The Mortification of Isabel (7 page)
“We will begin her training now with a few simple commands,” said John.
Margaret produced a mop and bucket and ordered me to clean up the pool I had left under the little cage and then it was pushed to one side. In truth I needed to relieve myself again and wondered if there was a way I could convey this need to them without incurring their wrath.
Trying to remember what dogs do, I circled and sniffed the floor, whimpering slightly.
“The bitch needs to pee again,” said John.
“Well, it’s progress if she tells us when she needs to go,” said Margaret.
“Put the sawdust and newspapers we brought in the corner as her designated toilet area,” John instructed her.
When the area was prepared, John attached the leash to my collar and took me there, with a sharp tug on the lead.
Now I had the embarrassment of squatting down in front of him to urinate and it took me some moments to start.”
“Now bitch Bella won’t perform.” John said impatiently. “Pass me the cane,” he roared at Margaret.
“Give her time,” Margaret said but obeyed his order instantly.
John brought the stick down hard across my thighs as I crouched and I yelped with pain. This put me off even more and I could produce only a dribble at first. Finally I managed a normal stream. The act of peeing made me want to defecate as well and to my shame I dropped two stools on the sawdust.
“Disgusting animal,” said John screwing up his face and I resented him deeply for making me feel dirty and ashamed. However, I knew I must show total obedience whatever order I received otherwise the cane would be used without mercy. I remembered that Mr. Povey had not only given John licence to flog me but had actually encouraged it with his last words before leaving the chamber.
John began my training by requiring me to walk at heel as he perambulated rapidly round the whole floor area, yanking my leash if I strayed even a few inches or was slow to keep up. Not only did I feel the sharp pull on my neck but I received strokes of the cane across my rump as I walked on all fours.
Margaret said, “Good dog,” on more than one occasion but when she took over from John she used the cane just as much. I was still unsure whether she was cruel to me because she enjoyed it or because she was under duress as she had claimed. If it was an act for her John’s benefit she was very convincing.
Needless to say the training was strenuous and painful for me even without blows from the cane; my bare knees were becoming very sore and my breathing was laboured. Crawling at speed is very exhausting and I was soon breaking out in a sweat but we continued to circle the paved floor relentlessly. When they became fatigued one took over from the other but I had no opportunity to rest. They broke into a trot from time to time and I struggled to keep up. Then I accidentally lost my forward momentum and fell full length on my belly.
John took this opportunity to cane me brutally as I lay spread-eagled and helpless at his booted feet. After a time the beating was so intense that I got on my knees, fending off the blows with my hands, and turned to clasp his leg and beg for mercy feeling the soft leather of his boots against my skin. His response was to kick me away and use his boot to exert pressure on the back of my neck until I was flat on my stomach once again.
John was furious that I had spoken, pointing out that he didn’t expect to hear a dog use language and I was thrashed again.
“If you wish to tell us anything you must communicate as a dog would,” he ordered.
Next, I was held by Margaret and had to run to John on the command “Come!” They expected me to be lightning fast in moving between the two of them and if I wasn’t off the mark immediately the cane came into play again. On the command, “Sit!” I had to kneel resting on my haunches and raise my arms in a begging position with my wrists limp and I had to lie flat on the command “Down!”
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John and Margaret continued my training for some days before they turned their attention to my appearance. One morning they came with razor and soap and informed me I was to have all my body hair removed.
They employed another of their devices suspended from the ceiling which involved my feet being put in stirrups which raised my legs and lower body to a greater height than my head and torso (supported by other ropes with loops) which had the effect of spreading my legs and opening my thighs. They adjusted the pulleys and ropes until my pussy was brought level with John’s hands. It was then an easy task for him to soap the thick hair on my mound and shave it off with his cut throat razor. Any surplus water simply dripped on the stone floor under me causing no problems. When my motte was clean, he lathered the lips of my pussy and the areas surrounding my labia and drew his razor back and forth until not a hair remained.
