The Queen of Hearts Ch. 04

Chapter Four

In fact, in the position she had left me in, I could not even lie down but had to crouch, arms extended slightly outwards and upwards. After half an hour or so, I was feeling the strain and I tried half-standing up for a while but that soon cramped my thighs while I started to realise that I needed to go to the toilet again. Her words came back to me and I knew that she would punish me if she found any evidence of doing so but I could not work out any way that I could move so that I could direct a jet of urine into the flower beds so I gritted my teeth and tried to hold on. As the minutes passed by, I started to long for her to return. With no clock, it was hard to tell how much time had elapsed although I did try and look at the sun and work out how far it had travelled across the sky to give me some sort of idea. It was definitely past its zenith, heading down to the horizon when I heard the crunching noise of car tyres on gravel and I sighed with relief at the thought of my mistress returning before I had disgraced myself. I flexed my arms, trying to shake out the aches as I waited for her to come outside and release me but instead I heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner from inside and I cursed as I realised that she was going to extend my torment even further.

It must have been at least another twenty minutes before I heard the key turn in the back door and by then I was desperate, squeezing my thighs together as hard as I could to prevent my bladder bursting. Sighing with relief, I looked up and then went pale as I found myself staring into the intrigued dark brown eyes of a woman in her early twenties who was dressed up in an old-fashioned maid's outfit.

"Blimey," she exclaimed as I tried in vain to cover myself up, "Miss Thorne has been having fun!"

I uttered inarticulate sounds through the gag as she smiled widely, lips parting to show perfect white teeth as she put down the wastepaper bin she was carrying, put her hands on her hips and stood there, studying me.

"How long have you been there then?" she inquired then chuckled at herself as she remembered the ball gag. "An hour? Two? More than that?"

I nodded to her last question and she raised one eyebrow then stared at my cock which was still half-erect in its restraining rubber sheath.

"That must be uncomfortable too," she giggled and she reached out her hand and touched my prick, smiling once more as she felt it respond. I clenched my thighs together as I tried not to flood her fingers with urine and she must have realised what was afflicting me as she asked if I needed to go to the loo. I nodded swiftly and then by a series of questions, she elicited the information that I had been told to contain myself until Miss Thorne returned.

"She's like that... controlling!" murmured the maid with a sly grin and then she hurried off back into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with an empty two pint milk bottle carton. Positioning it carefully over the head of my cock, she held it in place and I sighed with tremendous relief as my bladder released and the plastic carton started to fill up.

My stream seemed to last for ever but finally I finished and nodded my thanks to her as she moved the bottle away and set it down on the patio. She stood back once more and regarded me, lips twitching slightly in amusement at my predicament.

"Right, I am just going to empty the bin... as that's what Miss Thorne is paying me for... then I am going to come back and see what reward you are offering for my services just now."

Her soft brown eyes shone with suppressed delight before she picked up the bin and walked out of sight, twitching her well-rounded globes under her short black skirt. My cock twitched in sympathy and I groaned once more as a fresh pang of pain slithered through my senses. Reward? I would give her anything she asked for and more besides if she could only get me out of the chains and restraints, I thought as I waited for her to come back. As it was then I was rather restricted in what I could offer and that made me feel even worse as I heard her heels click-clacking on the paving slabs.

"Hmm no tongue to use, no fingers either so that leaves this rather impressive looking cock or your feet! I think Miss Thorne might have plans for your prick and I would hate to get the wrong side of her... again... so that leaves me having to make do with a nice foot rub!" she chuckled sexily, placing one hand on my chest and easing me down until my bum cheeks were on the floor with my legs sticking out in front of me. I watched, cock straining uncomfortably against the harshly restrictive rubber as she placed a little stool down and then sat on it facing me, legs wide apart to reveal the scrap of lace that covered her slit. Slowly she stood then reached down and pulled my right leg up and placed it on the top of the stool as I strained forward as much as I could with my wrists still secured to the walls of the kennel. Then her weight descended on my shin and I felt the slight roughness of the lace panties rubbing against my skin as she started to slide back and forth. Her dark eyes stared at me while her hands massaged my knee and thigh, occasionally reaching further up to tease the tent pole of my cock.

"So keen and eager!" she laughed, dark hair swaying around her face as she bent further forward. "I can see why Miss Thorne is training you!"

She eased herself up suddenly and then slid her fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her dark-furred snatch for an instant before she sat back down on my leg and continued to use me for her own pleasure.

