delving, flicking at studded clits, then plunging deep into hot, wet, vaginas, as we brought each other to the beautiful, simultaneous orgasms that only two expert lesbian lovers can achieve.

We lay together, sated, happy, until Tina came and knocked on our door. We made no aattempt to cover our togetherness, and I thought Tina looked at us a little strangely. Jealous? Maybe.

'It is time you be dressed for dinner,' she said, in her halting English, and went into our closet. She was soon back with a filmy garment draped over each arm. She laid them across the foot of my bed, and said, 'First you shower, then I put you jewels.

I looked at Judith, and said, 'You shower?' She laughed, and skipped off into the bathroom. I followed, and we soaped each other tenderly, noticing, really for the first time, the inconvenience of the dangling ornaments and the extra-long nails they hung from.

'Tina's going to "put you jewels,"' I said, and Judith started to giggle, but then we both realised that the maid was standing in the doorway, watching us.

As soon as we had dried off, Tina asked us where our collars and chains were, and we each produced them from our bedside drawers. As she helped us put my chain in place, I couldn't help noticing that her hands strayed around my buttocks. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, and I smiled at the pretty Hispanic girl, then held my hair out of the way while she fixed my collar. Next she delved in a vanity case she had brought with her, and produced more items. For me there were three triple gold chains, about three inches long, with a gold clip where they joined. These she deftly attached, one to each of the rings so recently fitted to my nipples, then she motioned that I should open my legs, and, with trembling hands, clipped the third identical dangler to my clit ring. I reached down and briefly held her hand, pushing it gently into my still-damp crack, and she looked up at me adoringly, as I smiled down at her.

'You'll make me jealous, darling,' said the watching Judith, but she wasn't at all serious, I knew, and was almost equally nice to Tina as she herself was fitted, first with chain and collar, and then with three pendant ornaments, different from mine – hers consisting of little chains of silver balls.

We were then handed our gowns. Light as feathers, they were identical simple shifts, midnight blue in colour, with a silken sheen, and totally transparent, with wide, voluminous sleeves, falling from a gathered neckline to the floor, where we each of us would trail behind us a small train, even after we had stood into our five-inch stilettos.

As the silky material whispered down over my body, I felt the incredible sensual sensation that looking at myself in the long mirror only heightened. The decorations I had been given to wear were all completely visible, and when I looked at my companion, I said, 'Christ, Judith, you look good enough to eat.'

'Do you get the feeling we are the first course?' she said.

'The main course, I hope,' I replied.

Dinner was ready when we got down to the dining room, swishing along, holding our skirts like some heroines of old, me feeling very aware of my newly decorated nipples, and the matching dangler between my legs. But Alex and Rob were there, sat up to the table, and motioned to us to sit opposite. Supremely elegant in a long black velvet gown, Alex was the perfect hostess. I couldn't be sure, but I thought that her hand was in her son's crotch more than once during the meal, which was served, in leisurely fashion, by Tina. Rob lost no opportunity to put his hand up her tiny skirt whenever she was serving him, and she smiled nicely at him whenever this happened.