Madsen stepped out of his Baker Street office into the
sunshine. What he liked best about being rich and being the boss was the
freedom it gave him to do what he liked, when he liked. Madsen never had
liked convention. Being told that things were done that way because they
had always been done that way was guaranteed to bring out the defiant
side of his nature. Because he always read the stock market correctly
and his investments paid huge dividends, his success meant that his maverick
nature was tolerated by the establishment. Their greed overcoming their
prejudices. In 1911 when he arrived in England, he'd opened a small office
in the city but the atmosphere of the 'Square Mile' choked him! When he
came out of the army in 1919, he moved the office to Baker Street. Handy
for his home in St.John's Wood, handy still, for the City and not that
far from Madam Estelle's discreet house in Kensington Gardens, a place
he frequently visited. He staffed his office almost exclusively with the
widows and daughters of the men he had served with in France. He paid
them the same rate as men were earning in equivalent positions. His staff
were good, very good. Certainly as good as any man would be. They were
loyal and discreet. If they had any suspicions about Madsen's time away
from the office, it never showed.
His appointment with Estelle wasn't for some time. He walked slowly along
Oxford Street and onto the Bayswater Road, crossing into Kensignton Gardens.
Finding an empty bench he sat in the sunshine. The hustle and bustle of
the main roads far behind him. A few pedestrians and the birdsong was
all there was to disturb his thoughts. He looked at his watch. 10 more
minutes sitting here then a 5 minute walk to the house. Madsen was feeling
uneasy. He craved the discipline the beautiful young red head administered
to him and he had been totally fixated with her. Since his visit to Oxhey
Manor Hall and his meeting with the beautiful Ruth, his feelings were
confused. Since then he'd visited Cambridge and taken Ruth punting on
the Cam, they'd dined together and had a great day. The pretty brunette
was creeping more and more into his thoughts. His palms were always sweaty
as he rang the bell at Estelle's house but today his heart was also pounding.
The maid showed him into the library and took the payment from him. Estelle
had promised him this would be a Schoolroom fantasy visit and Madsen smiled
to himself as he thought that if all Headmistresses were as pretty as
Estelle, then schoolboys up and down the land would be queuing up outside
the Head's office for six of the best!
Madsen could hear footsteps on the stairs and approaching down the hall.
More than one person. Three girls entered the library. They were all wearing
the same outfits. Long black leather gloves, black leather corsets and
knee high lace up black boots. In addition all three were wearing black
leather cat masks. He guessed one was Abigail. The other two brunettes
were new to him. His eyes were drawn to their dark triangles of pubic
hair. None of the three was wearing knickers! 'Strip' snapped Abigail.
Madsen hesitated. Schoolboys didn't report naked to the headmistress.
He felt very uneasy. 'Strip!' repeated Abi. 'Strip here and strip now!'
she emphasised the 'Now'. As Madsen began to undress, the three girls
stood around him. Three sets of dark eyes scrutinized him. Despite his
nervousness, being naked in the company of three naked girls had given
him a semi erection. He tried to cover it with his hands. 'Turn around'
said one of the unknown brunettes. As he did so his arms were pinned behind
his back with some sort of leather strap. 'Jus' like the one they use
when they 'angs people' said the third girl. 'Madam 'ad it made special,
she did' she continued. Madsen now felt very vulnerable. A collar and
lead were put round his neck. Soft leather gloves grasped his biceps.
Abi lead the way upstairs. With a girl either side of him, Madsen did
feel like a man being led to the gallows. Upstairs, along the corridor,
the door to the end room was open. Estelle was pacing across the room;
she looked up at the clacking of the approaching heels. She did not look
happy. Madsen felt himself swallow uncomfortably.
Abi led him to a spot in front of Estelle and pushed him to his knees.
The door closed behind him. He looked up at the gorgeous red head. As
always her hair in a high pony tail. Black leather corset, Dragoon Boots,
her red minge neatly trimmed and on show. She too hidden behind a cat
mask. Her hands encased in well worn, short black leather riding gloves.
In her hands a wicked looking riding crop. 'Well, well Madsen do come
in' her icy tone was full of menace. The two girls Madsen didn't recognise
went and stood either side of Estelle's throne like chair. He guessed
Abi was behind him at the door. Estelle returned to her chair and pointed
at a spot in front of it. 'Here' she commanded. He started to get up off
his knees, 'No! On your knees……….!' Estelle spat out the words. Careful
not to over balance, Madsen crawled over to the spot. 'Kiss my boots'
she hissed. Madsen leant forward, with his arms pinioned behind him; Madsen
leant down awkwardly to kiss the boots. He felt Estelle lean forward and
then 3 rapid strokes of the crop, lashed down his buttocks causing him
to gasp out loud. 'I didn't tell you to stop' snapped Estelle and to emphasise
the point, a further two blows warmed his rear. 'I'm very unhappy with
you Madsen, very!' He couldn't think what had happened. A leather gloved
hand pulled his hair, lifting his head. Behind the mask, Estelle's eyes
glowed with a fiery intensity. 'I haven't had a very good day………….have
I Milly?' Estelle's question brought a tearful sobbing answer from across
the room. Madsen had his head jerked round to see. Poor Milly was strapped
down across the whipping block. Madsen could see the poor creature had
received a most severe whipping. Her bottom was covered in welts and ridges.