As she slid back and forth, I could now feel the softness of her labial lips and then a sensuous slipperiness that betrayed her rising excitement. My prick pulsed painfully every time that she slithered over my leg and then mischievously she unbuttoned her blouse and cupped her hands around her unfettered breasts, showing me the long, luscious nipples that my lips wanted to suckle as she teased them with her fingers. She slid back away from me to my disappointment, taking the white softness out of reach then I gasped as I felt her pussy settle onto my toes and I responded by wiggling them madly, making her sigh with delight. My big toe eased into her, warmth surrounding the tip and then the next one probed against her opening and slowly slipped in as I continued to flex them excitedly. Her mouth opened wider and her little pink tongue poked out and slithered over her lips in pleasure and I saw the tell-tale flush of her rising pleasure blossom then everything changed.

In an instant, the maid rose off me and swiftly swept her skirt back down, trying to hide her pussy and I raised my eyes and found the baleful glare of Miss Thorne staring at us.

"What do you think you are doing, Rachel?" inquired my mistress in an ice cold voice.

"Nothing, miss," stammered Rachel desperately, backing away from me as if putting further distance between us would hide what she had been up to.

"Really? I hardly call frigging yourself on my slave nothing! Now I will have to punish you for lying as well as for playing with something that does not belong to you! I suspect that you have not even finished cleaning properly yet either!"

Rachel stared at the floor while I watched Miss Thorne berate her, wondering just what sort of punishment my mistress intended to dish out. I was just exciting myself with my thoughts when she swung round and started on me.

"And you, slave, allowing yourself to be used. Obviously the chastisement that you incurred earlier failed to teach you a lesson. Well you can watch me punish this recalcitrant maid and then I will deal with you afterwards. Rachel, go and fetch the third item in the first rack in the cellar. Hurry up!"

Head still bowed and a glimmer of tears marring her soft brown eyes, Rachel hurried off into the kitchen and I wondered just what she would bring back with her as Miss Thorne toed the bottle of urine with one pointed toe.

"So you could not even hold long enough either, slave! Another thing to punish you severely for!"

The words hung in the air as we waited for Rachel to return and I swallowed hard as I remembered the previous punishment and how bizarrely exciting it had been. Would this one be equally delightful to suffer? I heard Rachel's heels on the patio and looked up, whitening as I saw the long thin length of a cane clasped in her slim hands. The girl held it out to Miss Thorne who took it then idly tapped it against her palm a few times before she prodded Rachel onto the immaculate lawn and told her to kneel down. I watched in awed fascination as the girl obeyed instantly, taking up her new position gracefully before Miss Thorne used the tip of the cane to lift her skirt and edge it up until her bottom cheeks, protected only by a thin scrap of lace, were revealed.

"Hmm, I think that I would prefer you naked actually, Rachel, as this skirt is only likely to fall back down and get in the way. Remove your clothes for me now except for your stockings and shoes!"

My eyes felt like they were out on stalks as Rachel, without demur, started to undress, still in her kneeling position. She unfastened her blouse and slipped it off her slim shoulders then unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it before she reached behind her back and unclipped her brassiere adeptly. I saw the tiniest flash of her nipple and the side of her left breast before she turned away and started to slide her panties down, baring her bottom cheeks totally much to my delight.

"That's better. Nothing to get in the way of this cane now, is there? Forehead to the ground, girl, and hands behind your back!" Miss Thorne snapped authoritatively and I heard Rachel moan slightly as she rearranged herself to suit her mistress' wishes. It left her more open and exposed and I could see the delicate whorled lips of her labia peeping shyly out at me from between her thighs as her buttocks parted slightly. My cock twitched in excitement and the tiny but surprisingly sharp bumps in the rubber sheath poked into my flesh and made me groan in tandem with the girl who was about to be caned.

The long thin rod touched the smooth skin and trailed slowly down her spine and into the tight groove of her arse before it was laid across the quivering white globes. It tapped lightly, almost playfully for a few seconds before Miss Thorne whisked it up then whipped it down smartly. A vivid red crease blossomed instantly into life and Rachel gasped, wiggling her bum alluringly as the pain seethed through her senses. I shivered in sympathy with her, wondering what the pain would feel like as the cane was raised high into the air before descending swiftly to apply another ruler-straight line across poor Rachel's twitching bum. With each stroke, she yelped or groaned but Miss Thorne had no mercy and just applied herself to creating a modern art masterpiece of reddening parallel lines onto the previously smooth and unblemished surface of the girl's bare bottom. Then, cruelly, she cut down at an angle and sliced through the nine straight lines to create a diagonal tenth that made Rachel howl as the still sore weals experienced another sharp dose of agony.

