Taxing Times Ch. 05-046

Chapter Five

Luke spent a disturbed night to say the least! His dreams were full of dark, deviant fantasies and every time he woke up, he found that his cock was pulsing painfully against the restrictive bars of his chastity cage. The dawn chorus of the birds rang out far too loudly as far as he was concerned and eventually, at about seven, he gave up any thoughts of sleeping and got up.

After having a shower and eating breakfast, Luke tried to get some work done on his latest project but he found that he was far too distracted as his mind wandered on to far more interesting things, replaying the time he had spent with Miss Dawson endlessly. He eyed his phone and wondered if it would buzz into life but it stayed obstinately silent. Her parting remark, once he had driven her back into town, had just been that she would be in touch when she was ready and, despite his wish to text her, he knew that doing so would only make her keep him waiting for longer. She clearly enjoyed keeping him on the edge and pushing him over it, he thought ruefully, remembering just how he had sunk down to his knees and licked her feet clean of his own creamy come.

A knock on the door broke into his reverie and he went to open it, part of him wondering if it was going to be Miss Dawson. Instead, it was just a delivery man with a parcel.

"Mr Brodie?"

"Yes," replied Luke a little tentatively as he wondered why he was getting a delivery. He certainly couldn't remember ordering anything recently.

"Parcel for you so if you could just sign on the electronic gizmo there," stated the delivery man, pointing to his touchscreen gadget. Luke signed and took the parcel inside, closing the door behind him with his foot as he scanned the brown box to see where it had come from. There was only his name and address printed on the label and no return address anywhere. Shrugging his shoulders, Luke unearthed a pair of scissors and ran one of the blades down the parcel tape before he pulled the flaps up and peered in.

There was the usual amount of packaging stuffed inside but at the bottom were three items that made his eyes stand out on stalks for a moment. A tube of lube was one item and the least disconcerting! The second thing was enclosed in a small cardboard box but the picture on the outside and the black lettering left Luke in no doubt as to what it was for. He opened the box and slid the object out then held it in his hand and stared at it almost in wonder. Could he really get it up his bottom? Should he even try? The final thing was even more bizarre and he pulled it out of the polythene bag it was in and studied it hard, cock hardening suddenly as he envisaged using it on his mistress.

His phone buzzed insistently and he placed the item back in the box and hurried over to his desk. It was from Miss Dawson and his heart leapt suddenly, skipping several beats as he scrolled down then opened the text message.

'When parcel arrives, wear plug and gag then come and see me in my house. Mistress.'

Was she joking? His eyes scanned a little further and registered her address, taking in the name of the road which he recognised as being on the outskirts of town. He walked back over and looked back in the box thoughtfully. Could he? Should he? His pulse quickened at the thought and his fingers shook slightly as he picked up the anal plug and examined it once more. It was about six inches long and tapered, widening out considerably at the base before narrowing sharply again. What would it feel like? Excitement at the thought coursed through him along with disgust at even considering sliding it up into his anus.

Luke was still wondering what to do when his phone buzzed again and he looked down to find he had another text from Miss Dawson. This one informed him that she expected to see a video of his first attempt at wearing a butt plug and he flushed bright red instantly at the thought of filming himself. For a moment, he was determined to refuse but then he read the final part of her text and quailed at the thought of not seeing her ever again. It was blackmail but very effective. His soul cried out to be with her and to suffer her cruel and inhumane treatment for some reason. The humiliation of serving her however she wished somehow made him more aroused than he had ever been before. Could he now throw that all away and never see her again?

Luke knew the answer and so he picked up the box and went upstairs to his bedroom then removed his clothes and faced the mirrored doors of his built in wardrobes. Propping his phone up so that the video camera feature could see his bare bottom cheeks in the mirror, Luke applied some lube to the anal plug then tentatively pressed the slim end against his anal entrance. It felt incredibly weird as the rubber touched his crinkled furrow and the cold lube made him shiver slightly. He pushed gently and then grimaced as he felt his puckered hole start to open up. Looking over his shoulder, he swallowed hard with shame as he saw the degradinging sight of the dark rubber plug pressing up into his bottom hole. Eyes widening and grunting slightly at the strangeness of the feeling, Luke persevered, pushing steadily until his anal ring parted and the plug slithered up inside him until just the flange on the base remained visible between his cheeks. Shutting the camera off, he swiftly sent the video through the ether to Miss Dawson then picked up the gag from the cardboard box and made his way downstairs again.