Madsen knew she'd been caned as well as cropped and probably beaten with
a buggy whip. Her red eyes told him she'd been crying for some time. 'Oh
Ma'am, it hurts so, please may I get some cream for it…..?' Milly's pleading
voice cut no ice with the angry domme.
Madsen's hair was released and he squatted back looking at the Mistress
as she walked to the side of the chair and French kissed one of the girls
he didn't recognise. Her leather clad fingers rubbing the girl’s clit
causing her to moan with pleasure. It was a long kiss that only ended
when the girl's body quivered in orgasm. Estelle pushed the girl's head
down to her own ginger bush and leant back against the chair as the girl
began to lick at her mistress. 'My special friend her Madsen, my VERY
special friend' Estelle's voice was horsey as she became more aroused.
'Oooh, ooo,……….' Estelle's head shook back and forth. Clearly her special
friend knew just how to arouse the Mistress. Madsen watched as the Red
head quivered from head to toe. She pushed the girls head hard into her
pubis. A deep sigh left her lips. She looked at Madsen. 'She's all mine
Madsen and I can be very possessive, can't I Milly?' the domme looked
across at the block. 'Yes, madam' whimpered Milly. 'You see Madsen, we
were 'playing' I left her……….' Estelle stopped and again kissed the girl'…….blindfolded
and tied to the cross, when I returned, Milly was greedily licking her
pussy. You thought it was me didn't you my darling….?' Another deep long
kiss. 'Milly hadn't heard me return. Caught out, taking my things again.
So she had to be whipped very severely………..and I haven't decided yet whether
or not she's had enough….' An evil smile lit up the domme's face. Milly
simply broke down in tears and begging pleas poured from her mouth. 'You
know Madsen that Milly is a very dirty girl don't you?' Madsen could confirm
that and nodded. 'I offered her the chance to leave my employ and work
the streets but she begged me to keep her on here. I warned her of the
whipping to come and how much it would hurt but she begged me for it didn't
you Milly.? The sobbing girl nodded. 'What did you say Milly?' the domme
was now behind the girl, still with her crop in her hand. 'Please whip
my bare bottom Ma'am' repeated the girl. 'Yes I shall' answered the red
head and 7 stinging blows from her crop landed on Milly's already throbbing
rear. The girls shrieks made Madsen quail.
'Frances!' the other girl came and knelt by her Mistress 'Yes Ma'am' 'Fetch
2 dildos'. The girl retuned with them. 'You wear one, I'll have the other'
her mistress instructed her. 'Abigail, release Madsen's arms and strap
him across the other block. Madsen's relief at having his arms free was
brief. They were quickly strapped down on the block. His legs too. Without
ceremony or word Estelle set about beating him. The wall of pain hurtled
down on Madsen as Estelle rained blows on his defenceless backside, she
only paused to catch her breath. Tears of pain rolled down Madsen's cheeks.
Estelle walked over to the rack of canes and whips and took a long dark
kooboo cane. Walking behind him she simply said '12'. 12 blades of white
hot fire burnt into his rump. Madsen cried out in pain. The domme walked
back to the rack. Madsen's gasping breaths and Milly's quiet sobs were
the only sounds. Slowly and deliberately the red head selected her next
implement. From a huge vase on the floor she selected a birch. Swishing
in through the air she shook the excess water off it. She walked over
to Milly. The girl simply wailed in resignation. A dozen strokes flayed
her backside. Even while the girl was still bucking from the agonies of
the birch, Estelle crossed over to Madsen and gave him 2 dozen strokes.
Madsen heard himself pleading with all his might for mercy, all to no
avail.
Estelle walked over to her precious girlfriend and led her across to Madsen.
'Like a dog' she whispered. The unknown masked girl knelt down in front
of Madsen. She stuck her rump out ready for her mistress. Her face was
now very close to his. Her gloved hand reached up and pinched his cheeks.
She laughed. Estelle knelt behind her and pushed the strap-on deep into
her cunt. The girl's head dropped and she gasped at the insertion. Her
gloved fingers grasped the edge of the block. Madsen could smell the leather
and feel her breath as she gasped with each thrust. 'Please Estelle, have
him whipped for me……….' she gasped out the words. Estelle stopped her
thrusting. She squeezed the girl’s breasts. 'Abi' she commanded 'cane
him until she comes' Madsen closed his eyes. Abi walked to the rack and
selected a crook handled senior school cane. 'Proper hard strokes Ma'am?'
asked the girl as she walked back. 'Oh yes' answered Estelle, 'very, very
hard!' Estelle smiled as she pumped the dildo deep into the girl.Swoosh,
crack! Abi's first stroke was as full blooded as any he'd had that day.