"Stay there and do not move or I will double your punishment!" hissed Miss Thorne, striding back onto the patio for a moment and picking up the milk carton I had so liberally filled with my urine. Without warning, she walked back and tipped it up and I watched the golden liquid arc through the air and spatter over Rachel's back then seep down across her beaten buttocks. The ammonia must have stung the sore surface and Rachel cried out then suffered for her weakness as Miss Thorne tipped more over her, sending a stream of my fluid over her submissive's bent head, soaking her dark brown hair instantly and making her gasp with horror and revulsion. Miss Thorne upended the container and the last few drops spilt out, shining gold in a ray of sun before they splashed down on Rachel's naked body.

"Now it's your turn, little dog slave," snapped Miss Thorne and I backed away, fear flickering through my senses as I eyed the long length of the cane with trepidation. She stood above my cowering figure and unlocked my collar from the chain, hauled me upright and frog-marched me over to where the quivering, weeping girl knelt on the lawn. She made me sink to my knees behind Rachel and I gulped in fear as I saw the rich, red tracery of cane marks decorating her marble-smooth arse cheeks. Bliss came as she removed one cuff from my wrist but, before I could even think of resisting, she pulled my hand under Rachel's stomach and then urged me forward until I was touching the girl. Then she clipped the cuff back on and I found myself tethered alluringly to the soft skin and radiant heat of a naked female, prick pressing insistently against her bottom cheeks much to her distress.

"No, Miss Thorne, please. Not a man!" she gurgled through her tears, body heaving arousingly against me.

"You should have thought about that before you started to play with him earlier," stated Miss Thorne coldly. "Don't worry though. I am not going to allow him to slide his cock into that juicy little pussy of yours."

"Thank you, mistress," Rachel whispered, her voice barely audible as her tears continued to flow.

"He is going to have your hot arse instead!" Miss Thorne added with the tiniest hint of a giggle in her voice at her own cruelty.

"No, no, please!" pleaded Rachel but Miss Thorne just ignored her pleas while my heart thudded like a steam hammer in my chest at the thought of what was to come.

Miss Thorne bent down and her hand slipped between my flesh and Rachel's and I felt the girl wiggle and then sigh and I realised that our mistress was stroking her soft pussy as she commented on how wet she was.

"Which is fortunate, girl, because now I am going to oil your tight little arsehole with your own juices. Make it ready for my slave's thick cock. I think you are going to scream when he slides deep up into you!"

Another desperate stream of wails and cries slipped from Rachel's lips but Miss Thorne remorselessly rubbed the slippery fluid in, exciting me as the back of her hand caressed my skin. My cock felt as if it was going to burst and the nagging rubber sheath restricting it was torment indeed as the seconds ticked slowly by. Then Miss Thorne's practised fingers grasped my encased cock and positioned me against the pulsing anal inlet and I felt the shudders running through Rachel as she waited to be taken so shamingly. I breathed in deeply at the gentle touch and inhaled the acrid scent of my own urine rising like a subtle miasma from Rachel's doused flesh.

"Twelve strokes for you, slave, and no coming unless I tell you!" my mistress snapped venomously, whisking the cane back and forth through the air and making me shiver as it sang a song of pain and agony.

Suddenly it rested against my twin globes and I started, pushing forward slightly and Rachel squealed as my thick crown started to open her tight anal ring up. Light taps followed and I grew accustomed to them quickly, stubbornly resisting the temptation to press forward further into the girl's pulsing rectum until Miss Thorne whipped the cane down hard. Instinctively, I moved forward, thrusting deeper as I cried out. Pain flooded through me and a wave of red heat seemed to encompass my mind and I was only dimly aware of Rachel's pitiful cries as I surged into her. A second harder stroke had me penetrating her further until my whole glans slipped inside her tightness while her velvet anal walls pulsed and throbbed around me, exciting me intensely. The third and fourth strikes had the rest of my length sliding deep into Rachel's arse and she sobbed piteously while I gritted my teeth and tried not to howl as the pain surged into my senses. Four rapid strokes followed and each had me thrusting hard into the welcoming warmth while my cuffed hands found her soft breasts and dug into them to assuage my own pain.