It was quite uncomfortable to drive through the town wearing the anal plug and Luke had to consciously resist squirming in his seat. It did not help that his car had a hard suspension either and going over the plethora of speed bumps was a trial! When his satnav informed him that he was nearing his destination, Luke pulled into the kerb and looked quickly around. Incredibly relieved to see that there was nobody in the tree-lined avenue, he whipped the gag out of the plastic carrier bag on the passenger seat and buckled it swiftly into place, blushing instantly with shame as the short penile protrusion slithered into his mouth whilst the longer, thicker phallus jutted out in front of his face. Praying that the road would stay empty, he pulled back out and then, just a hundred yards later, found the house he wanted. Luke pulled into the drive and switched the engine off then got out of the car and hurried up to the door, eager to get inside and away from prying eyes.

The bell jangled insistently when he rang and he waited impatiently, heart beating quickly with fear of being caught wearing the ridiculous gag. It seemed to take for ever for the door to be answered but eventually it swung open and he found himself staring into his mistress' amused green eyes.

"On your knees now!" she snapped authoritatively and he sank down obediently then followed her when she told him that he must crawl after her. His knees scraped along the thick carpet but Luke just kept his eyes on the beautiful sight of Miss Dawson's buttocks undulating in front of him as she walked along the hall then climbed up the stairs. Mounting the stairs on his hands and knees, Luke was relieved when she turned into one of the rooms on the landing and he followed her in only to swallow hard as he saw that it was kitted out with all sorts of strange devices.

"Welcome to my playroom, slave. I won't introduce you to all these lovely little toys yet but, if you stay obedient and worth keeping as a slave, then I am sure that I will test each one on you in the end! Are you wearing your anal plug? Nod once for yes!"

Luke nodded, feeling a hot rush of shame race through his face at admitting such a thing.

"Good. I can see you are wearing your gag. Now, I think that I will add a collar as well," she murmured, busying herself by rummaging in a chest against one of the walls.

The thick leather collar wrapped around Luke's neck and was buckled tightly into place by Ella before she ordered her slave to strip. Luke complied despite his embarrassment and that shame was added to when she told him to bend right over so that she could see his new butt plug in situ.

"Excellent although I will have to accustom that tight little arse to bigger ones," Ella announced, enjoying the look of horror in her submissive's eyes at the prospect. Deciding to immobilise him, Ella, after snapping at Luke to put his hands behind his back, attached a chain to the ring in his collar then threaded it through a pair of handcuffs and clicked those into place around his wrists, adjusting the chain so that his arms were forced further and further up behind his back. Adding a pair of ankle cuffs, Ella clipped another chain from those leading up to the ones round his wrists after making him squat down on a piece of transparent plastic so that his buttocks were resting on his ankles. Then, after sliding a blindfold down over his eyes, she left the room once she had whispered into his ear that she would return at some point and reward him for being a good boy or punish him if he had been bad.

Luke shivered as the blindfold cut off his vision completely. There was something unnerving about being blind and he pitied those who had to struggle every day with that affliction. There was no way of telling how much time was passing by or whether Miss Dawson was still in the room and watching him intently and, after a while, Luke found that his legs started to feel uncomfortable as they were trapped under the weight of his body. There was nothing that he could do but endure though and that discomfort was rapidly overtaken by an ever increasing pressure in his bladder as his two cups of tea threatened to pour back out of him. It was difficult to even tense his bladder muscles to resist because of the way in which he had been tied and he suddenly started to wonder if that was what Miss Dawson had meant by her last statement before she had vanished. How long could he last without wetting himself? That would certainly be humiliating. Was that why she had made him squat on the plastic sheeting? He gritted his teeth and held out against the desire to release his bladder muscles and thus end the stabbing pains in his body.

