My Lady · Part 2 (2/2)
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I drive the van up the long sweeping drive up to the big house. The long manicured lawns stretch both sides of the smooth road. Passing through the stone gates I wave at the two lads digging in the large vegetable garden at the rear of the house where all the cars and vans are parked.
I love this Morris van, m'lord never skimps on his fleet and it goes well. I nod at the old rough looking bloke wandering down the path from the estate cottages. “Afternoon Tom.”
His grin is huge, showing not many teeth. “It's Stan wi’ me Van!” he laughed.
I doff my cap and drop one of my arms with a flourish. “Your carriage awaits, my good game keeper!”
He laughs. “Ya daft bugger! My lord asks if you can meet him at the old ice house. My lady's wandered down there to see what he is planning. We think it's more food storage if that bastard Hitler gets his way.”
“Do you like the lady, is she fair Tom?”
“She is lovely, my lad! Why do you ask?”
“She came in the garage last week to ask a favour for the lord, that's all.”
“One of his bloody cars I bet!” he laughs. I nod. “The ice house is down the track behind those trees.”
I wander down the winding track down the hill towards a grass covered mound. There are two saddled horses grazing around the entrance which is a set of steps surrounded by a brick doorway. Going down into the earth.
I turn and look across the valley, the village looks great in the low sunshine.
“My lord, is it okay to come down?” I shout into the entrance.
“Oh course you can Stan,” his big booming voice echoes up the brick stairwell.
I wander down the stairs, passing the big iron gate at the top of the stairs down to a thick oak door which was open. The large oval room was about 25 feet long, brick-lined and well built. In the old days it was rammed with packed snow in winter and cold water was then poured in between the blocks of snow. This set it into ice and with the door closed it lasted most of summer. This was so the house had ice all year round, there was some shelving at the door end so meat and things could be left to stay fresh. Clever idea, if you had the staff and the money. And the lord of the manor had lots.
My lady is standing naked facing her husband. Her long dark hair is tied in a long braid that hangs down her back touching the top of her arse cheeks, he towers above her, she is about 5 foot 2 inches of female loveliness.
A steel collar, thick and heavy looking, locked around her neck shows either side of her braid.
Her wrists are folded up behind her and attached to the collar between her shoulder blades in matching steel cuffs by a short length of chain. My first thought was: this must be uncomfortable for her.
My lord smiled at me “Ha Good afternoon Stan, it's a grand day isn't it!”
More of a statement than a question I thought. “My lord, my lady,” I reply.
She keeps her back to me, but says “Mr Robson I am so glad you have come. I do hope it's good news for us all!” There was an element of hope in her voice. I look her husband in the eye.
“Aye, my Lady, it is. I will help you with your interests!” he smiles his approval.
“Thank you Stan!” He holds out his hand and I walk over to shake his.
“I am just getting my wife ready for my week down in London. Lots of votes on things you know!” he smiled.
“Can you help me with this? I just cannot get it to close on my own.” He reaches on to the table behind him and picks up a thick steel band with odd looking ends.
I look at it, and guess it's a belt for her waist. But it has no hinge so it must be prised apart for it to fit round her.
“It should fit but it's a two man job I think!” he smiles at me and continues, “I had it made last week for Emily as she wanted to be a wench in a jail clapped in irons!” He grins and strokes his wife's face.
He holds it in front of her and she steps into the slightly opened circle and he lifts it up as far as her thigh tops.
I move to her left side and he and I prise the metal open, easing it up and over her buttocks to the middle of her waist and gently let it close; the ends click loudly as it meets in the middle indenting the soft flesh of her belly.
It's not going to slip down, it's acting like a very thin corset.
“Nice workmanship, My lord,” I say as Emily breathes in a little, to settle it, and I realise she must be feeling the tightness as her face is flushed.
He inserts an odd shaped key and it's locked in place. He returns to the table which contains a lot more iron work. And I wonder if he is going to fit it all.