Every lunging thrust caused further agony as the tiny protuberances in the tight rubber sheath bit deep into the sensitive skin of my cock shaft and yet even that pain aroused me strangely. The subtle allure of being deep in Rachel's arsehole was arousing especially when her flesh squeezed around me, sucking on my cock like a hot mouth. Resisting the temptation to come was almost impossible and I panted desperately, gritting my teeth hard as I prayed for the magic words to be said. Mistress stayed silent though and the cane fell again rapidly, whipping excoriatingly across my burning bottom cheeks and sending me thrusting hard and fast into Rachel's rectal ring. The twelfth stroke struck my naked flesh and I squealed at the raw agony that suffused my soul, breath hissing from my nostrils as I tried to keep some semblance of control.

"Now you may come, slave," whispered Miss Thorne, bending down until her words hissed directly into my ear. Her hands roamed across my bare bottom, squeezing and smoothing the abused flesh and then she started to spank me, encouraging me to drive in and out of the tight little anal eye. My breath wafted over Rachel's exposed neck as I rammed into her, feeling her shiver with each lunge then cry out. Her pleas meant nothing to me as lust overwhelmed me; only the rippling tightness of her anal walls sucking on my shaft and the deep heat suffusing my shaft even through the rubber sheath impinged on my consciousness. Hard smacks drove me forward and sweat dripped off me as the sun bathed our conjoined bodies in radiance. Desire and heat flooded through me as Miss Thorne spanked my buttocks, making them glow and I finally lost control, grunting like a pig as I poured out my offering into Rachel's quivering anal inlet. I felt the first jet erupt and pain shot through me as my cock shaft bulged and the sheath pressed harder against the tender flesh. Pleasure matched the pain as I emptied my balls into her bottom, mashing my cock forward into her heat and almost crying as I did so. A rain of smacks encouraged me to thrust deeper and harder still as I continued to come and then I was drained and I fell forward onto Rachel's smooth skin, breath rasping in my ears as I tried to recover.

"Next time perhaps the roles will be reversed!" murmured Miss Thorne as she stood up after unclipping my cuffs. So sure of her control was she that she did not refasten them as I inched backwards and allowed my still hard cock, blood trapped inside by the tightness of the rubber sheath, to slide out of Rachel's slippery anus. A rush of white frothy spunk followed as my thick purple helmet slid out and then my head was grasped powerfully and I was pushed forward as Miss Thorne instructed me to lick up my own mess. Horror and distaste flooded through me and I swallowed hard at the thought and yet there was something oddly inviting about the prospect and so I allowed her to thrust my face further forward until I felt the slippery liquid on my lips. Still with some reluctance, I eased my tongue out and began to lick, shivering deep inside with shame at the taste of my own seed mixed with Rachel's natural fluids. Desire overcame my humiliation and I tongued the still-pulsing anal eye with enthusiasm as more of my creamy spunk dribbled out, staining the pinky-brown ring with ivory bubbles. I lost count of the time as I licked fervently and then my face was pushed further down and I felt the ultimate softness of Rachel's soaked slit against my questing tongue.

It was heaven to taste Rachel there and I sighed deep in my throat as my tongue slithered along her pussy lips, feeling their slickness as I teased them apart and found her swollen clitoris waiting eagerly. Her body stiffened as I teased it with the very tip of my tongue and then shuddered and she pushed back against me, almost smothering me in her heat and wetness. I fastened my lips around her bud and sucked it hard and she squealed out her delight and desire, wriggling back fervently into me as she came. Dribbles of sweet juice flowed over my chin and mouth and I sucked on greedily, feeling the tiny clitoris vibrate in between my lips as powerful pulses of desire flooded through her. Her cries became louder and more vociferous as each surge passed through her until finally she quietened and her body slumped forward in total release, grass brushing over her soft skin as she lay flat out.

"Back to your kennel, boy!" snapped Miss Thorne and I meekly obliged her, no thought of rebelling even though my hands were free for the first time in ages. She clipped the chains back onto my collar, tethering me securely but then took off the handcuffs, freeing my wrists for the first time in ages. Much to my delight, Miss Thorne placed her fingers on my cock and swiftly stripped off the restraining sheath and I groaned with satisfaction as the tightness was removed. Carrying the sheath disdainfully between her finger and thumb, she walked back over to Rachel, prodded her into movement by using her toe and then made her open her mouth and take the liberally stained rubber inside. Then she helped her up off the grass and the pair of them disappeared inside the house and my mind tormented me with thoughts of what they might be doing as the hours dragged slowly by towards dusk.