Ella settled herself down in the living room with a book and simply waited. Time was on her side and there was no hurry as far as she was concerned. Quite the opposite in fact as she was expecting a guest in a couple of hours; one who would be horrified to see Luke in such a compromising and submissive position as then they would have to honour the bet that they had made earlier. Ella smiled at the thought then sipped her white wine daintily, savouring the sweet taste on her tongue as she wondered which slave she should allow to pleasure her later.

After an hour or so had passed, Ella ventured back upstairs and stood in the doorway watching Luke squirm in his bonds. She could see the desperation etched into his face and she smiled cruelly before she stepped closer, bent down and whispered into his ear once again.

"You can nod for yes and shake your head for no, slave, as your mistress has some questions for you. Be honest because if I sense that you are lying to me then I might just put you outside like this and let the neighbours see you! Now... are you enjoying yourself?"

Luke shook his head immediately, hoping that she would take pity on him and release him but she just laughed, bathing his earlobe with her hot breath.

"That's good because you aren't here for your enjoyment but for mine! Second question... are you going to lick wherever I wish you to later?"

This time, Luke nodded eagerly, visions of her delectable pussy growing increasingly wet and fragrant under his questing tongue.

"So very keen, my little slave. Perhaps it will be my feet again that I want you to clean or maybe my lovely tight bottom after I have been to the toilet?" Ella teased, feeling him recoil slightly as she mentioned the latter. "Third question... did you wear that gag from home?"

Luke hesitated. For a moment or two, he was going to lie but then he decided to tell the truth, shaking his head once as his mouth went dry.

"You have just saved yourself from being kicked out, slave. I have a pair of cameras facing either way down the road and it picked up your car pulling into the side a hundred yards or so away. Now I think that needs a punishment... and a reward for your honesty. The punishment is to stay here longer," Ella announced, rising up from by his side and heading back towards the door. She turned her head and watched his frantic shaking of his head, smiling at the sight before she added, "Make sure that you don't make a mess, slave, before I return!"

Luke gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the almost unbearable pressure in his bladder as her voice finished speaking. His mind wandered, wondering just what she would do to him for failing her as well as what his reward would be. Would she let him slide his thickness into her wet pussy? The thought of that made his cock harden painfully against the steel bars of his cage and his pulse raced. A sharp pain lanced through his abdomen again and he groaned into the phallic gag and rocked back and forth as much as he could as he tried to ease the pressure.

Ella allowed another half an hour before she visited her captive slave once more. This time, she just viewed his struggles from the doorway, never speaking as he wriggled, just smiling at the sight of him fighting the increasingly desperate urge to release his bladder. A sudden loud groan burst out past the penile gag and she watched as a spurt of urine shot out of his semi-erect cock and splashed down on his thigh before it dribbled off down his leg and onto the clear plastic beneath. Another followed a minute or so later and she was just contemplating announcing her presence and adding to his shame when the doorbell went and she realised that her guest had arrived a few minutes early.

Chapter Six

"Carla, how good to see you even if it is a little earlier than scheduled," stated Ella, smiling widely at the sight of the willowy brunette on her doorstep.

"The traffic was surprisingly light," replied Carla, dark brown eyes fixed on Ella's face as she wondered what was so important that it had required her presence during a week day when she was meant to be working.

"Still, you really should have waited until it was the correct time before ringing my bell. I might have been right in the middle of something interesting," commented Ella, green eyes narrowing slightly as she walked down the hall and into her living room.

"I'm sorry, Ella," answered Carla, rolling her eyes a little at her friend's remark behind her back although she was not quick enough to change her expression as Ella whirled round.

"You will be soon, my dear little sub," replied Ella and her hand whipped out and slapped Carla across the cheek hard, rocking the woman back a step in pain and surprise.

Curtly, Ella instructed Carla to remove her blouse and skirt then stood there watching the blushing woman do as she had been told, fumbling at the buttons in her haste to please.

"Bend over and grip your ankles and do not let go until I tell you!" snapped Ella. "I think that it's time I got far more serious with you and instilled some respect into those pert cheeks. Maybe if I strike them hard enough and long enough then the respect will travel all the way up into your mind!"

