Redbush Square · Part 1

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What follows is pure fantasy and has no basis in fact. Have you ever walked past a house and thought you caught a glimpse of something strange going on? This is one version of what might be happening.

Day One

I – Mark and Leon

Mark and Leon were in the kitchen of their small flat, kneeling on the floor with their hands behind their heads, and entirely naked save for matching black leather dog collars. A luggage tag was attached to both collars, identifying the men as freight ready to be transported. Each had a handwritten destination: Redbush Square. They were both very nervous, scared as to what was going to happen next.

Leon and Mark had first met on the set of a pornographic film, where they played the part of two slaves sat a party who were chained together, soundly whipped, and made to submit to the sexual whims of the guests. Very little acting was required. They enjoyed the experience so much that soon afterwards they went on a more conventional date (drinking wine and discussing whipping), fell in love and became a couple, moving in together.

Lots of people said it was ridiculous for two subs to be in a relationship, but in fact it worked well. They each saw their respective masters who kept them fully disciplined, and they were frequently lent out as a pair to other doms – they loved to suffer together, withstanding more than they could alone. However, sometimes their love for each other got them in to trouble, and that was what had led to their current predicament.

Things had come to a head at a recent party, where they were planned to be the star attraction. They had been left alone for only a few minutes, ready to be presented, and somehow, despite their chains and blindfolds, were discovered by the hostess busily sucking each other off. 'I'm sorry mistress….' stammered Mark, the more outgoing of the two. 'We just couldn't help ourselves'. They were, of course, soundly punished immediately and at great length with a wide variety of implements. The fact that the guests had thoroughly enjoyed this spectacle (each had been allowed to whip the pair with any implement, as often as they liked) did not placate their two masters, and the two slaves were taken that night to their respective dungeons to suffer yet more punishment on their already sore bodies.

This, however, was apparently not sufficient to ensure their future good behaviour. They were each told they had forgotten that they were slaves, property of their master, and their job was to serve their master, not each other. Each was told they would be going to a place called Redbush Square for a week of re-education in the art of submission, and that they should await further instructions. Neither of them had heard of such a place, and had no idea what might be in store for them there – but they knew it would be severe, and they were both nervous.

In preparation they were required to assist their masters in filling in a detailed questionnaire, which asked all sorts of questions – measurement, experiences – and they each had to sign to say they consented to anything that would happen there (but that they had the right to withdraw this consent at any time). They didn't discuss it, but they both worried whether the strength of their relationship was such they could no longer each fully submit to being a slave to someone else. They loved each other, but also wanted to be dominated.

They waited a few weeks and heard nothing, until one day a letter arrived addressed to both of them. 'At exactly 7pm on 3rd August you will collected for delivery. At 7pm you must be in your kitchen, kneeling down with your hands behind your head, naked save for a dog collar with the enclosed luggage tags attached and fully completed. You will not be permitted to bring any other clothing or other items with you. All jewellery and body piercings must be removed. Failure to obey these instructions will naturally result in serious consequences'. 'That's tonight!' exclaimed Mark, and they kissed and held each other tight as they imagined what might happen to them.

And so they knelt together in the kitchen, a pose which showed off their different physical attributes. Leon was tall and slender, built like a long distance runner, with slightly long, untidy blond hair. Like his body, his cock was long and thin. He was particularly proud of it, and did not like it when it was tied up or whipped. By contrast, Mark could have been taken for a rugby player – he was shorter, but with a muscular physique acquired from long sessions in the gym, and his dark hair was closely cropped. And again his cock mirrored his body, being shorter but much wider and fatter than Leon's. They made a beautiful couple.

Leon glanced at the clock on the wall – ten past seven. Were they simply late? Was this deliberate? Or – just maybe – perhaps the whole thing was a hoax, and their punishment was to sit here waiting all night for a fate that would in fact never arrive. This hopeful thought was, however, soon dispelled, as they heard the front door open, followed by footsteps in the hall way, and what sounded like a heavy object being put down. Mark and Leon both looked toward the kitchen door where they saw two men enter, each dressed in uniforms looking like they worked for a delivery company. One carried a heavy looking bag, and the other, who looked like he was in charge, consulted his clipboard and nodding with approval said 'I see two pieces of freight ready for collection. Very good indeed. George, get them ready for packing.'

'Righto,' said George to his boss, and, to Mark and Leon 'just be sensible and this will be very easy.' With that he produced from his bag a series of straps and padlocks, and soon each of them had their arms bound behind them, and their ankles manacled and connected by a small chain. Finally, he tied a strap around their respective cocks, and attached a chain which led to the collar.

