Redbush Square · Part 2 (2/2)
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which she continued to play with Robin spoke.
'Now, each of you are here for slightly different reasons. Three of you have been bad slaves, displeasing your owners and failing to satisfy them, and for this you need to be punished and retrained. One of you is here as the slave of her mistress, who is here to learn her role as sub to someone else. While you may feel the punishment you receive is unfair, remember that you too are learning to serve. You are therefore to be punished and humiliated. But in all respects the methods and end result will be the same. You will learn to submit, to serve your master and mistress properly. The house rules are simple. You will address me as Mister Robin, my wife as Miss Wendy and, when you meet them later you will address the Master and Mistress by those titles.’
‘You will of course do as instructed at all times and submit to everything willingly and with deportment. However, you have all come here voluntarily, and submission remains your choice, and in doing so you have consented to anything that may happen. Should you wish an activity to end you may use the word 'Pax', and it will stop – it is of course your right to do so at any time. Remember that, though we will be in charge of you and at times will discipline you, we are subs and slaves like you, and so I hope we can get on. But we act with the delegated authority of the master and mistress and the main rule is, of course, to obey any instruction immediately and willingly. Now, you are due to meet the master and mistress shortly, but first we must get you ready. Wendy, which couple would you like?'
'I'll take the gentlemen, if you don't mind.'
'Which leaves me with these handsome ladies. Very good. Come on slaves, follow us.'
Each of the maids untied the quartet's leads from the wall, and each taking two leads they led their charges, following on all fours, out of the ballroom and down a corridor into what looked like a changing room, with benches and a row of showers. Convenient rings in the walls were used to secure the slaves and they were instructed to sit down on the wooden benches.
'We're going to wash you,' explained Wendy, 'but first we need you completely naked.' And so Robin went to work removing all adornments from his charges, gently easing out the butt plugs, taking the time to massage their suffering arseholes, and then removing the dildos, making sure to check their slits for wetness. Kate, he noted, was well lubricated and appeared to be rather enjoying herself.
Meanwhile Wendy gently removed the gags from Mark and Leon, untied the straps around their genitals, then finally removed their buttplugs, taking the opportunity to hold them in from of the noses of their unfortunate wearers, while slipping a couple of fingers into the now vacant holes to ensure all was well. After this, handcuffs were removed, leaving each of the four entirely nude and unadorned except for the collar, and tied by nothing but the dog chains leading from it.
'Now you will be cleaned,' said Robin, and untying the first slave from the wall he attached the chain to the next collar and so on, until he was leading a train of four slaves all connected together. When they were in the long shower area, he instructed each of them to lift up their hands, and their wrists were bound together by convenient straps hanging from the ceiling.
Then, unexpectedly, Robin and Wendy took off their uniforms, Wendy pressed a button which turned on the showers, and the pair of maids jumped in. 'We can't wash you properly without getting wet ourselves, so it's easier this way. And we need to wash as well.'
And in fact the pair took care of each other first, taking turns to soap each other over every single part of the body, with especial attention paid to between the legs. Robin clearly relished this activity, and for the first time his cock began to stiffen with enjoyment. Mark was impressed with the rate at which it grew, and he realised that he would at that moment dearly love to feel it, or have it in his mouth or arse. And if Emma had not been tied up she would have certainly liked to lick Wendy's hairy pussy or insert her fingers into it. Luckily, they were unable to act on such impulses which would no doubt have earned them a severe penalty.
When Robin and Wendy were clean to each other's satisfaction they turned their attention to the slaves, ensuring each one was clean from the head to toe – not neglecting, of course, their central areas, soaping cocks and pussies and anuses with great care and gentleness. When it was done, they were led out of the shower and back to the benches and tied by their leads. While Robin and Wendy dried themselves and carefully got redressed, the four stood naked and dripping water on the floor. Wendy looked at them and laughed. 'There's no point wasting clean towels on slaves. You'll dry on your own soon enough.'
'Soon,' Robin informed them, 'it will be time to meet the master and mistress. But first there is one last piece of grooming to attend to. I see that you all have natural, bushy pubic hair. Personally I think that is lovely and I wouldn't change anything, but our mistress likes one half of a couple to be natural, and the other to be shaved. That way she has a variety of textures to play with. Now, Mark, you are naturally hairier than Leon, and so we will leave you alone – I think a hairy chest and a shaved cock looks very odd, and I personally like a man with plenty of hair.
Besides, shaving Leon will accentuate the length of his lovely cock and look very nice indeed, and he has very little body hair anyway. Now, with you girls I think Emma's bush is a little more luxuriant, and I think it suits a more voluptuous and curvy woman, so I am afraid Kate it will be your garden that gets mowed. Now, the pair of you, legs apart, and do not move at all.'