Carla gulped nervously. In all her years with Ella, it had always been almost playful when she had been chastised but she sensed that her old university friend was now going to change things dramatically. Bending over, Carla waited in dreaded anticipation, wondering just how hard Ella was going to spank her this time.

Ella started softly, teasing the white cheeks with her palm and spanking the soft surface lightly as she pulled her submissive's panties into the middle until the scrap of black lace virtually disappeared up the crack of her bottom. After about a minute, Ella started to smack the gently wobbling cheeks harder, delighting in the sound that rang around the room and the slight gasps that slipped out of Carla's mouth. Soon, Carla's buttocks were changing colour, shading from white to light pink and then darkening still further to a dusky rose. Her cries grew louder and higher in pitch as the spanking continued to increase in hardness until it abruptly stopped although her relief was tempered by Ella's command to stay where she was.

Ella, after spending a few seconds admiring the roseate glow of her sub's bottom cheeks, slid out her belt, a thick leather one, from the loops in her skirt and doubled it over before gently trailing the end down Carla's back and onto her shivering arse.

"Now this, my dear little submissive, is going to hurt a great deal more than that spanking. I am awarding you a nice dozen strokes for rolling your eyes at me just now and for being early and you better count each one and thank me or I will add two extra each time. Understood?"

"Yes..." stammered Carla, mouth going as dry as the desert sands at the thought of the belt landing on her naked flesh.

"Yes, Miss Dawson or Mistress!" snapped Ella. "I have decided that I have been far too lenient with you over the years and that it is time that you were trained properly to be obedient to me. Either you agree or you can stand up and walk out!"

Carla's mind whirled with thoughts, each swirling around and clouding her judgement as they conflicted with each other. The idea of being more submissive was enticing yet frightening. What else would Ella want from her? She was already spanked regularly and then made to lick Ella's pussy until she came. Her breathing quickened as she imagined other dark, deviant acts and a trickle of excitement seeped out of her pussy and stained the gusset of her lace knickers. What would a whipping feel like? Could she take the pain? There was only one way to find out...

"I agree, Mistress," she murmured, voice almost breaking with emotion as she gave her permission to be beaten and used as Ella wished.

"Excellent!" responded Ella and she bent down and awarded her submissive a gentle kiss on her heated right cheek, feeling the warm surface shiver slightly at the coolness of her lips.

Standing back up, Ella rested the leather against the smooth skin once more and then whipped it up and back down, striking the bottom cheeks across the middle. Instantly, a broad red stripe was left on the skin and Carla rocked forward and screamed as the pain flashed through her system. Tears filled her eyes as she somehow managed not to fall over, fingers whitening as she gripped her ankles even more tightly.

"One, thank you, Mistress," Carla managed to stammer out between her gasping breaths while her whole body shook in dreaded anticipation of the next stroke. Ella made her wait, heightening the tension even more before she lashed the belt across her submissive's bottom once more, creating another red weal in the pink globes. Another scream echoed round the room and tears splashed down onto the carpet before Carla forced the words out of her mouth once more.

"I think these knickers will have to go," observed Ella, sliding her fingers under the elastic and pulling the scrap of lace down until it fell down entirely and kissed Carla's wrists where they grasped her ankles. "They interrupt the perfection of the marks on your arse a little and I cannot have that. Ten more to go unless you fail to count correctly..."

Carla shivered at the longing tone in her mistress' voice. Did Ella really want to whip her even more? Two had been bad enough and the thought of another ten was terrifying. To have to suffer more than that was beyond belief. Her arse was already feeling like it had been cut into two by the stripes that now lay across it. Agony was piled on agony though as Ella laid on another ten strokes, whipping the bare bottom mercilessly until it was a sea of red emblazoned with darker hues of purple where two strokes had overlapped. Carla could do nothing but hold on... to her ankles and to her sanity and courage as the pain coursed through her veins and made her blood boil. The final stroke cut up under the juncture of thigh and bottom cheek and made her howl but she forced out the count of twelve through her squeals and then felt a flush of pride at enduring the pain and anguish of the leather on her soft arse cheeks.

