House Rules (14 page)

Heidi seemed to sense his nervousness, moving to stand beside him. She seemed uneasy too, but her unease came from a different source. She was sexually excited. Richard saw that as soon as he looked closely at her. She looked distracted, and her breasts rose and fell agitatedly. When she brushed against him, he felt the hard steel of her chastity belt as he had felt Marie’s. Richard wondered if she too was frustrated by the enforced abstinence. There was not much he could do about her condition until he could get the keys from the safe, but he might be able to relieve her somewhat.

Swallowing his own nervousness, he said, ‘Come here, Heidi. Sit on my lap.’ The alacrity with which she obeyed told him he had judged correctly.

Without further ado, he unzipped her maid’s uniform and pulled the top down to her waist. He bent to kiss the tops of her breasts, hearing the catch in her breathing as his lips touched her flesh. Through her sheer brassiere he could see her nipples becoming erect. He touched her through the filmy material, and she moaned aloud.

‘It’s been so long,’ she said softly, echoing Marie’s words of the evening before.

Richard wondered why Margaret made such a fuss about keeping the women from sexual gratification. He concluded that it was a natural consequence of her need to control others. He had long ago decided that any institution which strove to make others fear sex and abstain from it under duress was unworthy of his support. Yet he found himself excited by being forced to wear women’s clothes, and by the way Margaret teased him without letting him reach orgasm.

He was eager to help Heidi (and Marie, and Helena, and Ingrid) to evade ‘Madame’s’ restrictions. At the same time, he was honest enough to acknowledge that his efforts ensured his own sexual gratification. No one, he told himself, ever acts from wholly selfless motives.

But here was Heidi, sitting on his lap and panting with desire. He reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere, allowing her full breasts to fall free. Her nipples were taut and crinkly with her excitement. He touched them, and Heidi gasped with pleasure. Although it was a bit like the groping sessions he had once enjoyed when younger, Richard nevertheless concentrated on giving Heidi pleasure. For her part, she seemed to enjoy his manipulation of her breasts and nipples. Her eyes were closed and her breath was short and rapid, and she squirmed in his lap as she became excited.

Her hands, which at first had rested on his shoulders, migrated down to his cock, imprisoned inside the tight elastic material of the corselet. Heidi rubbed and stroked him through his clothes. Although it was less satisfactory that way, nevertheless he felt himself grow hard under her hands. She was doing her best to help him as he continued to tease and kiss her swollen breasts and nipples. She raised herself slightly from his lap, so that she could slide the tight skirt of his maid’s outfit up to his waist, leaving only the corselet and tights between her and his stiff cock. Richard began to breathe rapidly in his turn as his excitement grew.

He could smell the clean scent of her as she was shaken by her first orgasm. Either her breasts were more than normally sensitive, or she had been deprived of all sexual contact for too long. At any rate, Heidi came repeatedly, writhing against him and moaning with her own pleasure. Her body shook and her head was thrown backward, the sinews of her soft throat taut beneath her skin. Richard could see the pulse at the base of her neck beating rapidly. But even in her highly excited state, he noticed that she strove to be as quiet as possible. He guessed that she was afraid they would be overheard and thus bring Margaret’s wrath down upon themselves.

His hands moved to raise her short skirt until he could touch the bare flesh of her thighs where her stockings ended. He tried to worm his fingers under her tight belt, but there was no room, even though Heidi tried to help him. Margaret had designed a very effective chastity belt. She was nevertheless excited by his efforts to reach her cunt, gasping and shaking as she felt his hand on her. Richard wondered what she would be like if she could be penetrated in the usual fashion.

But then he had no more time to wonder about anything. His own orgasm took him by surprise. He felt the warm fluid soaking his tights and corselet as he spent himself inside the tight clothing. He shuddered in his turn, and heard Heidi’s sharp intake of breath as she realised he was coming. She moaned in his ear as he surrendered to his own pleasure. Afterwards he wondered at the strength of his response. Was it due to being forced to wear the maid’s outfit, the novelty of the tight clothing constricting him as his own clothing never did?