Robin brought out a shaving brush and soap, and using the same brush he proceeded to lather the genitals of first Kate and then Leon. Then with a razor he set about fully removing the hair, so that each were left bald and smooth and exposed. With Leon, he went a little further and removed some excess from his stomach and chest (of which there was very little to begin with), and also his armpits.
'You may notice,' said Wendy, lifting both her and Robins skirts to reveal their genitals fully, 'that we are exempt from the rule and each permitted to remain hairy. This is a long term arrangement with our owners. By the way, I always let Robin do this job, as he at least has the practice of shaving his face, whereas I do not shave hair from any part of my body.' To prove this, she lifted up her right arm to reveal a hairy armpit, which she then held close to Emma's face. For Emma, the aroma was too much and she instinctively kissed it, and was in the act of pushing out her tongue when Wendy moved away. 'Really, slave, you shouldn't have done that, but as I did invite you I will, for this time, let you off. Though I wonder if Mark here would like a taste. Mark, would you like to lick my armpit?'
'If it would please you, Miss Wendy.'
'A splendid answer. Very well, just a quick taste.' And he thrust the armpit into Mark's face, and he extended his tongue, more used to servicing hairy men than hairy women, and did as she commanded.
Meanwhile Robin had finished the shaving, and wiped clean each of the newly smoothed slaves. 'Very well, we are now ready for you to meet the master and mistress. You will be led back to the ballroom chained together as you are now. To avoid getting your freshly washed hands and knees dirty you will be permitted to walk upright, but this is only for this one occasion. You will stand where you are directed, feet slightly apart, hands behind your back, head up and back straight. You will then be released from all your chains and your collars removed, so that you are completely bare and exposed to them. Do not take this illusion of freedom as an opportunity to do anything you should not.
This is so they can see that you can submit without chains. You will of course do exactly what you are told and, if spoken to, will answer addressing the master or mistress by their title. I should warn you that how you comport yourself tonight will affect what happens during the rest of the week, so be careful. On we go.'
IV Meeting Master and Mistress
As he had promised Robin led the quartet through the corridor and back to the ballroom. He showed them where to stand, in the very middle of the room, and then removed the chains and their collars. Each was free to move, but knew that they must keep still and resist any temptation to do otherwise. This was worse than being chained, relying as it did on their own self-discipline to refrain from touching themselves or each other.
After yet another long wait, the door opened and a couple came in – the man dressed in a smart, dark suit with a red tie, and the woman in an elegant black dress. He was older, with greying hair around his temples and small, gold framed glasses. She was a younger woman, with long black hair and a serious expression. There was nothing about their appearance to suggest they were a master and mistress – the master looked like he worked in a bank – except from the fact they both carried riding crops, and strode in as if they owned the place and were indisputably in charge – which, of course, they did and were.
They stood together facing the line of slaves, looking at what had been brought for their attention. They liked what they saw.
'Robin, please introduce us to our new guests,' said the Master, quietly. He was clearly not a man who liked to shout commands, but spoke quietly in the knowledge he would always be obeyed.
'Of course, Master. Here we have Leon, and his husband Mark. They were very nicely delivered by our freight service this evening.; 'I'm sure that was a present which you enjoyed unwrapping. Now, these are the two slutty slaves who were found sucking each other off when they should have been preparing to serve as they were told?'
'Yes, Master.'
'Well, clearly that is unacceptable behaviour. It's not right for two slaves to put their own relationship ahead of their duty of service to their owners. No wonder they needed to come here to learn. Service to your master must come first, even if you are in love. Anyway, let us see you properly.'
And the Master and Mistress came closer to the pair, and began to inspect their bodies in their entirety – feeling their buttocks, pulling their nipples, stroking their cocks and balls. Both men had to open their mouths so their teeth could be examined, and were asked to turn around and bend over to reveal their arseholes to the prying hands. They each remained passive as they felt fingers slide in.
'Lovely!' said the mistress. 'I am sure we will enjoy filling those holes over the next few days. Now, tell us about these two ladies.'
'This is Emma, and her partner Kate. They arrived wearing our special outfits, with dildos and butt plugs in place.'
'Yes, I saw on the CCTV. Most humiliating. Most enjoyable. The neighbours will have been pleased. Tell me more.'
'Within their relationship,' continued Robin 'Kate is submissive and Emma her mistress. But Emma likes both to dominate and to submit, so she has her own mistress as well.'
'But,' said the mistress, 'I understand that she has been confusing the two roles, and thinks her status as a switch can allow to do things in sub mode which are not appropriate?'
