Making Admissions

"Let's see, Elise...you've been here five weeks. Am I right?"

Elise's eyes darted around the room, taking in the intent but impassive faces of her employer's personal staff. Mr. Hal, the steward, was to Lord Conroy's right. Beside him stood a handsome but older woman, Mistress Beatrice the head maid. On the lord's left were Allan the chauffer, Daniel the butler, and Vincent the man servant. Elise then looked down to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the movement throwing up into view the slightest hint of cleavage with each breath, and considered her own position as Master Conroy's private secretary. The heat began to rise in her cheeks.

"Elise?"

Startled, she looked up quickly.

"Yes, sir?"

She felt their disapproval, even though they did not show it. Conroy remained calm, even perhaps seemed a bit indulgent as some emotion flickered at the corners of his mouth before he spoke.

"I hired you five weeks ago, Elise, did I not?"

"You did, sir."

"At that time, did I not only make my expectations known to you but also then instruct Hal to elaborate the details?"

Elise's eyes fell back to the front of Conroy's credenza, studying the mahogany grain.

"It is as you say, my Lord."

"Wait outside the door, Elise."

His voice was cold, perfunctory. Her legs trembled as she backed the twelve steps to the jamb and pulled the door closed on the six of them. Five weeks she'd been his private secretary. She'd accepted the job, accepted the oddity of Mr. Conroy enacting upon his large estate, set on a Tennessee bluff above the Mississippi, an on going play of late-Victorian manners. It was like one of those public television series, except Mr. Conroy had real investments, real and important philanthropic interests, and no patience with foregoing modernity—electricity, indoor plumbing, gas heat, or telecommunications—except when it came to interpersonal relations.

As she had stood before the credenza, the evidence of her non-performance sat there in front of Conroy: the half-sorted mail and messages, the forty unopened emails, and yesterday's tea cup. It was just so hard to get up in the morning here in the country, and too easy to pull a volume from the shelves of his fabulous library and lose an hour.

Elise stewed in her growing distaste for her performance to date and was startled when the door to Conroy's study opened again.

She crept in. Dread reached through the satin of her corset, pulling her forward by the navel as her knees pushed the petticoats of her dress forward to within three paces of the credenza. She gave a small curtsy and looked up through her lowered brows to see that Mr. Conroy was alone behind his desk.

"Miss Helton... Elise, your performance to date has been terrible. Given your obvious talents, your performance is utterly inexcusable. Each of the persons behind you has formed the opinion that you are possessed of lazy and reprehensible work habits."

She noted now that the other members of his personal staff stood near the wall behind her, their hands clasped before them in watchfulness.

"No doubt, given that you are fully a woman and not a youth, you are set in your ways. That might be reason enough to fire you, Elise.

"It might be, except that, even despite how dreadfully and inadequately you've performed even the simplest of your duties, you've also managed to demonstrate great promise and some real moments of brilliance.

"On account of that potential hiding within you, Miss Helton, I'm going to knock you into new ways...if you agree."

Anger had risen within her at the sting and truth of his words. Elise let it take her, thinking that she could brazen her way past this upbraiding as she had always done before when called on substandard performance.

"I do not agree, sir, and I believe that I have put in the full number of hours expected of me this past five weeks."

Conroy was on his feet, around the corner of the desk, and clutching the hair at her neck in his fist as her mouth closed upon the final consonant. Before she knew what had happened, she was toppled with her waist across his knees and Daniel and Allan holding her wrists outstretched in front of her. Just as she thought to kick, she felt Hal and Vincent firmly grip her ankles and pull her legs apart.

"What the fuck? You can't do this to me, Mr. Conroy!"

His fingers twisted in her hair as she felt the weight of his chest press onto her shoulder blades and crush her breasts against the side of his leg as he leaned to whisper in her ear.

"My dear, in fact I can. It is in your contract. It says that recognizing the complicated nature of the responsibilities of a private secretary, you acknowledge the likelihood that upon occasion you may be corrected for shortcomings in your work."

"I had nothing like this in mind!"

"I did."

"How dare you!"

Conroy enraged her more by only chuckling as he said, "look in that mirror."

