Making Admissions

The fluid continued to fill her, slowly. Looking in the mirror, she saw that the bag was half inside her. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations, overwhelmed by the desire to open her mouth and suck Daniel and Allan's cocks.

Her eyes snapped open when the hairbrush made contact. The suddenness made her gasp, and in that instant her mouth was stuffed with Allan's cock as Beatrice squeezed the bag with a steady pressure at the same time she began pumping a squeeze ball to inflate the nozzle and hold all that fluid inside Elise.

Vincent delivered a rapid twenty blows to her left ass cheek while Daniel fucked Allan's cock in and out of her open mouth.

Elise was paralyzed with pain, with pleasure, with sensations, images, shards of thought, a dazzle that stunned her mind. Conroy was now laying down twenty strokes on her right ass cheek, Daniel's cock was in her mouth. She managed to raise her eyes and see Beatrice cruelly twisting both men's nipples. The head maid's words barely registered, but both men's hands were moving faster stroking the other's cock. Elise's mouth was empty, and then thick ropes of cum were spurting first from Allan's cock and then from Daniel's. Globs stuck to her cheeks, their asses squeezed tight around her hands and wrists. Her fingers were almost numb.

Then, Vincent's fingers were pressing into her pussy. First one, then two, then three. Four. Was that his thumb? Though nearly cross-eyed from the sensations pouring through her, Elise raised her head and saw Vincent's wrist disappear between her pussy lips. His fingers pressed against her cervix and she began to cum uncontrollably. Vincent responded by using the hairbrush to spank first one thigh and then the other. Beatrice was lifting the sticky gobs from her face and pushing them between Elise's lips. Her orgasm was a series of waves, rocking her hips back further onto Vincent's hand.

"Fuck me...oh, please, fuck me so good. I need it.

"See what a slut I am? I need to be punished."

Elise began crying as she heard what she was saying, crying as the words from her lips triggered another orgasm. Beatrice was feeding first Daniel and then Allan's softening cock back into her mouth, telling her to clean them completely. Vincent had put down the hairbrush and was using his bare hand to slap her ass cheeks again and again. An orgasm built on top of the other, and Elise felt herself lose control of her bladder as she lost consciousness in the swirls of pleasure that now overtook her...

Beatrice was whispering softly to her as she regained her senses. She'd been freed and gently carried into the water closet off Conroy's study. Now, the waspish head maid showed an unexpected mothering tenderness as she used a warm cloth on Elise's brow.

"That's it, girl. Come back to earth...."

Elise's eyes fluttered open. She saw the look of concern on Beatrice's face, but as the memory of what this mannish woman had done to her came swimming up, along with an accompanying sense of renewed arousal, Elise's attitude hardened.

"You beast."

Beatrice's thin smile in response aggravated her. The woman took hold of her left nipple and squeezed hard. Elise felt herself thrusting her breasts forward into the sensation as an electric heat passed through her clit. The head maid only chuckled softly.

"Of course I am...just as you are a wanton submissive slut whose deepest wish is to be a sexual slave and plaything."

The words scalded her mind. Elise felt the truth of them even as she rebelled against believing it. She had no time to think about it, though, as Daniel and Allan opened the door to the water closet and lifted her from the tub. They were now clothed, and they roughly handled her as they half carried and half dragged her back into the study. They forced her onto her knees and twisted her elbows to the small of her back before Allan snatched her head upward by pulling the hair on top of her head.

Their overpowering treatment left her shaking, her breathing ragged with what she barely allowed herself to acknowledge was arousal. As her eyes focused, she saw that Vincent was standing stretched naked and bound before the credenza. Pressing his hand between Vincent's shoulders and causing him to place his bound hands on the top of the credenza, Hal spoke.

"Vincent, two days ago I had to move Lord Conroy's dry cleaning from the corridor upstairs to his wardrobe. You know you are to take the Tuesday delivery. This sloppiness on your part is unacceptable."

Hal delivered his words with a dispassion and authority that clutched Elise's stomach. She had told Vincent that she would get that laundry. She had forgotten.

"Mr. Hal...it is not Vincent's fault. It is mine. I told him I would take care of it."

Hal turned on her with a scornful look.

"Then Vincent is the more to blame. The punishment I'm about to inflict properly belongs to you, but now Vincent will receive it. Knowing how lazy, careless, and forgetful you can be he was obligated to ensure that you fulfilled your promise."

Each word flayed her soul. The humiliation she felt was unbearable. It became worse as Hal pulled his arm back and unfurled a long, thumb-thick cane and laid a thick red stripe across Vincent's buttocks.