'Lovely,' said George, 'you're beautifully compliant', and to express his thanks he gave each of them a little slap on the chest, and could not resist a quick squeeze of their genitals. 'However, we're not quite finished yet. Now, I understand you two often like to play with each other – and I can see why. But we can't have that, so we just need to make sure there's no temptation. Make sure all your holes are filled, so to speak.'

Leon and Mark did not have long to worry about what that might mean – first they were gagged, with a rubber ball inside the mouth and a strap around the head. Then George brought out two butt plugs and a bottle of lube. 'Turn around gentlemen, and we'll just get these in' he said, and the pair obeyed and George was true to his word, clearly enjoying himself.

'Good work,' said, the taller man, 'now to get you boxed up. Come with me please.' And holding the chains which were connected to their collars and cocks, he led them through to the hallway, where they saw a big wooden crate. Inside were a number of metal rings. 'You first' he said, pointing at Leon, who was instructed to get in to one side and kneel down, after which he was firmly tied so that he could not move at all. Then the same happened to Mark. 'Excellent – now one final thing,' and the pair were unable to protest as blindfolds were placed on them. They then heard the sound of the box being nailed shut, felt it lift as they were carried outside, and heard the engine of what they presumed to be a van taking them to their destination.

They could not move, see, or speak, but the presence of the other was a comfort to them as they waited for what might happen next.

II Emma and Kate 'Do we really have to wear these ridiculous clothes?' said Kate. 'We look like prostitutes. It's indecent. What if I see somebody I know? It will be so humiliating. And why do I have to come anyway? It's you that meant to be being punished. I've done nothing but serve you like a good little slave girl.'

'Look,' said Emma 'we have to do as we're told and there are no arguments. Of course it's humiliating, that's the point. But if you disobey you'll just make it worse. Now stop complaining. Do you want to be punished by me before we even get there? I can easily get the cane out. It's not too late to tie you up and give you six of the best. How do you think turning up at a house for recalcitrant slaves with fresh stripes on your arse will look?'

Kate shook her head, and resigned herself to the ridiculous situation. But, in fact, secretly she was looking forward to it – she loved to be dominated, but also loved to see Emma suffering in the same way.

The relationship between the two was unusual. Kate, in her early forties, tall and skinny with small breasts and bony limbs, was purely a submissive, and at home Emma was her mistress who she loved, feared and obeyed. But Emma, much younger, rounder and with big swinging breasts, enjoyed both roles. So at home she dominated Kate, but she also had a mistress of her own who thoroughly enjoyed dominating her (particularly binding and spanking her lovely tits).

Sometimes the couple went to events as a pair of subs to be used together (which Kate loved), but Emma also liked to attend as a dom, bringing Kate as her pet to be shown off and displayed as her property. These arrangements generally worked well, but Emma sometimes got the two roles confused, which could result in all sorts of problems. At a recent private party, she had picked up a cane and begun to playfully hit a fellow sub, before realising what she had done. The next time she visited her mistress, Sally, she was certainly in trouble, but to her surprise she was not whipped or chained.

'What can I do with you, Emma?' said Mistress Sally, absent-mindedly fondling and pinching Emma's nipples. 'I think lately you don't really want to be my slave any more. You used to serve me eagerly and with great enthusiasm, trying your best and taking your punishment well, always willing to debase yourself in any way that might please me. What happened to that beautiful sub girl? I know you love being mistress to your lovely Kate at home, but here you belong to me. I'm not at all sure I can carry on keeping you as my personal slave if you can't or won't satisfy me.'

'Oh! Mistress!', exclaimed Emma, very distressed and nearly in tears. 'I am so sorry that I've failed you. You know I would do anything for you. Mistress, please punish me severely for my faults. Do whatever you will with me. I want to carry on being your slave for ever.'

'Well,' said Sally, 'you say the right things, but your actions speak differently. I think you need some training in submission away from me. Some discipline from someone less gentle and tender hearted. Have you ever heard of a place called Redbush Square?'

Emma gasped with shock. 'Well, Mistress, only rumours, I was never sure if it was real. A place where disobedient slaves go to be punished and trained. A place of terrible strictness and severity ruled over by the harshest masters and mistresses possible'.

'That's right, good girl! I think a few days there will sort out your attitude problem. Or, of course, make you realise you aren't cut out to be my slave after all. Good, that's decided. Remember, I will get a full report on how you behave there. You will receive instructions on where to go in due course, and do not try to contact me in the meantime. Goodbye, Emma.'

'Oh, mistress, thank you for giving me another chance. I will leave now, but are you sure you wouldn't like me to serve you first? I would accept any punishment to stay here with you.'