Bending down, he fits her with a pair of leg irons with a six-inch chain between them, locking them on with his key.
She turns so I can look at her naked chained form and smiles. “I don't think I can offer you much resistance Mr Robson.”
“Oh my dear, I haven't finished yet,” he smiles and picks up another pair of manacles. I wonder where they are going as I couldn't see her going anywhere fast.
He stands in front of her. “Stan, can you take hold of her right nipple and pull on it, hard, please?”
I look at her and she nods her permission. I take hold between my thumb and forefinger and pull the hard bud. Her breast stretches and elongates and I watch him place the manacle around the base of her breast nestling up to her breast bone clicking it into place. I let go and I see her wince as the blood flows back into her nipple.
Her eyes follow my hand as I reach for her other nipple as his lordship opens the other manacle she flicks her eyes on to mine as her breast follows her nipple out towards me. Another click, and the manacle holds her breast out from her chest wall just as its sister one does. Looking closely you can see her pulse beat in her nipple ends.
“Sit down darling!” he points into a cell at the back of the vault.
As she moves taking short steps we follow and I see her husband pick up the remaining items off the table carrying them in with us as she reaches the camp bed by the back wall.
He stands in front of her and treads a thin chain through both rings on the tops of her breast cuffs and loops it through the ring on the front of her collar and back through both breast cuff rings pulling them upwards towards her collar. This must compensate for the pull of her wrists at the rear of her collar. I admire his train of thought. He is more into this than he lets on, I think. Her breathing has quickened and she is looking flustered. She is a hell of a woman, I think.
He reaches down and pulls another pair of manacles from under the bed; these must be attached to the wall by the long chain that comes slithering after them. These are attached to her ankles above the ones she is already wearing.
“I don't think she will be going far, my lord,” I joke.
He smiles. “One cannot take chances, you know!” he grinned, “one last thing, then we can leave her here for a while. Can you fetch me that please?” He points to a thing on the shelf outside the cell.
I pick it up and carry the heavy item in. I recognise it from school history lessons, watching as he opens it up and feeding her braid through the back of the head cage holds out the lump of metal that fits in her mouth over her tongue. She smiles and says “Thank you my dear” then she opens her mouth and accepts it, as he closes the cage and locks the big padlock at the side of her head.
“Stan will come and look after you in a while my love,” he kisses her forehead through the bars of her head cage and gently rubs her between her legs. The smell of an aroused woman grows as she moves her hips in time with his fingers. Taking his handkerchief he rubs between her moist folds and then using his fingers stuffs it inside her.
Just as she is about to come he pulls it out, stuffs it in his pocket and, indicating for me to step outside the cell, follows me out and locks it behind him. Her groan of denied climax follows us to the door as he turns out the lamps one by one leaving her in darkness.
Locking the big oak door and then the barred gate at the top he hands me the keys.
“Come and release her from the wall and then take her by the path through the woods to your place for a few hours and then bring her back before dawn and lock her back in there. Feed her twice a day, a bit of bread and cheese will do I think!” He grinned at me and, whistling, walked to his horses, mounting one and leading the other back to the stables. “Oh there's a large wad of cash in my office for you! Just ask my aide for the green envelope.”
I walk back up to the house behind him leading the other horse as he has his feeling bemused and wondering what the hell I have got myself into. My Lady is still very attractive and more my age than my Lord Melchard, but this is a little unnerving.
Peter Walsh was in his office and I knocked, “Afternoon Stan,” he smiled, “come for your account?”
I nod and he pulls out a green envelope and a block of cheese wrapped in a cloth.
“My lord asked me to give you the cheese as a gift for the women in your life. He says your mum made him a cake so this is to say thank you!” I thank him and smile. Mum’s cakes were rather good and as she cooked for their Lordships on a weekend when his normal cook was off; it was a good call by my lord.
I leave and walk back by the ice house looking at it thinking about the Lady within. Cutting through the woods and back down into the village.