She turned her head to see Beatrice wheeling a full-length mirror into position so that Elise could see herself stretched over Conroy's lap, her face reddened as she struggled to free her arms and legs from the men's grip. Beatrice moved to her, grasping the back of her dress and ripping the buttons open to expose the laces of the corset and the top of her bikini panties.

"Damn it!" she screamed as Beatrice gathered her shoulders and tore the pale green dress from the waist to the hem. The mirror showed Elise that she looked like a rough-handled head of lettuce, her petticoats revealed as a wad about her knees.

Conroy's hand came down hard onto her bare thigh. The sting lit up the inside of her skull as she heard herself wail, "you can't!" He was. She pushed her eyes open and watched his open palm sweep onto the other thigh, gasping as she watched the imprint of his fingers blossom red on her flesh.

"Shit!"

"Elise, you'll hold you tongue and stop using such words. If you do not, I will double the number and severity of the blows I intend for this spanking."

Incredibly, his words and the tone of his voice combined with the radiating sting to send a wave of wetness surging through her pussy. How could that be?

"I cannot begin to explain to you how disappointed I am in you, Elise. How lazy, undisciplined, willful, rude, and bad-mannered you've shown you can be. For each of these five traits I shall punish you. Not only me, but with the assistance of each of these five fellow staff members will assist."

Tears of humiliation filled her eyes. What humiliated her most was the secret throbbing of her clit, which had grown more insistent with each word from Lord Conroy's mouth. Inside her head she asked God, what kind of slut am I? Conroy firmly turned her head toward the mirror and growled softly, "watch." His hand poured on a dozen blows to the cheeks of her ass. She watched them grow redder and redder as her pussy began to swim, and it wasn't until he stopped that she saw herself wriggling her hips up and down in an attempt to grind herself on his thigh. The sight made her whimper.

"Look at yourself, Elise. Its obvious to all of us: you are enjoying this."

"Yes," said Beatrice, "Elise, I think you are a sexually submissive pain slut who has behaved badly her whole life with the hope of being harshly disciplined."

The words stung. Elise shook her head and buried her face against her stretched arm. Conroy landed another dozen blows in slow succession. As he did so, Elise could feel herself drenching with wetness. Her body was betraying her, delighting in this treatment and these sensations. A small voice was whispering inside her head, more...more.

"Let me go. You are all sick. Fuck you."

Surprisingly, Conroy and the others let her stand up, though Daniel and Allan still held her arms behind her. Hal stood in front of her and placing his fingertips inside her corset freed her breasts so they spilled over the top. Looking her in the eye, he used the back of his hand to quickly and severely slap each nipple. Elise's knees buckled and her womb convulsed in orgasm. What the fuck? Was she really that perverted? She tried to hold her composure while the sensation rocked through her. Maybe they'd think she'd just chosen to hold in a cry of pain.

Maybe, except that a spray of cum had loosed from her pussy into her panties and now trickled in rivulets down the insides of her thighs while the ruins of her dress lay about her ankles.

Hal, Beatrice, Daniel, Allan, and Vincent stared and their eyes pulled hers downward to look at the evidence. Each was an experienced eye and had seen and heard in Elise all that they were revealing to her in these moments. This was what she had always wanted, always needed, and these were the friends who had until now been missing from her existence. People who shared her character, who were also the kind of person that gained sexual fulfillment by being disciplined and feeling dominated.

"I'm leaving. I quit. I don't want to be here."

Conroy removed his suit jacket, then slowly un-cuffed and began rolling his sleeves. Hal fiercely took hold of her nipples and pulled her down onto her knees while Daniel and Allan raised her arms above her head. Vincent had unbuttoned the front of Beatrice's black uniform and bared her breasts, and thus at the same time grabbed her by the nipples and likewise forced her onto her knees. Beatrice willingly held her arms above her head and revealed that her nipples were pierced by two thick white gold hoops. Elise could see the arousal in her eyes.

"Its time for your second punishment, Elise," said Conroy.

"I don't think so."

"I do. Tell me, Elise, have you ever come that hard before?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Conroy nodded. Hal pulled two twelve foot lengths of leather lacing from his vest pocket. He handed one to Vincent. The men began to tightly bind the two women's breasts, winding the leather first around one boob and then the other and then finishing so that the lacing wrapped behind their necks and pulled their tits up and thrust them outward.