At length they both subsided, Heidi resting her head on his shoulder as she recovered her breath and the flush of excitement ebbed from her face, neck and breasts.

She broke the silence first. ‘Oh God, how I needed that!’

‘Me too,’ he replied, glad that they had been able to pleasure one another.

As Heidi stood up, Margaret’s voice broke the spell of their intimacy. ‘Very touching. I hope you both enjoyed that, because you are not likely to enjoy what comes next. Heidi, you know the rules well enough. Richard might be excused partly because of ignorance, but you will both have to learn what happens when people break the rules of the house. Stand up, both of you,’ she ordered.

Margaret, standing in the open doorway, looked both distant and stern. When she spoke again the impression was heightened. ‘Richard, I have been away for several days on business and have had to neglect your training. I see you have formed the mistaken impression that you can do whatever you like in my absence. I will have to correct that now. I must be able to rely on your unquestioning obedience when you go out on a job.’

Heidi would not meet Margaret’s glance. She was transformed from the abandoned lover into the cowed slave in just the time it took to realise Margaret had caught them. She began to pull up her dress, but Margaret stopped her. ‘Don’t bother to get dressed. Take off your clothes and wait for me in the hallway.’

Heidi looked back once more at Richard before leaving the room.

Richard looked directly at Margaret. Her anger made her even more attractive. She looked dangerously beautiful, and he wondered briefly what she would be like if she ever abandoned her stern demeanour. Quite a handful, he guessed. But she didn’t allow him time to dwell on that fantasy. ‘Wait here for me,’ she ordered. Margaret left the door open as she left the room, certain that her order was enough to restrain him from following her or trying to escape.

And she was right, Richard reflected as he sat quietly, the hard sound of Margaret’s high-heeled shoes receding into the distance. The room, the hallway, the entire house was unnaturally quiet, as if awaiting the onset of a storm. And yet it was only one woman’s displeasure which made the stillness seem ominous. I’m beginning to see how Margaret can make others obey her, Richard thought. Helena’s submission, Ingrid’s acquiescence, the fear so evident in Marie and Heidi, all made sense to him at that moment as he waited for Margaret to return and pronounce his own doom. He felt the damp patch in his lap cooling against his skin, the scent of his own semen strong in his nostrils.

From time to time there were distant sounds, doors closing, footsteps, and once, startlingly, a woman’s scream. Richard wondered if Heidi was being beaten for her part in their encounter. It might not be fair, but Margaret had never said anything about her regime was. He heard more footsteps, approaching. The tapping of high-heeled shoes. Margaret?

Raymond entered the room. Like Richard, he wore the maid’s outfit. Richard noticed that his dress had a high neck too, doubtless to conceal the hair on his chest. His wig was dark, like Richard’s. Otherwise they were dressed identically. He carried a coil of rope.

‘Margaret has ordered me to tie you up while she deals with other matters. She seems rather angry with you,’ Raymond said by way of explanation. He indicated the rope he carried.

Richard shrugged resignedly, but asked Raymond where he had been these last few days.

‘On one of her errands,’ he replied laconically.

Richard got the impression Margaret did not encourage idle talk between her couriers. Keeping the operation secure meant no one being told more than they needed to know. But the policy of secrecy also ensured that no one would learn anything useful from anyone else. And he wanted to know what he was facing in the way of travel and risk, as well as what it was like to be out in public on one’s own, disguised as a woman.

He pressed Raymond further. ‘Where did you go? And how did you carry the money through customs without being caught?’

Raymond looked over his shoulder in case Margaret, or anyone else, were present. Then he said, ‘I went to Basle. To one of the many Swiss banks so renowned for their discretion. The name hardly matters. There are so many of them she uses. I carried the cash in an ordinary suitcase. There is no law against entering Switzerland with large amounts of cash. In fact, I imagine they would like all visitors to come so burdened. I also imagine they would prefer them to leave behind as much of their burden as possible. But it would be awkward to have to open one’s suitcase for customs’ inspection and let everyone see what you are carrying. Dangerous too, I would say. Large amounts of cash can sway even the most law-abiding citizen to transports of greed. But I imagine she has an arrangement with the customs to ensure the bags are never opened. I was waved through in a very perfunctory fashion.’

