House Rules
Authors: G.C. Scott
About the Book
‘Show him your back,’ said Margaret contemptuously.
As Helena turned her back slowly at Margaret’s orders, Richard saw that she had been beaten, sometime between this morning and this afternoon. It must have been at Margaret’s hands. Anger made him step forward, until the tether around his scrotum reminded him of the limitations to his power of intervention.
Margaret seemed both gratified and displeased by his reaction. ‘I had my chauffeur give Helena a short lesson in obedience this morning. Silence was enforced by a gag during the actual discipline, she being sadly unable to contain herself under the stimulation of the lash. And afterwards I ensured her chastity by the means you now see.’
By the same author
:
THE PASSIVE VOICE
HIS MISTRESS’S VOICE
A MATTER OF POSSESSION
AGONY AUNT
G.C. Scott
One‘You do not want to go with any of these women,’ said a voice behind him. Richard turned to confront a short young woman with dark hair and dark-blue eyes. She was in her mid-twenties, he guessed, and she was extraordinarily beautiful.
‘And do you know what I do want?’ Richard asked her.
‘Maybe,’ she said as she took his hand and led him back towards the
Reeperbahn
. ‘All those ladies under glass,’ she said, gesturing toward the glass-fronted rooms in which prostitutes displayed themselves to the passing crowds, ‘all those women are greedy professionals, in it for as much as they can get. You cannot blame them. We all want as much as we can get for our work. But their usually perfunctory service is less easy to forgive or tolerate. They owe their customers a good time, at least.’
‘And what do you offer your customers?’ Richard asked as they turned out of
Herbertstrasse
on to the
Reeperbahn
. She led him towards the
U-Bahn
station. Even as he followed her, he wondered who she was. This was the very first time he had ever been picked up by a woman.
She frowned slightly at him. ‘I don’t have customers. I have clients, or, better, friends. And I offer them the chance to discover what they want to do.’
‘And are your tastes so catholic that you can satisfy every one of them?’
‘No. Of course not. But once I know that I cannot help them, I can usually send them to someone who can. But don’t ask so many questions. You will take all the surprise and mystery out of it.’
The crowds on the
Reeperbahn
made progress slow, but Richard was in no hurry to reach the destination towards which his new companion was leading him. Part of the fun of Hamburg’s red-light district was the show on the streets. A blonde Valkyrie in a rubber suit was offering some unthinkable service to the passers-by, and Richard edged closer to hear her. It seemed, from what he could make of her rapid-fire German, that she was offering to take anyone back to her room and beat them with whips while they kissed her feet and begged for more. It wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, but someone in the crowd struck a bargain with her, and the two went away together.
‘She’ll spend maybe ten minutes actually whipping him, not very hard. The rest of the time she will sit around in her rubber suit letting him look at her. Not much like what he is expecting, but that’s the way things usually go.’
Shops selling every kind of sex toy, and pornography that would be banned instantly in his native England, lined the pavements. The crowds of pimps, prostitutes and tourists filled both the pavements and the street. The crowd parted to reveal a dark-haired woman of perhaps thirty. She was attractively dressed in a white knit dress that ended just above her knees and clung to her body. Her hands were tied behind her back, and a sign hanging around her neck told passers-by to take her back to her rooms in
Herbertstrasse
and do whatever they wished with her.
Richard thought it might be difficult for her to insist on being paid for her services if the punter simply neglected to untie her hands. Or, even more sinister, what if someone in the crowd were to take her back to her rooms and torture her, or even kill her? But then, he reflected, she doubtless had a minder in attendance to ensure that neither of these possibilities were realised.
As if reading his mind, Richard’s new companion nodded towards the bound woman. ‘She promises to do anything she is told, but all she provides is a screw under the eyes of her pimp who, as often as not, threatens to send a video tape of the action to the police. That usually gets more money from the poor man. On tape, what they are doing looks very much like rape. And in any case, no one likes to have that kind of information about his sex fantasies getting out. Just another con,’ she finished contemptuously.
‘How do you know so many of the people here?’ Richard asked her.
‘I have lived here for three years,’ she answered simply.
Richard stopped suddenly, and the girl turned to look at him in surprise. ‘Who are you?’ he asked. ‘And where are we going?’
‘Do not ask too many questions. There should be some mystery in first encounters. And,’ she added, ‘things will be easier this way if you find you do not like what I offer you. You can forget me more easily if you do not know my name.’
‘But suppose I do like what you offer? How will I find you again?’
The girl smiled up at him and said, ‘If that is the case, we will exchange names and addresses and arrange for the future. Now come along.’