Daniel held her by the wrists while Allan pulled four long bars with cuffs on each end from a drawer within the wall of the study. Elise and Beatrice's arms were stretched apart over their heads and each had her wrists placed in the cuffs of a long bar with a loop in the center. Hal took hold of each bar and pulled the women to their feet. Vincent lowered two velvet theater ropes from a recess in the ceiling while Daniel and Allan worked together in shackling first Beatrice then Elise's ankles with the second pair of bars. As Vincent directed the two men in snapping the ropes onto the wrist bars and drawing the women up onto the balls of their feet, lord Conroy coolly watched.

Elise trembled. Not with fear, but with an excitement she dared not admit to herself. She was on fire with humiliation, being put on display like this, but her breasts and cunt were buzzing with an intensity of sensation of which she'd never even dreamed.

Now Hal caused her head to snap down to look at her breasts as he attached two cruel clamps to her swelled nipples. On each was a chain that ended with a two inch metal bar. These he pulled taut and pushed through the hoops decorating Beatrice's breasts. Thus, the two women were attached to each other by their nipples, standing on the balls of their feet as they hung bound and suspended by their arms.

Vincent handed a rattan cane to Hal and another to lord Conroy. Elaborately, the two men stood to the left of the women, Conroy beside Elise and Hal next to Beatrice. Hal bowed to Conroy, then each took a step away and swung their canes onto the thighs of the two women just at the crease of the buttocks. Their first cries were echoed by second and third ones as their jumping at the lash of the cane caused them to tug hard on one another's bound breasts. The men repeated their blows four more times. With the last, Beatrice began to come wildly, and each spasm that wracked her was transmitted to Elise through the clamps on her nipples.

Elise was covered in perspiration, her muscles quaking, an orgasm seemingly building from the roots of her hair. Her panties were now soaked from the waistband to the crotch. She nearly fainted when Conroy cut them away with a pen knife. Orgasm took her, finally, when he brought the cane down sharply just above her nipples. It was so intense that she did nearly lose consciousness. When her head cleared, she saw Beatrice was completely naked and standing with her legs free, though her hands remained bound. Beatrice was leaning backwards, rhythmically tugging at Elise's breasts using the chains that bound them together.

Vincent lowered Beatrice's arms, freed her wrists, and cut the leather lacing from first her breasts and then Elise's. The head maid took a step forward, made the chains slack, and then freed herself from them. She raised her hands to Elise's breasts, cupped them, and then snatched off the clamps.

Elise wailed. She gasped, then, as she felt Beatrice cup her mound and search out her clit with thumb and forefinger.

"Elise, what do you know about anal play?" asked Beatrice.

"I don't know anything. I don't want to know anything. I want to leave."

"But, Miss Helton, you've had two orgasms and right now I can feel your pussy sucking my fingers in."

It was true. Elise was pushing her hips forward and trying to pull the head maid's fingers into her twat. Tears formed in Elise's eyes. The blush covered her bosom and caused the welt of the cane to stand out in white contrast as she looked at Conroy.

"Master. Master Conroy. Please, my Lord. I want to go."

"I don't believe you, Elise. I don't think you believe you. Isn't it obvious to you how much you want and need exactly what you are getting? What you are going to get?"

She shook her head. In the back of her mind, there was a voice shouting "yes, Master, yes." Her hips rolled her clit against Beatrice's thumb.

"Sir," said Beatrice, "it has come to my attention that Daniel and Allan have each been negligent in duties directly affecting my own. Since my own deficiencies have been corrected by Mr. Hal, I request permission to make use of Miss Helton in punishing the two gentlemen."

"Of course, Mistress Beatrice. Do as you think best."

Twisting Elise's clit, Beatrice smiled and gave Conroy a curtsy. Nodding to Vincent and Hal to prepare Elise, she commanded Daniel and Allan to strip. They moved rapidly in compliance.

Freeing Elise's wrists and ankles, the two men forcibly met her continued struggling and dragged her onto the back of the couch. Controlling her with a firm grip on her head, sharp words, and even sharper slaps and pinches to the insides of her thighs and undersides of her breasts, they arranged her so she balanced at the waist over the back of the overstuffed leather divan. Vincent had unlaced and removed her corset to let her breasts hang free while Hal adjusted her knees on the cushions and then tied first her thighs and then her ankles apart. Vincent then took two clamps weighted with button bells and attached them to her tender and swollen nipples. Her humiliation flared again, almost beyond bearing, when Hal took a third such clamp and snapped it onto her clit. When he did, she groaned a "thank you, sir" that they could not have missed. She was losing control. What was happening to her?