Madsen cried out in pain. 'Please!' he heard himself cry. Swoosh, swoosh,
swoosh! Abi laid into him with gusto. Madsen looked at the girl in front
of him, each blow sent waves of pain across his face. Behind the mask
the cold dark eyes shone with pleasure, his pain was growing her pleasure.
She was close to orgasm, he could tell, but still the cane rained down
on his backside.A white hot poker of a blow landed right in his undercleft.
The grunt and gasp of agony came deep from his belly, ’ Good girl Abi,
harder harder' grunted the girl before him. Madsen recognised the voice,
but from where……….?' The girl could read his mind, she ripped off the
mask as she climaxed. 'Oh yes!!!' she screamed. Her head dropped, panting
hard. Still Estelle pounded into her. Madsen's stomach knotted tighter
than he'd ever known. It was one of the twins, but which one, Rachel or
Ruth? Madsen couldn't tell. They looked identical and sounded identical.
The twin read his thoughts and laughed out loud. Then fixing him with
a stare, her leather gloved hand slapped him hard across the face. Deep
animal arousal was in her eyes. Estelle stopped her thrusting. 'Do you
want to fuck him darling' she asked. 'No my love but I'd like to see him
fucked' she replied. Estelle nodded to Frances. Madsen could feel butter
being applied to his reluctant anus. Then the pain as Frances penetrated
him. Madsen surrended to the girl to minimise the pain. He and twin watched
each other being pounded. Tears welled up in Madsen's eyes. Was this Ruth?
Was this the girl he was falling for? Was Ruth a lesbian? The twin shuddered,
gasped and came again. Frances continued to ram into his arse. Estelle
and the twin entwined together of the floor. Estelle now fucking the girl
missionary style. Frances pulled the dildo out, leaving Madsen gasping.
After the girl came again Estelle got up and took off the dildo. The girl
lay sated on the floor. Her brown hairy bush a vivid gash as the labia
spread wide. Estelle helped her up. They hugged each other. Madsen couldn't
bear it. The twin walked across to Abi and took the cane from her. 'Do
you recall I said I wouldn't forget you, getting my Ruthy, a swishing……..'
It was Rachel. Relief swept through Madsen. Madsen tried to look at Rachel
but she was out of sight. 'I said, do you remember?' her voice was irritated.
Madsen nodded. 'Well these are for Ruthy'. 24 slow hard strokes were laid
on by the twin. Madsen was weeping at the end. This session had morphed
from pleasure to torment. The 4 women left the room, leaving Milly and
Madsen alone. 'You alright sir?' asked Milly. Madsen nodded. 'That was
a proper whipping you had sir' Madsen had to agree. Way beyond anything
he had before. 'You too Milly' said Madsen. 'Me own fault sir, can't resist
a nice juicy pussy or a nice stiff cock ' despite the pain they both smiled.
Half an hour passed and footsteps could be heard coming along the passage.
The two servant girls untied them both. Madsen was led to the cross and
secured there. Frances spoke to him. 'Madam says I'm to suck your cock'
she got down on her knees. Her mouth soon had him hard. As her head bobbed
up and down, he saw Abi licking Milly's pussy for all she was worth. Abi
looked at him; 'Just kissing her better sir' she winked at him. Moments
later Frances was wiping his come from her lips as Milly shuddered to
her own orgasm. Madsen was released and painfully made his way downstairs
where he slowly dressed.
Footsteps approached. He turned and saw Estelle in the doorway. She walked
up to him and returned his fee. 'I think we both know that today was your
last visit here' her voice was very steady and matter of fact. 'Rachel
and I intend to move to Paris anyway. I feel everything Rachel does. She
blamed you for Ruth being caned. She hates her sister being hurt. I promised
to punish you for her. I always keep my promises!' she kissed his cheek.
'You didn't know I was a lesbian did you? I knew you thought you loved
me' she said 'but it would never work, you don't have a pussy!' her wink
was friendly. 'No doubt we'll meet at the wedding' she said. 'Goodbye
Madsen and good luck'. She turned and left the room. Abi showed him out.
As he gingerly stepped outside, he decided not to take a cab. Sitting
down wasn't an experience he wanted to rush into straight away. Taking
a long time walking home, his thoughts were clearing. His feelings for
Estelle were over. He wanted to see Ruth so badly at that moment but she
and Rachel were so very close, would Ruth know all his guilty secrets?
If she did would she still want him? Madsen knew then, he didn't want
to lose Ruth but could he keep her? When he got home he lay naked, face
down on his bed, a cold towel across his wounded bottom. His thoughts
were only for Ruth, he had to keep her. He did love her, he knew that
for sure now!
To be continued.