'Yes, mistress.'
'So,' the Mistress said, now addressing one of the slaves directly for the first time. 'You're here to find out if you really still want to serve a mistress and can be fully submissive when required?'
Emma stuttered a little, and her voice trembled as he said 'Yes, mistress.'
'Speak up – I like my slaves to be clear.'
In a stronger voice 'Yes mistress'.
'Well, you'll have no shortage of opportunity here to submit. I'm sure you will enjoy it. Wendy, has she been good so far?'
'Yes mistress. Except when I showed her my hairy armpit, she did try to kiss it.'
'Well,' said the mistress, 'you probably did thrust if in her face didn't you?' Wendy nodded.
'Well, who wouldn't want to kiss it. We'll overlook that for now. And what about this other one? She looks a little older, and very sexy because of it.'
'Her name is Kate, Mistress. She has in fact done nothing wrong but serves Emma very well. However, she is here because we needed the pair together.'
'Well, slave, you may not have done anything wrong, but slaves deserve to be punished simply for being slaves, don't they?'
'Yes mistress' said Kate, confidently.
'Good. Don't think we will be easy on you, although we are aware your circumstances are different. Now let's see you properly.'
And as with the others she was pored over, thoroughly poked, examined and slapped, then made to turn round and bend over and thrust her pussy high in the air.
'Well,' said the Mistress 'I must say this is a particularly fine intake. Robin and Wendy, you have prepared them well. And the quality of shaving is particularly good. You made the right choice.' She stroked Mark's hairy chest. 'With this one, it would be a shame to lose his luxuriant body hair, and he would look wrong hairy up here' – stroking his chest – 'but smooth down there.' Saying this, she suddenly slapped him hard on the cock, and he did his best not to call out or wince. 'Whereas with this one, her cunt is just so pretty is would be a tremendous shame not to be able to see it properly, and when it is whipped and red it will be enormously pretty'. And Kate, still bent over with her bum in the air, felt a sudden sharp pain as a hand came down on her pussy so hard she nearly fell over.'
'Enough of this. Get up now, slaves. It's time to measure you. Robin, you take the boys, and Wendy, the girls'.
The two house maids brought out tape measures from a pocket in their skimpy uniforms, and began to measure each of the slaves in turn. They were each instructed to stand just so, while their height, waist, hips, chest, biceps, thighs, wrists and ankles were measured, with the results written down a chart.
'Of course,' said the master, 'we already have all this from your owners, but we like to get it right and, well, humiliate you of course. Emma, you've got a little fatter since you were last measured – but that's good, I've no doubt you look a little better more voluptuous. I think with a slightly fatter girl it is much more fun to slap her stomach and her tits.' And he proceeded to do both things, causing Emma to moan slightly in pain.
'And Mark, your arms are slightly bigger – you must have been working out. Very nice. But personally I prefer the skinnier arms of your friend.' And, of course, he stroked and then smacked Leon's arms to his satisfaction.
'But,' he continued, 'we first have two special measurements to take from each of you. Firstly, your anal ability will be measured.'
And Wendy handed out a bottle of lube each and a bizarre set of very long dildos, with numbers along their length like a tape measure.
'It's a little test,' said the mistress. 'You have a minute to get the dildo as far into your arsehole as you can. As you'll see, they are about the thickness of a penis. Well, perhaps not your penis Mark, but an average one.'
'I advise you,' said the master 'to thoroughly lube your implement before you begin. But I am sure you all know what you are doing. You may start.'
They each took different positions – Mark lying on this back with his legs in the air, Leon on all fours, Kate lying on her side, Emma staying on her feet and bending down. To encourage the four, the master and mistress were liberal with their riding crops, and busily told them to try harder. Soon the minute was up and the results were in. Mark had won, with Leon a close second.
'Well,' said the mistress to the girls, 'don't worry. It's something you can work on. I suspect those two as gay sub boys get fucked in the ass much more often than you, because you have two pretty orifices to choose from whereas they only have one.'
'I suspect,' noted the master, 'that Mark is used to having Leon's long cock inside him, which no doubt helps. Had we done a girth test then Leon may well have won, as I suspect that Mark's cock is much thicker, if a little shorter, when erect? Is that right, Leon?'
'Yes master. I am longer, but Mark is thicker. And we both love to get fucked.'
'I shall bear that in mind. Now, our final measurement is different for the boys and the girls. For you, Mark and Leon, we will measure your cocks first limp and flaccid, and then in their erect state. For you girls, we have a test similar the anal exercise we have just done but in your pussies. Now, here I think you girls are at a disadvantage because inserting a dildo as far as it will go in your cunt is probably less fun than having your cock wanked until it is thoroughly hard. So, lest you should think there is any gender discrimination in this establishment, we shall be sure to beat the boys harder and more often than you during this next exercise.'