"Christ," hissed Vincent. His body quivered violently as he struggled to control his reaction. Elise saw his cock begin to harden. Suddenly, Hal struck again, delivering the blow to exactly the same spot. Vincent's hips jerked violently and a groan escaped his throat. Tears began forming in his eyes. Hal set down the cane and produced another of those long leather laces. He nodded to Daniel and Allen, who half-lifted Elise to bring her closer to where Vincent stood shaking. He began by placing a loop of the leather behind Vincent's testicles, and then began to tightly constrict his cock and balls. When he was finished, each testicle was prominently outlined by the dark leather, and Vincent's cock swelled and pulsed with a deepening purple. A long strand of pre-cum, at least half a foot long, hung from his extremely rigid cock.

Hal retrieved the cane, and without wasted motion landed a third blow on Vincent's flanks. Elise was spattered with the perspiration the cane drove from his skin. Close up, she could see his muscles knot and strain as the sensation radiated from the point of impact. He breathed in a gulp of air with an audible moan. It caused his cock to wobble.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth blows fell quickly. With the last, Vincent began to weep and curse softly under his breath. The strand of pre-cum now hung below his knees, betraying to Elise and the others exactly what effect Hal's cruel strokes were having.

Hal now took hold of Vincent's hips, roughly pulling his feet backward while his hands remained in place. He pressed the cane into the small of the punished man's back, forcing him to thrust his chest forward and arch his bottom outward. This done, Hal slowly marked his flesh with four more blows. Ten crimson stripes creased each of Vincent's ass cheeks and tears streamed from his eyes while beads of perspiration covered his entire body. His arousal was such that Elise could see a second bead of pre-cum rolling down the surface of the strand that now reached from the engorged helmet of his cock to a small pool of clear fluid on the polished wood.

"Hal," said Conroy, "if this was Elise you were punishing, what would you do?"

"I'd sodomize her, sir. Fill her rude and lazy little bottom with my semen."

"Then do it to Vincent."

Hal stared at Conroy for a moment, then looked at Elise. He made a slight nod.

Hal then took a step back and unfastened his pants. Lowering his briefs, he revealed his own hard cock. Its proportions matched Elise's whole forearm. Reaching through Vincent's legs, Hal spun the man's pre-cum around his forefinger. He then used its slick lubrication against Vincent's anus.

It was not much, but all the preparation that Vincent got. Hal pressed against his opening and then thrust forward, skewering the younger man on his whole length.

Vincent's knees nearly buckled with the force and sensation of Hal's assault. Hal was still for a moment as Vincent trembled and caught his breath. Then Hal began to fuck him with long, deep strokes. Vincent began to groan, slowly moving his hips in time with Hal's strokes. Hal reached a hand around Vincent's waist and began squeezing the head of his cock. He had only done this four times when Vincent began to spasm. His orgasm was long and incredibly intense.

His clutching and jerking caused Hal to begin coming as well.

Vincent's spunk jetted in thick dollops onto the floor of the study. Hal's poured into his bowels and trickled down the insides of his thighs. Elise could see its thickness contrasting with his perspiration. Hal quickly withdrew, the motion causing the other man to grunt. He turned to Beatrice.

"Have her clean it up," he said and then retreated into the water closet to clean up.

Conroy chuckled, "Neither Hal nor Vincent consider themselves gay or homosexual, Elise. That makes their humiliation and sexual excitement when they are made to engage in such activities even more acute."

Beatrice now took hold of her hair and pulled her to where she was kneeling between Vincent's legs.

"Lick it up, dear. First Hal, then Vincent's cum. All of it."

I can't, Elise thought to herself. Nonetheless, she felt her tongue slip between her lips and the sensation of her breasts touching the tops of Vincent's calves as she wrapped her hands around his thighs and began licking the sticky, salty fluid mixed with perspiration. She was gentle, and even kissed and lightly sucked upon the soft flesh of Vincent's inner thighs, strangely moved by what he had just gone through in her stead. She licked down his knees, and felt a new rush of humiliation as she lowered her face to the floor, suddenly feeling a brush of air against her tender nether lips as her pelvis tilted upward. I can't be doing this...

Yet, it was less than a minute later that she slowly raised to look up at Conroy, Vincent's cum glistening on her lips and chin from where she'd sucked it up off the floor, and found herself hoping that the lord would be satisfied with her work.

God..., she thought, maybe I am just what they say. Why else would my clit be throbbing at this moment, my pussy aching, and me feeling something like hope that he's going to do something to me? No, it can't be...

Conroy stood up with a slow deliberateness. He strolled from the chair where he'd been sitting, on the other side of Vincent's naked pose before the credenza, and stopped a pace away from Elise, looking down at her as she slowly lowered her eyes. Embarrassment crept over her as the cum dried upon her lips.

