Mistress Manor

Chapter Seven

Three days later Bridgett sat at her desk in the office under the bar going over the paperwork for the club. The numbers were looking good, alcohol sales were through the roof, the house was bringing in a good profit from the gambling, and the auction two nights ago had brought in close to two hundred thousand dollars.

She sat bent over the computer transferring the numbers on the screen into the leather ledger with her impeccable handwriting. She loved the convenience of modern technology that allowed you to keep track as well as transfer money with a few clicks of a mouse, but she still liked the back up of a written file.

Bridgett then wrote out the checks for their dealers and bartenders as well as Charlie, then updating everything and checking on their Cayman accounts she shut down the computer and stored the ledger in the fireproof safe.

Climbing the stairs, she came out of the office by a trip door hidden in the floor behind the bar. She stopped to pour herself a drink, and while sipping at it she wandered around the room. Absently skimming her fingers along the glossy surface of the bar, before weaving in and out of the tables.

The club was closed tonight, and she was holding a free play night, something she tried to hold once a week, a night when all their subs could play, but tonight there was something that had to be dealt with. One of their subs had been talking meanly of the pet her and Marcus had chosen, and mild reprimand had not work. So now as example must be made to quell any farther gossip Sighing heavily, she finished her drink, and went to get ready.

Grace sat at her vanity putting the last pin in her hair, tonight was a night that the Mistress held every week. A free play night is what she called it, a night where she gathered all subs in the ballroom that had couches, pillows, beds, and toys spread about, and she let her subs play. They could pleasure each other, or they could play with themselves, and the Mistress watched up on her throne so to speak with her pets, one was always Marcus, and for the last year and a half the other was Grace.

Sighing she shivered as she slipped a slim metal collar around her throat and secured it with a tiny pad lock. Staring into the mirror she stroked the cool metal, these where the only nights the Mistress required that she wear the collar. It claimed her as taken, though she could play with the others she was the only one of two who needed to gain permission to play. Marcus also wore a collar on these nights and needed permission to play.

When Grace entered the ballroom, she saw the Mistress up on her platform with Marcus lounging beside her his collar a thicker version of hers. When she scanned the room, she saw that she was the last to arrive tonight, the others were already lounged out playing or watching. The soft moans of early arousal sounding under the soft music that played. Aside from her and Marcus there where thirty subs in the house right now, ten males and twenty females all wearing different colors of sheer silk showing their level of training, the lighter the color the newer the subs. With her head up Grace walked to the platform and knelt on the first step.

“You’re late.” Mistress said this with disappointment in her voice.

“Forgive me Mistress.” Grace said and left it at that, she knew the Mistress wouldn’t accept any excuses.

“Come here.”

Grace ascended the steps and knelt once again.

Marcus watched the Mistress’s face as she stared at Grace, though passive he could tell she was looking to dole out a punishment, the set of her lips was firm and unforgiving, and the flash in her eyes meant trouble.

Mistress got up and walked to Grace staring down at her she could see the set of her subs shoulders as she waited. Reaching down she stroked her knuckles down Grace’s pale smooth cheek before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Why did you not tell me what was happening pet? Have you not learned you can come to me with anything?”

She stood up straight again. “That you should have come to me with this.”

With that Mistress walked off the platform and to the middle of the room causing all actives to stop. Her eyes scanned the room touching on each face before moving on. She knew she made an imposing sight, her sable hair was piled atop her head, her piercing green eyes lined heavily in black could seem to bore down to the darkest corners of your soul, her scarlet lips set in a firm line. The corset of wine red and black she wore pushed her firm tits together and up creating a nice resting place for the large ruby pendent around her neck, A jewel that Marcus had given to her when they had parted ways all those years ago, she cherished it more than anything she owned. The skirt she wore was jet black with two slits running up the front to end at her hip bones revealing her tones thighs, add six-inch stilettos and all her subs strived to obey her every command.

“As all of you know these nights are usually ones for the enjoyment of playing with each other, but I am afraid that tonight an example must be made.” She paused as a collective gasp sounded through the room.

She didn’t normally set examples in front of everyone like this. Punishments she felt were best done in private; after all it was well behaved subs you wanted to present to the public. But when one goes against all that their taught and then wants it to spread like a disease an example must be made.

“Lilith, come stand before me.”

Lilith stood with a defiant look on her face and walked to the Mistress and locked eyes.

“I’ve done nothing wro…”

The strike came with no warning cutting her off mid word and splitting her lip with the force.

Then the Mistress had her by the throat and squeezed enough to have her eyes going wide and her breath gasping to reach her lunges.