And this was indeed what happened. As Robin measured first their flaccid cocks they were constantly feeling stinging blows all over their bodies. As was obvious, Leon's cock was indeed longer than Mark's, but not so thick. Then, taking one slave in each hand, he began to wank them both and watch carefully as each penis grew bigger and more tumescent, and carried on doing so until he was sure they had reached their maximum engorgement.
'They do look good,' remarked the mistress, 'but perhaps you would like to give them each a little suck just to be certain they are at their very most erect.'
'Thank you, mistress!' said Robin, as he eagerly sucked on first one cock and then the other. There was certainly no doubt now that they were ready, and he picked up the tape and again measured each one. It transpired that Mark's had grown more than Leon's – while his was still shorter, the gap was less than everyone had been expecting. All was going well until Leon disgraced himself by ejaculating as the final measurement was taken – it was just too much for him. Without being told, Robin licked up the cum and, surprisingly, neither the master or the mistress said anything.
Then it was the turn of the girls to take on a dildo vaginally, and after a minute of pushing it was clear that Kate was the winner, though Emma was not far behind.
'Wendy,' said the Mistress, 'see as Robin had the chance of a little suck, I wonder if you would like to have a quick nibble on these two cunts here?'
'Oh, yes mistress!'. And she greedily sucked first on Kate's neat and hairless pussy, then with even more gusto on Emma's hairier and fatter slit.
'That will do,' said the mistress after a few moments, and Wendy reluctantly withdrew her tongue. 'Now, before bed time you will all be punished thoroughly. A slave deserves to be punished simply because they are a slave. There need be no reason, and no slave should feel hard done by if they are severely punished without feeling they have done anything wrong. If you do feel that way, you have no business being a slave. Of course, that being punished is a reminder of your submission and may help to prevent further failures is a happy side effect.'
''So,' said the master. 'This is how it will work. We will take you two at a time. You will turn away from us and bend over. We will first slap your arse until it is red and burning. You will receive six strokes on each buttock. Then you will turn around and receive six strokes on each side of the chest. Finally, you will each receive six strokes in the groin area. You will not be bound because we trust you not to move, not to flinch, and not to cry out. We will be very disappointed if you do not meet our expectation and will treat seriously any slave who lets us down.'
First Leon and Kate were dealt with, and received the appropriate number of strokes on each body part. Leon particularly hated having his lovely cock hit – its residual tumescence subsided as the beating continued. And it was clear that the mistress particularly liked whipping a shaven pussy where the results could be so easily seen.
Shaking and smarting the pair were dismissed, and Mark and Emma took their places and received the same treatment. Everyone could see that the experience made Emma remarkably wet, and watching her Kate had to fight hard to restrain herself from that lovely damp hairy pussy. However, she resisted the urge but thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle of her own mistress being soundly beaten, as she herself had often been.
Finally, it was over.
'Do you have anything to say?' asked the master to the slaves.
'Thank you Master, thank you Mistress,' they all said together, and the dominant pair nodded at this correct response.
'Bedtime for you now. This was just the beginning, and tomorrow will be a much harder day. But first, now you are thoroughly ours, we must put on your new collars.'
And Robin and Wendy fastened new collars around their necks – they were each a different colour, but bore the same lettering – 'This slave is the property of Redbush Square.'
'That is much better and prettier. I know you will be missing being tied up, so you will be chained up tonight. You will share a room with the partner you were whipped with tonight. Any contact is of course completely forbidden. And Robin, remember that Leon came tonight and will need an extra restraint.'
'Now, there are few rules here, other than that you will do exactly as you are told, with good grace and enthusiasm. Follow this and all shall be well. Oh, and we should add that we do not like our slaves to wear clothes. Unless you are specially dressed for a particular activity you will be completely naked at all times – except for the dog collar, of course. Don't forget that we own you for the next few days.'
Robin linked dog leads to their collars and. 'Come on slaves, it's bed time.'
The four began to walk, before they each remembered and got down on all fours as quickly as possible, and began crawling like animals towards bed.
Each bedroom had no furniture other than two beds, and slaves were connected to the wall by a short chain attached to the collar, wrists, and ankles. This allowed them to shift a little, but not over or sit up in any way. There was nothing to do but lie down and try to sleep. For Leon, in addition, a thin rope tied around the base of his penis, meaning that moving or having an erection would be a painful experience. They lay together in the dark, each forced apart from their regular sleeping partner, and feeling alone and scared. 'Don't worry Kate, it will all be fine.' But neither of them believed it.
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