Raymond’s information sounded reassuring, but, Richard reflected, there was nothing like going through it for real to show what it was like.

But there was no more time for talk. Raymond approached with the rope. ‘Madame gave orders for you to get undressed,’ he said diffidently.

Again Richard shrugged. He unzipped the dress and laid it over the armchair. Next came the slip, the corselet and the tights. The wig he set carefully on the seat. Then he stood waiting.

‘It might be a good idea to go to the toilet before I tie you,’ Raymond suggested. ‘One never knows how long it will be before another opportunity comes. Madame is quite capable of leaving you here for hours.’

Remembering how he had been left after the whipping, Richard saw the sense in Raymond’s suggestion. He went into the toilet and emptied his bladder. He also took a drink of water, just in case. When he came back into the bedroom, he saw that Raymond had cut several lengths of rope from the coil. All was ready.

Richard stood quietly while Raymond tied his hands behind his back. He was surprised when his bound wrists were lifted into the small of his back and tied there with several turns of rope about his waist. At Raymond’s direction, he sat on the side of the bed while his ankles and knees were bound together.

‘Try to enjoy the anticipation of a visit from Madame,’ Raymond said, as he gathered up the rope and made his exit.

Richard sat on the bed where he had been left and wondered what Margaret would do when she returned. It was probably going to be painful, but he had endured the earlier whipping, and he could probably endure this one. In any case there was nothing he could now do to influence the course of events. His thoughts turned to Helena and Ingrid. The memory of the time he had spent with both of them was pleasant. He thought of the earlier whipping, and of the later visit of Heidi and Marie, and he found himself developing an erection.

Margaret walked into the room, startling him. He had not heard her approach. She still wore her high-heeled shoes, so he guessed she had made an effort to walk silently, perhaps to surprise him. She looked at his erection with a sardonic smile. Perhaps that was the point: to let him excite himself in preparation for her return. If so, the ploy was successful.

‘Pleasant fantasies, or were you just looking forward to another whipping?’ Margaret asked.

The guess was too accurate. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he said nothing.

Margaret carried a leather strap with several small knotted tails. It was obviously a whip, but not of any type Richard had ever seen. He wondered why it appeared to be so light in construction. He doubted that Margaret had had a sudden access of concern for her victim. In her other hand she carried a bag with what looked like a bicycle pump protruding from it. She set her burdens down near the bed and approached Richard. His eyes followed her progress, and he felt another surge of excitement as she came nearer. He responded to the menace in her. His cock reminded him once more of its presence.

Margaret looked at his cock as if judging the extent of his arousal. She must have been gratified that she could have this effect on him merely by being near. She reached out to touch his cock, and smiled as it leapt in her hand. ‘You seem to believe the next bit will be enjoyable,’ she said. ‘And who knows? You may be right. Lots of other people find it so.’

Margaret turned to the bag she had brought with her. She extracted the bicycle pump and a leather harness from it. There was a black rubber bag fastened to the harness on a wide strap. As she began to buckle the harness around his head and neck, the bag hung loosely on its strap. Richard couldn’t imagine what its purpose was, until she put the bag into his mouth and fastened the wide strap in place with a buckle behind his head.

This was obviously a gag, but not a very efficient one. He managed to ask, ‘What’s going on?’ despite the obstruction in his mouth. Margaret didn’t reply. She simply continued to fix the harness, adjusting the buckles that held it in place. When she was satisfied, she picked up the bicycle pump and screwed a short tube to the hose.

Richard recognised the tube as the type used to inflate footballs, and he realised what was coming next even before Margaret inserted the end in the small hole in the centre of the strap that went around his mouth and held the rubber bag in place.

She began to pump, and Richard felt the rubber bag growing inside his mouth. Margaret continued to pump until the bag filled his entire mouth, trapping his tongue and forcing his jaws open. At first he thought he could bite the rubber any time he wanted, but when he tried he found that his jaws were held open by the air pressure in the bag. Margaret pumped the bag up hard and full, and when Richard next tried to say something, he could only manage a low grunt.