“You have done something wrong, you insolent child and now you must learn, or leave. The choice will be yours after tonight.”

Releasing her Mistress watched Lilith fall to her knees with a hand at her throat where red marks were already starting to form, and without taking her eyes off the sub Mistress spoke.

“Marcus bring the table, and pet turn around.”

Marcus went to the side of the platform as Grace turned to face the room, and he carried a small table over to set it beside his Mistress.

“Mistress are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered soft enough so only she could hear.

The look she sent him was cold as ice and sent dread coursing through his veins. Sighing he bowed his head and began to back away. But one word stopped him in his tracks.

“Stay.”

Mistress grabbed Lilith’s wrist and forced her to her feet roughly binding her wrists in front of her. When she saw Lilith’s, eyes go wide she spoke again.

“Marcus blind her.”

“Yes Mistress.” Marcus picked up the blindfold and went to secure it around the sub’s eyes. That done he went back to stand by the table and wait.

Grace watched the Mistress secure Lilith’s arms to a hook above her head and undress her revealing a pale torso with pierced nipples, and something niggled at the back of Grace’s memory. Mistress stood there for what felt like an eternity before moving back and picking something off the table as she went. Grace saw Lilith tense then gasp as Mistress applied tight clamps to her peeked nipples. When Mistress pinched and rolled them between her fingers Lilith cried out. Then Mistress spoke.

“You defy me at every turn, is that what you believe subs should do?”

Squeezing harder. “Speak.”

“No.” Lilith gritted out.

Mistress stepped back and around smacking her ass.

“No what.”

“No Mistress.”

Coming back to Lilith’s nipples she pinched them again, leaning down to bite the swell of the sub’s breast.

“You try and convince the other subs to defy me as well. Then you talk down about my chosen pet.”

Releasing the nipples again and moving behind her she raked her nails down Lilith’s back leaving dark red welts in her path.

Reaching for the flogger she started a steady punishing rhythm; the sub was silent at first then started whimpering as the number of blows grew. Then one final harsh blow across her ass ripped a scream from the sub’s lips.

“Who do you belong to?” She demanded.

“You Mistress.” Another sharp blow.

“How do you act in my house?”

“With obedience.” Another blow landed.

“What was that?” she growled.

“With obedience Mistress.” Three blows came down.

“Better…What happens when you disobey?” Mistress asked changing the flogger for something else.

“I get punished Mistress.” Lilith screamed when Mistress thrust a dildo into her tight wet channel.

Marcus watched Mistress fuck Lilith with the glass cock, thrusting it in and out over and over. He had only seen her like this once before, shortly after They had started training subs together. A young sub had been killed due to carelessness, and the Mistress had revealed a cold fury that he had never seen. Thinking back now that had been a swift punishment and banishment from the manor, but this, this was methodical.

Mistress watched the subs body langue and right before the sub could cum Mistress pulled the dildo out and backed away.

Lilith hung there panting trying to get a handle on things, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t process. The only thing coming to her mind was that that goody goody bitch Grace had said something. Grace seemed to be the goody goody everywhere she went, though Lilith doubted Grace knew they had been trained by the same Master. Then she heard Mistress’s voice.

“Marcus stand at her right.”

“Robert at her left.” She called to one of the other males.

“Kneel.” She said to both of them, switching toys again.

When they obeyed, she took Lilith’s knees in turn and placed them on a shoulder, opening her pussy to the room.

“Grab her ankles.” She commanded when Lilith started to squirm, and smacked her throbbing pussy with a paddle, drawing forth another scream. Putting the paddle down Mistress picked up a wand and placed it just close enough for her to get the barest of vibrations that left her panting and waiting for an orgasm.

Grace stared with a mix of sympathy, horror, fascination, and need coursing through her body, as the Mistress brought Lilith to the edge with a wand only to deny her that final fall. Over and over the Mistress did this as Lilith thrashed against her restraints screaming and mumbling incoherently. Finally, Mistress put the wand down and released the nipple clamps ripping another scream from the sub.

“Marcus release her and take her to the bottom chamber.” She put the clamps back on the table.

“Everyone else back to your chambers, the night is over.”

They all rose and exited the hall without a word. And in a dark corner of the room a male sub watched with loathsome fire in his eyes, thinking he had found himself an ally in his plan to end this rain.

Conner fallowed the last sub from the room watching Marcus release Lilith from her chains and carry her out.

When Marcus saw the male sub staring, he hardened his expression and barked a command.

“Back to your chamber.”

Conner glared a moment longer before bowing his head and leaving the hall.

