Fools for Lust (28 page)

‘You were going to tell me about the parties?'

‘There were two sorts. Once or twice a month, Anne-Louise would have friends, mostly other women, sometimes couples for drinks in the evening. I would be made to serve. Often would have to give evidence of my servility and accept a flogging or the caress of the whip. The guests would seldom become involved. This was more a demonstration of Anne-Louise's power over me. At most, I would have to display my body for their after-drinks recreation, allow them to touch, twist my breast rings, provide evidence of my absolute docility and obedience.'

‘What sort of people were these friends of Anne-Louise's?'

‘Professional, middle-class, middle-aged, the women were lesbian or bisexual but she would never loan me to them. Their fun with me was restricted to the games with me on that particular evening.'

‘The other parties?'

‘They were more extreme. Infrequent also. I think I only attended five. Usually took place on Saturday nights and ran through the night. Never at Anne-Louise's place, usually at plush residences somewhere in Brussels or in nearby towns. I never knew where exactly we were, as I was blindfolded by Anne-Louise as we neared the locations.'

‘Sounds frightening.'

‘It was. Anne-Louise said I now had to prove that I was fully trained as a sub and these parties would be my final test. I was eager to prove her confidence in me was well-placed and swore I would do everything I was told. It wasn't easy, but then I had little choice.'

‘What sort of people attended these parties?'

‘People like Anne-Louise. Genuine, experienced Masters. They were here to show off their slaves, male as well as female. We all wore collars and were forbidden to talk to each other as we were cuffed together awaiting our fate for the evening. Whatever happened to any of us, we were made to watch, and looking away would result in further punishment.'

‘What happened to you?'

‘Even now, I can't talk about many of the things that were done to me, or I was made to do to others.'

‘What can you reveal?'

‘Often the Masters would play games, make bets on us, pick cards for the humiliations that would be inflicted on us. A party night would seldom pass by without my not having been used in all holes by all the Masters present, male as well as female. On my first such party, my anal virginity was auctioned. I was blindfolded and made to kneel and suck every cock in the room, including the male slaves who were present. Unbeknown to me, the first one who managed to make me gag and retch would be designated to be the first to bugger me. I had successfully sucked three of the men and swallowed without heaving when I felt another place himself ahead of my mouth and heard sniggers across the room. I knew something was wrong right there and then. A voice behind me remarked that I might require some help, and my hair was brutally pulled back and my head pushed forward onto the expectant cock. He was so heavily hung that the pressure applied to the back of my head forced me to swallow him and he was shoved all the way into my throat. I couldn't breathe. My lips were stretched to their fullest around its thickness and no air could pass from my lungs to my mouth. I couldn't help being sick all over him right there and then. It had been a set-up. He was one of the young slaves and his penis had elephantine proportions. At the next party, I was told he measured 12 inches or more.'

‘Jesus!'

‘I had no choice. After being made to clean up the mess I had caused, I was installed at the centre of the room as all watched and the young boy sodomised me. It hurt badly. I bled for days. I even fainted halfway through and had to be revived with smelling salts. They had no pity on me. When it was over and I stumbled back to the far wall, where the other slaves were grouped, I noticed Anne-Louise had not remained in the room for the dubious ceremony. One of the other girls, she was a tall, red-haired beauty with ever so pale skin, whispered to me that she had gone through the same ordeal. They always chose the pimply young slave boy the enormous cock for a female slave's first experience of sodomy. Something about stretching us for further use. A Master saw her talking to me, chided her and announced this was one transgression too far. Could she not manage to keep her mouth closed long enough? Next time, she would be the one to be punished. She went paler than pale and tried to refrain her tears from flowing. I saw that she was terrorised. In the meantime, the young boy who had hurt me so much was now still the centre of attraction and being made to suck his own Master to hardness before he was made to kneel on all fours himself and His Master buggered him in turn.'

‘How could you accept such things, Thalie?'