I go via my mum’s and give her half the block of cheese and collect some more parkin and some flapjack. Calling by the village store, I pay my tick for my grocery bill, and get some more cocoa and a pack of bacon. Calling at the bank just before it closes, I hand over the majority of the money, keeping a bit to pay the lads, and thank God for his providence.
The lads go home and I finish some small jobs off, while waiting for it to get dark; most people are in bed early in the village. Only a few have electric lights, most of us use oil or candles.
I don't sleep well since the war so I'm known to be up late so I don't have much worry about Bob, our village bobby, wondering what's happening if my lights are on.
I cross behind my small veg patch and climb the hill to the woods moving quietly into the darkness. An owl hoots and a mouse scuttles away as I move down to the ice house and quietly open the gate and unlock the door. Lighting one of the lamps I breathe in the smell of my lady and the faint odour of wee.
She stirs; I use the master key to unlock the head cage and ease out the lump of metal, placing it on the bed she is sitting on. She has been crying. “Are you okay my lady?” I ask as I unlock the manacles holding her legs to the wall and sit her up.
She drops her head on to my shoulders and sobs for a bit as I hold her enjoying the feel of her skin through my shirt. “I'm fine,” she sighs as she lifts her head up. “My arms and breasts are numb and the beastly head cage has made my mouth so sore!”
I look at her hands and don't like the look of them so undo them first and watch her arms just hand beside her I rub her from shoulders to wrists trying to get the blood flowing again. Her breasts are a funny purple colour and I unlock the cuffs from them. This makes her cry again as the blood rushes out. When she can move her arms she rubs her breasts as I watch.
I try the keys I have but cannot find one for the collar and decide he must want it leaving on. Her ankle cuffs come off next and I help her stand. She moves over to the bucket and pees into it using a length of cloth to wipe herself.
She has a great body and I do want to touch her. It's been a long time since I have held a woman, Emily looks at me and smiles. “What's for tea? I am famished,” she laughs, and continues, “can we go to your place as I am feeling a bit cold now?”
I wonder how to get her back to the garage without being seen, and I mention it. “Well as I will be in chains we will have to go slowly and carefully won't we!” she grins.
She is unreal, I think, as she points out a set of manacles. Holding out her leg for me to lock it on her ankle I place each one round and turn the key. Handing me some wrist ones I lock them on her at the rear of the belt using a very clever swivel loop.
“Ready my lady?” She just nods and off we go, me really hoping not to bump into anyone, as this could take some bloody explaining.
I help her up the stairs to the top and lock up behind me. It has just started to rain a bit. She looks across the dark fields and shivers. I notice her breasts as they quiver and decide that we need to move quickly; taking her upper arm, I lead her into the gloom. Her short steps are a little annoying as it takes a lot longer to get where we are going, but I guess it's what she wants so I move with her, catching her if she stumbles.
We move without talking, just the clink of her chains and the soft cool breeze in the trees with the pitter patter of the steady rainfall. I should have brought a greatcoat or a blanket, I think, as I hold her arm to keep her upright, feeling the wetness of her skin.
We crest the hill above the village and I can make out the back way to the field at the back of the garage.
There's movement and I spot the village bobby wandering across the back of my place and down into the dull light of the gas lamp on the corner of the pub. My lady notices, and looks at me for reassurance; I nod and we set off angling away from the direction he went in.
I stop us at the old railway wagon box van we use for storage and stand listening for any noise.
A dog barks up the street and I know where the bobby is. We move as fast as we can to the sliding door at the back of my workshop and enter. My lady is shivering. Cold or fear, I know not, but I pick her up and carry her to the office, making her kneel in front of the fire, waiting for her to stop shivering as she looks at the kettle.
I smile and put it over the fire banking it up and chuck the frying pan on the grill. Some bacon soon sizzles away and I go get a bowl of water. My lady isn't really talking much. Maybe as her teeth are still chattering away, she cannot really speak.