Marcus fallowed the male sub and watched him return to his chamber with a fuzzy memory in the back of his mind, before carrying Lilith to the bottom chamber, laying Lilith on the bed he lightly bound her wrists above her head. Then went in search of Bridgett.

Conner entered his chamber and waited twenty minutes before sneaking out of the manor to find a sweet young morsel to play with, the submitting shit was getting rather tiresome.

When Marcus found her thirty minutes later, she was lounged out naked but for the ruby pendent he had given her on a chaise in the parlor with a drink in her hand staring into a raging fire. He stood there and really looked at her, it had been a long time since he had had the chance to just look at her, and what he saw was breath taking. It had been decades since they had first meet in the run-down tavern, but she was still a site to behold especially naked. Her firm full breasts with their dark nipples that seemed to beg to be sucked on, her flat belly he loved to stroke, and the gentle flare of her hips inviting a man to grip. The brand on her left hip was a new acquirement since they had parted ways and he had yet to hear how she got it, but it only tempted him to lick and suck at her hip.

“Is it done?” She asked without taking her eyes from the flames.

“It’s done with her wrists loosely bound. No touching for her tonight.” He said this as he went and poured himself a drink.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He asked softly

“She’s disrespecting the rules we set, an example must be made.” She said this taking a sip from her drink.

“Or should I just have let it go? Would you have?” She looked at him then with a question in her eyes, before looking back into the fire.

He hissed slightly as he took the first sip of his drink and the fine single malt slid down his throat. Well, if you couldn’t find virtue in the Mistress you could certainly find it in her impeccable taste for single malt scotch. Swirling it and taking another sip before setting it on the table by the wing back chair closet to her, he unhooked his collar setting it aside, and removed his pants before sitting down. She hadn’t moved except for that turn of her head since he walked into the room.

“Bridgett what’s eating at you love?” He asked softly.

Well that at least got her to fully look at him, as he watched her slowly turn her head.

“And what makes you think something’s eating at me?” She asked.

“Not only do to the fact you went scary Dom on one of our subs tonight, but I also think it has something to do with why you beat me to a pulp six months ago.”

When all she did was stare, he continued.

“I know Grace is one of the special ones, but why did a Dom asking for a sub, and a whiny greedy snotty sub set you off so badly?”

Bridgett seemed to think about that before she finally answered. And it wasn’t anything close to the answer he thought it would be.

“For one, you promised that we would do this together when we started this house.” She stared at him with a wounded look in her eyes.

And then she went off.

“She reminds me of someone Marcus, a girl I met in the training house I lived in shortly after we parted ways, but it’s impossible.” Shoving up from the chaise she began to pace.

“she was maybe in her mid-twenties when we went up through the steps together, hell she did just as well as I did when they taught us to dominate. But she looks the same as when I last saw her, and those purple eyes.”

Turning toward him, she looked so lost. He had never seen that look on her face before. In all the times he’d dominated her and even the times he had gotten her to lose control completely, she’d never looked lost.

Even the first time he had seen her in that tavern, it was a determination to survive, not a lost helpless look he had seen. Even though he knew the lost helpless feeling was there.

“Have you tried talking to Grace about… do you remember the name of the girl who went through the training with you?” He asked as he stilled her pacing with a gentle hand on her arm.

“No, I haven’t talked to her, she’d think I was crazy that was more than twenty years ago, and we didn’t go by names they gave us numbers.” She said leaning in as he began to rub her back in slow gentle circles.

His poor lost girl, would she ever get pasted that feeling of being left? Tilting her head up he took her mouth in a deep kiss, taking all her pain and distress on himself, while leading her back to the chaise. Laying back on the chaise himself he pulled her to straddle his lap. Starting with slow strokes up her thighs he worked his hands up her body watching her arch into him and purr at the contact. He loved watching her surrender, to give in to his silent demands, this fascinating woman who he had taught to control as well as let go, and when she trusted him enough to take her to the special place subs went, it was truly intoxicating. Kneading her tits, he watched her eyes close, and her mouth open on a low moan of need. Leaning forward he took a hardened nipple into his mouth and suckled it like a newborn finding his momma’s tit for the first time hungry and greedy. Pinching and rolling the other between his fingers. Listening to her whimper and moan while she rolled her hips restlessly against him was making his already hard cock harden to the point of pain, sliding his free hand around to grip her ass he pulled her tighter against him circling his hips at the same time to slid against her soaking wet core. The moan turned into a whimper when he moved a finger to the tight entrance of her ass and teased, when her body jerked, he pulled his hand back and smacked her firm ass before biting down then pulling away from her tit.

“You know I think I’ve let you take control for too long my love, you’re not getting all you need, and so tonight I’m in control.” He said this as he rose setting her on her feet in front of him.