‘Because Anne-Louise ordered me to and I was in love with her.'

‘The things we do for love ...'

‘I missed the next party. My anus was still bleeding days later and Anne had to take me to the doctor in Brussels to have two stitches put in to repair me. The doctor just smiled when he examined me, as if he knew exactly which cock had done the damage. Nicely dilated, was all he commented upon, just right for the rest of us now.'

‘He was an accomplice?'

‘Yes, a founding member of their circle. When I had healed sufficiently, he was the first to take me in the arse at an ensuing party.'

‘While you were being used by others at these parties, what did Anne-Louise do?'

‘She liked to whip and torture the other Masters' female slaves. I once had to watch her fist another girl who appeared to be even younger than me. She had never, until then, done that to me. The poor kid screamed so much they had to gag her, but Anne-Louise's cruelty knew no bounds and she kept on twisting her hand and pounding the kid's innards to jelly.'

‘You must have been scared by that?'

‘Yes, but not so much as the day I had to watch the tall red-haired girl being punished. She had accumulated too many faults, according to her Master and had to be made an example of. And all of us other slaves present were warned that if we even looked away one single second, a similar fate would befall us. It was awful.'

‘What did they do to her?'

‘She fought against them but she didn't stand a chance. It took four Masters to hold her down, while another brought in a huge dog ...'

‘No ...'

‘They placed her in the right position, kicked her legs apart and had the dog fuck her. Even now, I still have nightmares thinking of what I saw. Its paws scratched deep lines of blood across her back as it squatted over her and did the deed.'

‘God!'

‘That very moment, I swore I'd commit suicide if I ever allowed something like that to happen to me.'

‘I can imagine.'

‘Later, as the others played with the rest of us slaves, I saw her sobbing against the wall. They had connected her collar to the dog's leash and she sat there motionless while the animal greedily lapped up his own come which was still oozing out of her. I never saw her again. She was never brought to the other parties I attended, even though her erstwhile Master was present. Now, he had another woman.

‘What can I say, Thalie? And you were still only 17?'

‘After that night, I think Anne-Louise began to sense my unease about the sexual escalation in the relationship. A couple of days later, she stuck a Polaroid next to my bedside table. She had taken it when the red-haired girl was being violated by the large dog. This was clearly a warning to me not to doubt her resolve and dare any form of disobedience to her will. But we only attended two more special Saturday night parties during the course of the following six months, and nothing more untoward than sex and whippings occurred, as if the group knew they had crossed a dangerous borderline. At the final party Anne-Louise took me to, I could somehow feel her distancing herself from me already, but I did not wish to acknowledge that a page was about to be turned. That night, the tall pimply young slave boy with the uncommon endowment came up for punishment and I was fitted with a strap on and made to fuck him. I had never realised before I could switch from sub to becoming a most ferocious, vengeful dom. I plundered him with a vengeance. He also bled abundantly and I eventually had to be pulled away, out of him by Anne-Louise. She had of course used a strap-on on me on many occasions, but we had never switched; she was not into penetration.'

‘You said things were changing?'

‘For some time, Anne-Louise had hinted that the present she was planning for my 18th birthday would be unforgettable. Two months prior to the event, she took me again to the doctor in Brussels and my lips were pierced and the eight rings installed. I was told it would take some weeks to heal. Anne-Louise seldom used me in the weeks between my labial piercings, and often only returned home late with no word of explanation.'

‘So what did she actually gift you with for your 18th birthday?'

‘There was not even a greeting card in the morning. I slaved away in the kitchen all day and she came home around seven. She asked me to follow her to the bathroom, ordered me to undress, examined my rings and the now-fully healed piercings. I was told to close my eyes and felt her fit something across the rings. It was a special kind of safety pin which fits through both sets of four rings and closes with a miniature padlock, totally sealing entrance to my vagina. There was a kind of beauty to it, this chastity device whose usefulness I couldn't quite understand. Later she explained to me that she had tired of me, wished to install a new friend in the house. By fitting me with the padlock she would still control me from a distance. I was to leave her house the following day! I was dumbstruck. I cried for hours.'