Sally laughed. 'That kind of cheek won't help your cause you know. But as you suggest it, you have been a bad slave and we will not see each other for a while, you may lick my pussy while I thoroughly cane you over every part of your body. And I think we'll start by chaining those lovely hands and feet together so you can't get up to any mischief'. And she smacked Emma hard on her enticing buttocks, which jiggled in a remarkably attractive fashion.

'Thank you, mistress'.

And so Emma went home that night sore, satisfied, but worried about her future. She resolved to do her best at Redbush Square, and waited with trepidation for instructions. It was a full month later, as she grew more frustrated by not seeing her mistress and began to crave for her firm discipline, when a parcel arrived for her. It contained two sets of very skimpy clothes, and a covering letter.

'Travelling on foot, you will report to 27 Redbush Square at exactly 7.30pm on 3 August, bringing your slave Kate with you. You will each wear the clothes provided, and bring or wear nothing else whatsoever. You will wear no make up or perfume and all jewellery and body piercings will be removed. Failure to comply with these instructions will of course result in severe consequences'.

'That's tonight!' said Kate, 'but it doesn't matter because I'm not going. Why should I go to this severe house of correction when I haven't done anything wrong, just because you haven't been able to please your mistress properly?'

'Because you're my slave and you'll do as I say. So put these clothes on, we haven't got much time.'

Kate sighed, knowing there was no answer to this. Looking through the garments, she noticed something missing. 'There must be a mistake here. There are no bras or panties for us to wear. But there are butt plugs and dildos'.

'Somehow, I rather think that might be deliberate'.

III – Arrival

They made a remarkable sight walking through the town. Redbush Square was a couple of miles from their house, but in a much more affluent area – not the sort of place you would expect to see two barefooted women in exceedingly short leather skirts that barely covered their arses or genitals, and tops that were virtually see-through, barely bigger than underwear, and, in Emma's case, hardly hid her breasts at all. The ensemble was completed by matching dog collars, each with a luggage label attached. And had a passerby got a closer look, which would not have been hard, they would have found that both women had plugs inserted into both their anus and vagina. Luckily they saw few people, but those they did pass certainly had their evenings brightened by the view. The most embarrassing moment came when Kate saw a work colleague; she kept face down and hoped he didn't recognise her.

Finally, feeling thoroughly humiliated, they arrived at their destination. Redbush Square was a handsome garden surrounded by Georgian town houses, and it was up the steps of one of these that they now went. They stopped just before the door, and Emma kissed Kate tenderly on the lips, saying 'good luck girl. You'll be fine'. 'Same to you' said Kate. And Emma pulled the chain on the old fashioned doorbell, and waited.

It was a good five minutes before anyone answered. Emma wondered if she should she ring again, or would that simply invite punishment? Probably they were just being kept on public display for a bit longer. Eventually, the door opened, and they were met by the sight of a man dressed even more outlandishly than they were. He wore sensible black shoes, stockings and suspenders, a maid's cap, a frilly blouse, and a very short black skirt beneath the hem of which the extremity of his dangling cock and balls were clearly visible (accentuated by the strap around them). Like the two girls he wore a collar.

'May I help you two ladies?'

'My name is Emma and this is Kate. We were told to report here at this time'.

'Ah! You're the new arrivals. Welcome to Redbush Square! My name is Robin. I apologise for making you wait out here for so long, I expect you are eager to come inside?'

'We certainly are,' said Kate, stepping forward towards the threshold. But Robin raised his arm to block her way.

'I'm afraid there are some preliminary checks I have to do before letting you inside, and so they have to be done out here. It's unfortunate, but those are the rules. I need to make sure that you have followed all the instructions.'

Kate and Emma both nodded,, eager to get inside out of public display.

'Will you be so good as to stand in front of me, side by side, with your hands behind your head?'

They both assumed this position, which with their tight, skimpy clothing made their breasts jut out enticingly.

'Now then,' said Robin, 'let's go through the instructions one by one. Firstly, you were to wear the clothes provided and nothing else. Well, it seems you got that right. You certainly look pretty. Secondly, you were to wear no makeup, jewellery or perfume, and remove any piercings.'

He placed his face close to the girls, and sniffed greedily. 'No scent other than woman, excellent. Now let me just check for piercings…', and he felt the breasts of each girl, pinching the nipples to make sure there was definitely no jewellery there, lifting them so they were no longer covered at all by the clothes. Kate moaned slightly.

'Now then, my favourite part comes next,' said Robin, looking pleased. 'The intimate inspection. You were provided with implements, weren't you? I need to make sure that you have used them properly. Stay still for me please.'