The crowds thinned out as they walked away from the centre of the red-light district. When they reached the
U-Bahn
terminal by
Die Landungsbrüken
, they were practically alone. The girl led the way to the platform. The train was not very full, and they rode in comparative privacy. Richard kept his questions to himself, and the girl said nothing more about their destination or herself. He was able to look more closely at her now, and he confirmed his first impression: she was undeniably beautiful. Her dark hair was cropped short and seemed to fit her head like a helmet, a style he always associated with Audrey Hepburn, and which gave her the same air of
gaminerie
. Her eyes were dark blue, almost black. She wore her clothes with style. Her dress revealed a good deal of her thighs as she sat beside him. Her legs were rather on the full side, which he preferred to the fashionably slender legs in vogue among models. She wore glossy white tights and high-heeled shoes. The effect was stunning, now that he could see her clearly. Richard was suitably stunned.
They got off at
Die Jungfernstieg
and walked a short distance along the lake side. ‘This is the
Binnenalster
,’ she explained to Richard. ‘That is, the inner Alster lake. I live along the street here. If this were a fairy story, I would be a young maiden leading you to a castle, but I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with an apartment only.’
They turned into
Gertruden Strasse
and entered the building on the corner. It was some five floors high, and her apartment was on the fourth floor. The windows along one side overlooked the lake, and she left the room dark so that they could stand at the window and see the lights of the water-taxis moving slowly across the dark water.
‘I have only one rule,’ the girl said in the darkness. ‘You may do anything with me so long as I can do anything with you. In that way we will discover one another’s likes and dislikes, and the reciprocity of the transaction should keep us from doing anything really harmful to one another. Unless you’re a psychopath, that is.’
Richard smiled and replied, ‘I don’t think I am. No one has ever told me I was crazy.’
‘Then that’s all right,’ she said. She drew the curtains and turned on the lights. ‘Welcome to my home,’ she said as Richard looked around.
The room in which they stood was carpeted in dark blue. The furniture looked comfortable rather than luxurious: a couch and armchairs, coffee table, TV and video recorder. Fashion photographs hung on the walls. They were from many periods, from the twenties on up to the present. Richard walked over to examine them more closely.
Seeing his interest, the girl said, ‘I am – or I would like to be – a fashion designer. But I haven’t enough money to set myself up in business yet. Once I begin I would like to design my own exclusive lines. Come into my work room and look at some of my designs.’ She led Richard into one of the bedrooms and turned on the light. There was a large drafting table along one wall, a sewing machine and worktable along another. There were drawings and bolts of cloth, a dressmaker’s dummy, all the paraphernalia associated with a designer’s studio, but on a much smaller scale.
‘Have you studied design?’ he asked.
She nodded. ‘For five years, in school and at college. I have always been interested in the subject. And I think I have found a niche I can fill.’ She picked up a sketch from the drafting table and beckoned Richard to come and look at it.
The sketch showed a male figure wearing leather shorts which fitted like his own skin. He was locked into them by means of a leather waist belt which passed through several sturdy belt loops and locked with a padlock. There was a zipper up the back which locked to the belt with a second padlock. The front was designed to both contain and emphasise his genitalia. The garment had long legs that fitted tightly, obviously to prevent access to his cock.
‘How does he go to the toilet?’ Richard asked.
‘He doesn’t, unless his keeper lets him,’ the girl replied.
‘His keeper? Who might that be?’
‘Oh, anyone at all,’ she replied airily.
‘You?’ he asked.
‘Maybe. It would depend on the man. But these would be for sale to anyone who desired to control their partner. There is a female version as well.’ The girl picked up another sketch and handed it to Richard to study. This one was obviously designed for a female figure. The waist was much smaller, the hips larger in proportion, and the legs were cut high, leaving little more than a thong running up the crack of the bottom while covering the entire vulval area. The same arrangement of locking belt and zipper was provided.
‘Wouldn’t these be rather warm to wear for a long time?’ It was the only thing he could think of to say that might conceal his rising excitement.
‘I suppose I could arrange a few small holes to let the air in,’ the girl replied. ‘While keeping everything else out,’ she added.
Richard felt a wave of excitement as he looked at the drawings. He imagined how it would feel to be locked into the leather shorts, unable to touch his own cock, and how the girl would look if she were locked into the female version of the chastity belt. There was no other name for the things she was showing him. He had never thought seriously about that sort of thing before, but the idea interested him now. However, it was only an idea, a fantasy. The garments existed only as drawings.
‘Have you made up any of your designs?’ he asked.
‘A few. I haven’t the money or the time now to do it full time. When I have saved twenty thousand marks, I’ll make a real beginning. I think it would be fun to make and sell that sort of thing. And I know it is profitable, just by looking at the prices others sell their ready-made things for. I plan to offer clients a personal fitting service if they wish. I will design their choices directly on their bodies. But of course I will need some place a bit bigger than this. I will need a room where I can accommodate more machinery, as well as somewhere more intimate where I can take my measurements and do fittings.’
‘Have you thought of getting someone to back you with cash while you get started?’ Richard asked.
‘I have approached several people here in Hamburg, but so far I haven’t been able to afford to travel further afield. But I’m nearly at the point where I can begin. Only another few thousand marks. And of course I need a commission from a client.’ Changing the subject abruptly, she said, ‘Let’s talk about what you’d like to do this evening.’ She led Richard back through the sitting room and into the second bedroom.