Bathing her feet changed something in both of us I think. They say that's why Jesus did it to his subjects. Well for me it was the thing that changed, for her, maybe the bacon sandwich. Or the sex. Maybe the sex.
I sat her down and held her buttie for her as at first she nibbled then took great mouthfuls out of the two sandwiches I made for her. She looked quite cute with the fat dripping down her chin, I thought, as some of it dripped onto her breasts; the sound she made as she sipped on the cocoa laced with brandy made up for the effort.
It was as I bathed her feet and picked some of the small twigs out that she asked me. “Do you find me attractive, Stan?”
“Of course my lady you are so lovely!”
“Emily! this week I am not your lady, I am your slave!” She looks at me. “I am forty, you know. I know I am weird but this is what I am. But I love my husband and he loves me enough to let me do this with you!”
I looked at her. “It is going to be a difficult task as I need your husband's business, and I only just met you, and we haven't even kissed yet. What do you want from me?”
“Bind me hard and use me. But look after me too. I will give myself to you only in bondage. But I must be kept chained up until my husband comes home. I don't know if you can keep me here during the day so I am to go back to the ice house if you are not available to look after me due to you being busy here.”
I smiled at her. “You are very different, my- err- Emily.” I grin.
She lifts her legs out of my hands, places her feet on my lap and rubs them on my erection through my trousers. Kneeling in front of her, I smile and stroke the back of her legs. We sat like that for ages. She asked for her cocoa and I moved to get it, holding the mug for her as she sipped at it.
“It’s this bit I really like. I am helpless. I need someone. I am normally the lady of the house with staff and respectability. When I am like this I am nothing. A slave.”
We chat for a bit and she eases me into the role of her gaoler. Gaoler with benefits, she tells me.
“Undress for me!” she asks.
I stand and open my jacket and then I strip as she looks.
“Do your wounds hurt?” She had seen my scars on my back and shoulders.
“If I am honest, my lady, it’s only in cold weather my face hurts. The rest is only tight when I raise my arms above my head.”
I ease my socks off and stand in front of the fire and drop my trousers. She smiles, drops to her knees and shuffles forward, having to raise herself up to be able to take the end of my penis in her mouth.
Sucking hard on the end of it she uses her tongue to lick underneath the end of the head, lowering back on to her heels, holding me in her mouth until my shaft stood straight from my body. All the time she looked up at me, never taking her eyes off mine.
Now to be honest I’d never had this done to me and it was amazing; I’d heard of it but never had it happen. Rocking on her heels she moves along my shaft, swallowing me deeper with each rock. Oh god, it was so good. The chains clink softly with the rhythm of her movement.
It comes to an end quietly. I groan and try to pull away but she follows my hips, keeping a good suction as I lose control in her mouth. She opens her mouth and I sort of stagger backwards, looking for a place to sit down.
“Did you enjoy that?” she smiles at me as I sigh and grin at her.
“Never had this done to me if I am honest with you, my lady.”
I watch as she shuffles over to me and lays her head on my lap, rubbing her forehead on my now shrinking penis. “My husband only gets this when I am restrained, as a lady doesn’t do these kinds of things, you know!”
“He is a very lucky man.” I stroke her cheek and play with her hair.
“Keep me in restraints and this thing will happen, again and more. I do have to pay for my keep, you know!”
I could feel her smile on my thigh and she popped the end of my penis back into her mouth and gently suckled on it. And like magic it came alive again.
“What can I do for you?” I gasp, as she slides her mouth up and down my shaft.
“I’ll think of something later," she sort of mumbles.
So I just sat there and enjoyed the experience and gave her what I had left. Soon it was time to take her back to the ice house.
We carefully navigate the wood and down to the ice house. I open the door and ease the chained woman down the stairs. I lock her ankles to the cuffs that come under the bed. Clean her slop bucket in the large bin. I replace it in the ceĺl and locking it all up wander back into the village whistling away to myself. Could life get any better?
My Lady · Part 2 (2/2)
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