And he pulled up the skirts of each of the girls, fully exposing them to any one who happened to be looking. He felt the end of the dildo inside each of their vaginas, checking that it was secure and fully inserted.

'Very good, now let's just check the back. Turn around please.'

So they span round, now with their arses to Robin, and their pussies facing towards the street. Kate saw a face in the window of a house opposite, and it rather turned her on to know that she was being watched. When Robin had fully inspected the butt plugs, giving them each a good tap which sent shockwaves of sensation into each woman, he told them there was just one last thing to check, and he examined the tags on their collars to make sure they were properly completed.

'Well that was all superb, ladies. No reason whatsoever to beat you, sadly. Still, there'll be plenty of that later. Now then, come with me.'

But there was one last surprise before they entered the house – while they were still on the doorstep Robin stripped them naked but for their collars, picked up two dog leads, attached them, slipped blindfolds on them, and giving them a sharp tug led them into the hallway, closing the door behind him. They were inside.

'On all fours now, please. I know you can't see, but just go where I lead you and you won't hurt yourselves.'

They crawled for what felt like a very long time, led by the chains and directed by the occasional slap to their rumps, but it was really only a minute or two, and they were then instructed to kneel down. They heard the clanking of chains and the click of a padlock, and then felt handcuffs around their wrists. The blindfolds were then removed, and they realised they were in a huge and opulent room, with highly decorated walls and fancy chandeliers. Then they realised they were securely tied by their leads to the wall.

'Now then,' said Robin. 'This is the ballroom. You won't see much of this room this week, but we like to use it to receive guests. We think it sets the tone rather nicely.'

They heard a bell ring somewhere in the house.

'I will be back soon,' Robin told them. 'But in the meantime don't move, and don't try to touch each other.' From a pocket of his skimpy outfit he brought out a piece of chalk, and on the hard floor drew around their legs. 'Be sure to stay in the same place.'

And, once again, they waited for what felt like an eternity, but was only a few minutes. They were then surprised to see a large wooden crate carried in by two uniformed men, and placed in the middle of the vast room. Robin walked in straight behind the delivery men, and thanked them for their help.

'Would you like us to take the lid off?' asked the taller of the men.

'Yes please,' said Robin, 'but leave the contents alone. Were they any trouble?'

'Oh no. Though the taller one didn't really like us tying his cock, but I think he rather enjoyed the butt plug going in.'

So the man unscrewed the lid of the crate, removed it, and he and his mate left the room.

Inside, Leon and Mark knew that the lid was off – but were completely unable to move or see. 'Now then, you two,' said Robin to the gagged and masked and tied pair, 'I need to make some checks first before I can release you. Please bear with me. Firstly, apart from your restraints are you completely naked? Yes, I can see you are! No piercings? Good. And are the butt plugs fully in place?' And as with the girls earlier he carefully groped their arses to make sure the plugs were properly installed.

'Finally, let's check your labels to make sure you are the right cargo. Yes, that's all in order. Right, let's get you out. Firstly, I'm going to attach chains to your collars, then I will release your restraints. Then, when I say, you will step out of the crate, and immediately kneel down on the floor. Then you will be led away, and you will crawl on all fours. You will then be secured and only then will the blindfolds be removed. As you have no need to speak you will remain gagged for now.'

Robin was as good as his word, and again with a few gentle slaps to their rumps he led them to the wall next to Emma and Kate, and secured them in the same way. As he did so, he couldn't resist having a feel of each man's cock and balls, as if weighing them up carefully. Leon responded and grew a little stiff, while Mark remained fully flaccid. Finally, when the two men were secured, kneeling with their hands tied behind their back, he pulled off their blindfolds, and they saw for the first time where they were. They noticed the size and opulence of the room, and also the two women beside them, as helpless and vulnerable as themselves. All four had no idea what would happen next.

As they knelt, trying to look at each other without moving their heads, a woman walked in, dressed in a maid's outfit similar to Robins. 'Sorry for being a little late, I was finalising the week's arrangements with Master and Mistress.'

'That's quite ok darling,' he said, and the pair kissed and embraced. 'I rather enjoyed dealing with a quadruple intake on my own.'

'I am sure you enjoyed having to inspect their bodies.'

'I shan't deny it. Now, ladies and gentlemen, this is Wendy, my wife and fellow servant. I have some things to say by way of introduction to you. But while I do so, Wendy, would you like to inspect the goods too, seeing as you missed the arrivals?'

Wendy nodded eagerly, and so as her husband talked she inspected the quartet one by one, checking butt plugs and dildos, feeling breasts and cocks and slapping bottoms. She seemed highly pleased with what she found and, like her husband, seemed particularly pleased with Leon's cock and Emma's breasts,

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