“Now my prefect little sub get your fine ass over to that spanking bench.” He swatted said ass and walked over to the cabinet in the corner trusting her to obey.

Bridgett didn’t really know what was going on, she couldn’t seem to get her mind straight. It was all a jumbled mess of chaos and need. She knew Lilith’s actions shouldn’t have bothered her so much, and that Marcus would never go through with what he asked without letting her in on it all too. Maybe this is what she needed, maybe it was past time for her to let him take control for a while. So, she walked quietly over to the bench and positioned herself facing away from the cabinet he had walked to.

He pulled a handful of items out of the cabinet and then picked up his drink again before making his way to the bench, placing the items on a table just out of her line of site. Taking one more sip of his drink before putting it down beside a wooden paddle that had little heart cutouts on it. He then took his time walking around the table strapping her down touching, petting, and stroking as he went. Wondering, did he not convey his intentions right? Or were they really that far out of sync? They had always done everything together, since the first day he took her home. They had learned and grown together taking on lovers at a whim teaching them, fucking them. But it had always been the two of them. What had happened to his sweet and fiery Bridgett in their time apart?

Finished with strapping her down and back at the table near her fine ass he stroked his hands up the backs of her thighs, and gripped her cheeks spreading them wide letting the cool air hit her hot wet core before he bent his head and licked her swollen folds. He laughed against her flesh and repeated the path he had taken when she gasped and bucked again her bonds. Over and over, he continued his assault until she was whimpering and panting with need. He did one more slow sweep of his tongue ending with a flick at her puckered ass, before standing up and picking up the oil from the table as he went. Sliding a finger between her cheeks he watch her jerk again as the cold oil spilled over her heated flesh and as his finger became coated he slowly worked it into her tight ass coating the walls by pumping and rotating his finger in and out and around when he felt her relax he slid his finger free and picked up the plug coating it in oil he then began to work it into her ass, and when it finally slipped in he soothed her cheeks before bringing his hand down in a hard smack on first the right then the left cheek ripping a cry and a moan from her lips. He then worked his fingers back down through her folds to rub and pinch her throbbing clit, and when she started to wiggle and try to find more of something thrusting and grinding against his hand he pulled away and walked to her head. Gripping her hair with his clean hand he forced her head back and thrust his fingers wet with her need deep into her mouth.

“Suck them clean love.” He said and fucked her mouth with his fingers, then pulling them out made her lick her cream off his palm before he leaned down and kissed her thrusting his tongue deep before pulling away again. Leaving her panting and whimpering with desire.

At her ass once again, he pulled an ice cube out of his glass and started drawing slow leisurely patterns on her low back and ass. He watched goose bumps pebble her skin, and shivers start coursing through her, and when the cube got just small enough, he let it slide down between her crack and melt on the base of the steel plug, causing the whimpers to turn into gasps.

“So pretty.” He said stroking warmth across her back and ass.

“How many do you want love?” He asked kneading her ass now.

When all he got from her was whimpers, he pulled back and smacked one side. “Words, love.”

“I don’t know.” She whined trying to arch into his light touch.

“I need a number…or would you like me to choose?” He said letting her feel the fullness of his hands.

“You choose.” She said without hesitation.

“I trust you, take me where I need to be.” She sounded so desperate and lost at the same time.

“Do you really love?” He asked sliding his hand up her back to grip her hair and pull her head back.

“Yes.” She said on a breath.

Marcus made an absentminded noise before he released her hair and reached for the wooden paddle, and without warning brought it down across the tops of her thighs. Getting a scream from her lips. A second and third got gasping cries, and the fourth and fifth got low moans. When he replaced the paddle with the flogger, he got a whimper when he ran it up her heated red ass and across her back as he walked to her head.

When he got there, he left the flogger lying across her back with the strands spread and falling over her ass, then gathering her hair in a tight grip he brought her head up to stare into her eyes. And taking his hard cock in his other hand, he began to stroke it up and down nice and slow.

“See what you do to me love.” Squeezing it just a little harder as a drop formed at the tip.

“Open your mouth and give me your tongue.” When she obeyed, he slid his shaft along her tongue, coating it in her saliva.

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth love?” He asked when he pulled it out and let the tip flick the end of her tongue leaving that drop of flavor in her mouth when she closed it to answer him.

“Please.” She said straining against his grip to get closer.

His hand moved from her hair to her throat as he crouched down and gripped her throat. “Please what?”

“Please Master.” She gasped

“Good girl.” He kissed her before standing again taking her hair in hand once more, and without a word placed his tip at her mouth and thrust deep when she opened for him and stopped. Then when he saw no discomfort from her, he fucked her mouth until he came in jetting spurts down her throat.