They spend their final day in Manhattan together as normal lovers do.

They linger in bed, have breakfast sent up, touch, kiss, caress, talk about the weather.

He plans their day. They will lunch at a small Japanese sushi bar on the corner of 13th Street and 6th. She tells him she has never eaten raw fish before.

‘You'll see,' he reassures her. ‘It's nice.'

They will catch a movie at the Angelika, trawl Tower Records for the obscure country and western CDs still missing from his extensive collection, explore the quaint streets of Alphabet City and end up with a final meal in a cajun joint close to the Flatiron Building. Oysters, gumbo and whatever main entree catches her fancy.

‘Fattening me up, eh?' Thalie remarks.

‘Exactly, you're all bones and rings, my dear ...'

He's not sure if she appreciates the joke.

‘I'm off to shave.'

‘OK.'

When he returns from the bathroom, her face is flushed. Her eyes shift when he looks at her; she appears guilty.

‘What is it?' he asks her.

‘I've been bad.'

‘How?'

‘While you were washing, I touched myself.'

‘So?'

‘You didn't use me yesterday night. I needed relief.'

‘It's not a problem, Thalie.'

‘It's wrong for a slave to seek her own pleasure, without the consent of her Master. You must punish me.'

His heart sinks.

So this is the way it is.

He handcuffs her hands to the bedpost and arranges her nude body in the shape of an X across the soft green bed cover. She is not wearing the safety pin. As he widens the angle between her legs, her cunt gapes.

He hangs the “Don't Disturb” sign outside the door and leaves her in the room, captive, laid out like an offering.

He loiters around the reception area until he finds a suitable male. A German tourist, wealthy-looking but with no taste in clothes. At first, the man does not take him seriously, but he insists. They share a coffee in the breakfast room. He explains. They do the deal. He gives the German the card key to their room.

He has no wish to watch.

‘You have two hours,' he says. ‘Be out of the room by then. She is handcuffed. I have the keys with me. She will not speak, or cry, or scream.'

‘And I ...?' asks the German, begging for confirmation of his wildest dreams.

‘She is totally yours. Anything you want.'

They are two of the slowest hours of his life. He walks four blocks North, then five blocks South. Peruses every window without even noting their varied contents.

When he finally returns, Thalie is still handcuffed to the bedpost, the taste of another man still leaking from her, dotting her stomach, her face, her breasts.

She smiles at him.

His slave.

That night, he sleeps badly, his mind in tumult.

Sunrise comes early, with a blanket of low clouds waltzing over the top of the highest skyscrapers.

He tells her about the dream.

In it, he has failed abysmally at becoming a Master and the only alternative is to become a slave himself. To stay with Thalie, he sends a begging letter to Anne-Louise offering himself in exchange for further time with her. His pitiful demeanour makes her laugh but, as a game, she accepts.

Initially, she puts him on a diet, having no need of an overweight slave. Then, when he becomes suitable she shaves his pubic hair and brands him, a large B carved into his buttocks. He is allowed to sleep in the same room as Anne-Louise and Thalie, but on the floor, at the foot of their bed where he is forced to listen to their lovemaking and Thalie's severe beatings. He is beaten too, made to wear an apron and serve their food; if ever he is caught with an erection he is whipped until he bleeds. But he is happy now, just living under the same room as his companion of slavery. Eventually, he is allowed to attend the special parties where his role is to suck all the men to hardness before they fuck Thalie, then to lick them clean after they have withdrawn from her orifices. In turn, she is to prepare the men who bugger him. He is no longer allowed to touch her, only to watch the increasing stations of her degradation. But the punishments get worse and worse, as he finds it impossible to repress his excitement as his cock invariably reacts shamelessly every time another man penetrates her.