Ella slipped the belt back through the loops of her skirt while she watched the vivid red cheeks flex and flinch in front of her. It had been a good beginning to stepping up Carla's training and making her into a real subservient slave but there was still more to come although she did decide that the woman deserved a little bit of pleasure after her suffering. Stretching out her hand, she stroked Carla's bare cheeks, feeling the warmth in the skin as she gradually edged her fingers down until they slipped into the tight crease of her buttocks then further down to where her pussy gushed with slippery fluids.

"So very, very wet, my little slave. Perhaps your mistress should whip you every day so that you ooze your desire all over my fingers?" teased Ella, rubbing the oily cream over Carla's clit and feeling her sigh with delight. She moved her fingers away and there was a gasp of disappointment, amusing Ella greatly. She teased her fingers down the inside of Carla's thighs, feeling her tremble gently at each touch before she trailed them back up and then slid two straight up between her pink folds, finding them instantly soaked as a veritable rush of moisture and heat enveloped them. She added a third then slithered them in and out, sensing the excitement building through Carla and hearing her groans quicken into squeals of lust.

"On all fours for your mistress," ordered Ella, pushing with her spare hand on Carla's back and obediently her slave toppled forward onto her knees then put her hands out in front of her. Ella circled her fourth finger round the stretched entrance to Carla's quim and felt her shiver with excitement and possibly a little trepidation too. She eased it inside, working her four fingers in and out of the tightness and revelling in the response she felt as the spongy innards clenched around them.

Carla quivered, her whole body vibrating with delight as the four fingers opened her up further than ever before. She felt as if she was going to split in two as they worked in and out of her pink folds remorselessly, slithering in and out of her gushing wetness. Then she stiffened in shock and horror as she felt the sensitive whorl of her anus being threatened by her mistress' thumb. The tip teased the tight entrance each time that the fingers pushed deep inside her pussy. The sensation was alluring and arousing yet shame filled her at the thought of being penetrated there too. Yet she was submitting to her mistress' desires and whims so how could there be any shame in that? Still she squeaked like a mouse as the thumb pushed harder, opening up her rectal ring a little and threatening her anus.

Ella felt the tremors slithering through Carla's slim flesh and laughed silently as they increased whenever her anus was targeted. She could sense the anguish emanating from her submissive at the idea and she relished it, teasing the tight hole mercilessly as she thrust her slim fingers in and out of the woman's slippery flesh. The feeling of power was overwhelming and she wondered why she had not insisted on taking Carla further on her submissive journey much earlier. Despite the woman's protestations in the past, Ella knew that she could have overridden them fairly easily and that it had been her own doubts that had held her back. Now, it seemed that she was liberated by her experience in controlling Luke and the confidence she had gained from that encounter was now flowing through her like a river. Watching intently, she pushed harder with her thumb and elicited a primal scream of horror mixed with shame as the thick digit slipped past Carla's defences and eased up into her anus.

Carla shuddered as her virgin arse was penetrated by Ella's thumb and then, to her utter surprise and shock, she found herself coming, bucking and writhing on the impaling digits in her twin holes. Her body flushed red throughout and heat enveloped her mind whilst guttural groans and grunts were torn out of her throat and slipped out past her parted lips. Her mind filled with red mist and her head sunk down to the floor as she panted for breath. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream with overload as the fingers in her pussy and the thumb in her anus continued to push remorselessly in and out until her mistress finally decided that her wriggling slave had had enough pleasure.

After allowing Carla a minute or so to recover, Ella, after unclipping the woman's brassiere, told her to roll over onto her back. Straddling her submissive after pushing her own skirt up to her hips, Ella smiled wickedly then trailed her soaking wet fingers down over Carla's lips before ordering her to suck them clean. She could see the look of disgust deep in Carla's chocolate brown eyes and that excited her further, knowing that her submissive was doing something that made her feel ashamed yet would do it anyway because she had been told to. Then, once Carla had cleaned up her fingers thoroughly, Ella smeared her thumb over the woman's lips before sliding it in and out in a parody of fellatio until that too was clean.