He smiled as he bent down. From behind his back he produced a slim silver collar and slipped it around her bare neck. She shuddered as he closed the clasp. She understood what it meant...a claim of ownership. She was frozen, unable to move.

To it, he attached a long silver chain. A leash. Her leash. Oh, no.

Conroy pulled on it gently, tugging her out of her stupor, and she began to crawl on hands and knees as he slowly backed away, leading her along.

The humiliation blossomed into an inferno, spreading across her chest and up her neck. Worse still, coiling downward between her legs and causing a flood of her juices to slick her thighs as she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor mirror.

He drew her over to the coffee table.

"Stand up."

She obeyed, almost admitting to herself the thrill his command gave her. Almost, but not yet. She summoned a shred of false dignity.

"I'd like to go Mr. Conroy. I don't care for any of this."

Conroy threw his head back in laughter.

"Be serious, Elise...Think a moment, just let yourself feel what your body is telling you. It is plain for all of us to see. Do you need proof?"

He nodded toward the recessed HDTV that was revealed as he pressed a small remote in his hand. The image and sound was her and her voice from a short while ago, as Vincent plumbed her and she sucked Allan and Daniel's cocks.

She turned her head away, the tears welling up from somewhere deep inside her chest and she could not escape the truth.

"See what a slut I am? I need to be punished." She had said it, had meant it, and now, finally, she was ready to admit it.

Conroy gave her no chance. Daniel, Allen, and Beatrice were taking hold of her and pulling her onto her back, lashing her to the low table. Her arms were bent at the elbows and her wrists tied to one pair of table legs. Her ankles, her calves, her knees and her thighs were bound and stretched open. Daniel had looped the velvet ropes above and below her bent knees and tied each ankle near the thigh, then crossed the ropes beneath the table top to keep her legs spread so that her crotch rested at its edge. Beatrice shoved a small cushion beneath her hips, raising her so that her slick and swollen pussy was prominently displayed.

Allan then brought from the dining cart an enormous phallus, nearly as thick as a soda can with a smooth head and textured shaft of ten inches. He handed it to Conroy. Daniel held in his hand a short riding crop, which he handed also to Conroy. Then, the three staff members stepped back and seated themselves on the divan. Vincent had recovered, replaced his trousers and shirt, and chose to stand behind the chair that Hal had silently slipped into.

"Elise, are you ready to admit your nature? Admit your errors? And promise to dedicate yourself to becoming better?"

"I am not."

The crop landed quickly and squarely atop her mound. She jerked hard within her bonds, blinded by the sting that shocked upward from her groin.

"I'd much rather be using my mouth there, right now, than this crop, Elise...but that would require you announcing a change in attitude."

She shook her head, unable to speak through the sensation. The crop struck in exactly the same place. Before she could process it, Conroy began working the phallus's head against her slit. It felt good, she pushed against the table to raise her hips toward it before she could think better of it. Conroy pressed the head into her opening. She felt it begin to stretch her, sliding centimeter by centimeter deeper inside her.

Conroy used it to tease her into raising her hips, then he smacked her clit with the crop. It made her shout and thrash her head back and forth.

"Ohh, please. God...that hurts so much."

Her voice in her own ears caused her to imagine how she must look just then. Her head spun with the intense shame, and in that shame poured through a level of arousal and longing beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

"I'm everything you've said I am." Hearing the words come from her mouth caused a new wave of humiliation, and liquefied her womb. "I'm a submissive pain slut, and I long for the kind of embarrassment you are giving me right now. Please, don't stop. Use me, master."

Conroy lashed her clit with the crop five times, then. Slow, measured blows with which he pushed and twisted the phallus inside her cunt. Elise was quaking on the verge of orgasm, then.

Conroy then lowered his mouth to her clit. Tenderly he sucked it into his mouth and lathed it with his tongue. Her orgasm exploded outward from her clit.

As she trembled, with every inch of the phallus buried deep inside her, Conroy spoke.

"That's right, Elise. I'm going to use you. You belong to me. You are a special, cherished, submissive slut and friend to all of us here. Now, I'll make you mine."

Conroy had freed his cock, more impressive even than Hal's. The phallus was, in fact, modeled upon it, though thicker. Now, Conroy pressed the head of his huge prick nudged against her anus. Her wetness had lubricated the opening, and Conroy pressed until the head slipped past her tight ring of flesh. The sensation triggered yet another orgasm. With it, she opened to him completely and he began plowing in and out of her back passage, the pressure pounding the phallus against her insides. Filled completely, her whole body shook and strained as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her.

Conroy took the crop and lightly lashed her breasts, as well, causing her to nearly levitate off the table. In that moment, she felt him come inside her. That triggered a final and mind-blowing orgasm. As she slipped once more from consciousness in surrender to the pleasure, she thought to herself "I'm home."