When he calmed some, he picked up the flogger and with his cock still in her mouth began a steady rhythm increasing the force with each blow, and as she moaned, whimpered, and gasped around his cock, he slowly felt himself getting hard again. On the twentieth blow when she shrieked around his cock, he pulled free, dropping the flogger, and releasing her hair he walked behind her again he gripped her hair and thrust into her wet pussy fucking her until she came over and over. On the third time he felt her convulse around him he smacked her hip and came with a jerk hard enough to move the bench a few inches then collapsed on her back panting.

Rousing himself enough finally he unlatched her bound body and pulled the plug from her ass then hauled her over to the chaise. Drifting off to sleep he held her close.

When he came to, he didn’t know how much how much time had passed. Bridgett was on her knees sucking his once again hard cock, Stroking with her hands as she sucked the tip deep into her mouth over and over working him up until he jerked up thrusting deeper causing her to gag around him; that’s when he grabbed her hair and forced her head back.

“You want my dick love?” He stared into her eyes for a moment, and then went on without waiting for an answer.

“Then we do it my way tonight. Put your hands behind your back.” Taking his shaft in hand when she complied.

He guided her head back down making her take all of him deep as he helped her fuck him using the hand gripping her hair bobbing her head up and down, over, and over until he came again, but he pulled her back just before, so he came all over her golden tits.

“Crawl that fine ass over by the fire love.” He said releasing her hair and leaning back.

He then picked up her forgotten drink and slowly finished it as he watched her lay there before him.

Finishing it off he slowly slid to the floor and stalked over to her, spreading her legs wide as he came up between them. With his eyes still on hers he leaned down and licked her oh so wet folds, flicking at her clit when he reached the top.

“Fucking hell.” She hissed and her hips bucked up to meet his mouth in a hard grind.

He then released one leg and slapped his palm down on her pussy.

“No moving. Or do I need to bind you again?” He said this with the lightest of caresses to her assaulted flesh before positioning himself once more to lick and tease.

She hissed when he reached her clit again this time sucking it into his mouth, but she didn’t move.

He felt her stomach quivering as he sucked on her clit rolling it back and forth between his lips before gently nipping with his teeth and going back down to start again. The fourth time he came back up to her clit and sucked it into his mouth he thrust two fingers deep into her gripping channel and fucked her until she screamed and started begging him to stop. That’s when he came up her body and replaced his fingers with his cock and fucked her over and over until she screamed one last time, and he stilled then jerked against her as he came again.

Rolling off her and onto his back he pulled her to his side and stroking his hand over her hair said a single word.

“Sleep.”

Bridgett felt the dream coming on but was trapped and helpless to do anything about it, when it crashed into her, she braced herself for what came.

The cell she was trapped in was cold and dark and she could feel the dampness on her naked flesh, would they come for her? What would they do to her when they did? This helplessness was nauseating, and the fear of not knowing what would happen to her left her fearing every little thing. The torture didn’t really scare her anymore she was able to numb her mind to the pain, it was the comments and remarks that left her fearing everything the most. They say she was a witch, a descendant of the devil, but how and why, she had survived a plague, a disease that had killed most of the village and they condemn he to this torture for it. They came for her then strapping her to the table, the piously righteous men using her body as they sliced at her flesh with cold steel trying to purge the devil from her body with their cocks in ways, they never used them with their righteous wives, and with tears seeping from her eyes she sot oblivion.

The dream shifted; she was clawing free of a shallow grave surrounded by the charred bodies of the dead villagers. Then to the night she met Marcus in that run-down tavern. Image after image, them in bed, the first time he had restrained her, to the first time he had let her dominate him. Over and over the different stages of their relationship, till shifting finally to the time they had been apart.

Bridgett was bound in a line of serval other women and two silent masked men coming down the line, one exposing the hipbone of each woman while the other laid a searing brand to the flesh and if you talked or screamed you got backhanded hard enough to spilt your lip. When they reached her, she closed her eyes and absorbed the pain breathing through it.

“Welcome to the training house.” She heard a short time later.

“You will be shown to a bunk and the number on it shall be what you’re called, and your training will begin tomorrow.”

Scenes from the training house flashed through her mind like a film in fast forward slowing as she watched the purple eyed sub leave the training house then flashing to six of the other subs’ dead on the floor of the great hall, then to the night she fled the house of the lord she had been sold to and went to find Marcus again.

When Bridgett jerked awake Marcus was there kissing and stroking her, making soothing noises while rolling her to her back and fucking her until she passed out, back into the oblivion of sleep.