They had placed her so that if she raised her head she could see behind her through a mirror on the wall. She did so now, and saw Beatrice rolling out a dining cart with a huge covered platter. Beatrice then moved the floor mirror to a vantage point where Elise could see her own backside in the double reflections, and afterward removed the cover from the platter. Daniel and Allan stood stock still, having to wonder what the head maid intended for them.

Hal took a seat on the arm of the divan, bemusedly watching Beatrice as she submissively whispered her intentions to Conroy and he nodded his grinning approval as he sat, relaxed in the overstuffed chair beside the floor mirror. In the mirrors, Elise caught her slipping a wooden hairbrush into Vincent's hand. Then, Beatrice stepped toward Elise and rested her hand on the woman's welted bottom. Elise secretly thrilled to the touch, the blush about her throat and darkening of her labia giving away her excitement.

"You will be one of my instruments of punishment, dear," said the head maid as she tapped the button bell between Elise's thighs and made her whimper.

Picking up two pair of vinyl surgical gloves and a jar of lubricant from the dining cart, Beatrice made her way around the divan. Elise felt separated from her body as she watched the head maid slip the gloves onto her hands and then began coating them with lubricant.

"Daniel, Allan: come here!" commanded Beatrice. The two men obeyed the silver-haired maid. Kneeling beside Elise's left shoulder, she directed the two men to each straddle one of Elise's forearms. Daniel was on her left, Allan on her right. Both men's naked waists were at eye-level, and Elise now confronted their hard, thick-veined pricks wobbling just inches from her face and slick with drops of pre-cum glistening on their cock-heads. Beatrice took Elise's left wrist in both hands and began guiding her fingers behind Daniel's heavy balls.

"That's it, press the tip of your finger against his anus...right there. Good girl. Now, work it into him." Elise felt Daniel squirm, saw the head of his cock throb and swell, and felt him open to her. Her finger slipped inside him. The head maid's voice was in her ear, "that's it, now the next finger." Joint by joint, Elise introduced finger after finger inside Daniel's behind, and then Beatrice was guiding her thumb in as well. It then dawned on Elise that the head maid intended for Elise to have a hand all the way inside each of these men as she felt Daniel stretched around her wrist. Beatrice was now coaching her to do the same to Allan with her right. Enthralled, excited, nearly out of her mind with a feeling of lust and power as she stared at the two steel hard cocks just inches in front of her, Elise pressed her hand into Allan and thrilled as he grunted and shifted to accept her hand inside him.

Beatrice now stood and walked back to the cart. She took a large syringe filled with lubricant and pressed it against Elise's own rosebud. The head maid squeezed a large dollop of lube onto Elise's anus, which the bound woman watched through the mirrors. Next, the head maid picked up a large black enema nozzle and began pressing its thick tip against Elise's ass. She felt herself being stretched, felt herself pressing back, stretching more, then finally feeling the nozzle slip past that ring of flesh and begin sliding through her back passage. Finally, she willed her eyes open and saw through the mirrors that the thing was lodged completely in her with only its flared base protruding from between her cheeks.

"Now, boys, reach over and grab each other's cocks. That's right. Keep stroking, but don't you dare come until I tell you to shoot your loads all over Elise's face. How's this feel, Elise?"

"I want it out."

"Is that why your hips are moving, Elise? Why that little bell on your clit is tinkling?"

The shame burned. Beatrice was right. Elise could see herself as well as hear the bell, now that the head maid pointed it out. What a slut I am. What a nasty, perverted little slut to be excited by this humiliation and violation. Now what's she doing? She's attaching the enema bag!

The fluid was warm. Beatrice was methodical, massaging the bag with the same rhythm the two men were using to stroke each other's cock there in front of Elise's face. Elise could smell their pre-cum, watching the sticky strands drip and hang like elastic icicles for just a moment before dripping onto the polished wood floor. She wiggled her closed fingers inside them and delighted as they moaned and bucked their hips forward. Their cock-heads touched her cheeks, brushed against her lips. They took turns rubbing the other's cock against her face.