Margaret then scythed off my long hair and left me with boyish curls like a dog’s short coat. Then I had to endure the humiliation of having a plug inserted into my anus which had a tail attached which was long enough to trail between my legs which, I was told, must not be removed except to allow me to defecate, after which it was to be replaced.
I still puzzled over Margaret’s part in the scheme of things at Drydon Hall. She was as good as her word in coming to me at night but I could not be sure if she was prompted by real affection or the simple desire to use my body.
She insisted that I was still Bella when she came to me, explaining that changing identities would be too confusing for me and that I should reconcile myself to the fact that my future was canine. This advice, though possibly well meant, came as a great shock to me. In my mind I had thought that when I was allowed to team up with my master I might find an opportunity to escape, perhaps when guiding him on a walk, but the possibility that I might never return to a normal human state was a huge blow to my morale.
One night I saw Margaret was accompanied when she entered the chamber and when the two figures emerged from the dark shadows I saw her companion was a very young girl wearing a cloak with a hood raised to conceal her features. When she drew back the hood I saw the girl, who was certainly under twenty, had a very handsome face.
Margaret explained that Millie, who had recently joined the household as a maid, had a great love of dogs and had asked to be shown the one kept in the cellars. They exchanged looks and smiles and I knew instantly that they were lovers. Seeing such a pretty young girl, the predatory Margaret would not have been able to resist bedding her as she had done with me.
“The little bitch is quite endearing,” said Millie and put out her hand towards my mouth and I first licked her fingers then rubbed my naked body against her skirts behaving as much like a friendly hound as I could. Millie stroked the back of my head and remarked to Margaret that I seemed affectionate.
“She can be
very
affectionate, Millie,” said Margaret as if trying to suppress a chuckle. “If we undress she can show us all the cringing devotion of which a dumb animal is capable.”
“Undress, dear Margaret!” exclaimed Millie. “Is there not a chance that we may be discovered?”
“John is fast asleep and no-one else would venture down here in the dead of night.”
“Is this place not too cold and draughty?”
“We could take her to my bedroom but that is more risky, beloved.”
It seemed to me that Margaret was most anxious to please her new young lover and that she could easily be persuaded to do Millie’s bidding. The relationship seemed a little like that between an older man besotted with a much younger girl.
“But it will be exciting, Margaret.”
Margaret took me out of my prison and attached the lead to my collar, pulling me sharply to heel, and then the two women linked arms. Millie pulled her hood over her head and they left with me crawling on hands and knees keeping as close as possible to Margaret’s boots.
I had never been inside Margaret’s bedroom and I was met by the sight of a huge dildo with straps resting on her bed covers.
“Oh dear,” said Millie. “We are giving away our secrets.” She scooped up the object and put it on top of a wardrobe.
Both women began to undress while I remained in the sitting position with my hands held out and my wrists limp, the collar feeling tight round my neck. I panted a little having been taught that I must maintain dog-like behaviour even when I was sitting still.
“Should I give Bella a drink of water?” asked Millie, now wearing only her underwear.
“Pour a little into that dish if you like, angel,” Margaret replied. I noticed she was employing all the endearments she had once used with me.
Margaret and Millie were now naked and they climbed onto the bed and sat on the covers leaving a space for me. When Margaret looked down at me and tapped the bedcovers I jumped up and sat in the gap between them, my tongue lolling. The two women lent towards each other behind my back and whispered in each other’s ears and giggled like conspiratorial young girls.
Margaret then lay on her back with her head near the bottom of the bed and her feet on the pillows until she raised her knees and opened her thighs. Millie pushed me towards her and it was clear I was meant to go down on Margaret and lick her pussy. I couldn’t see what happened next but Millie must have strapped on the dildo and got into the doggie position for suddenly I felt my own quim being penetrated. The false penis was pushed up higher and seemed to fill and stretch my passage in a way I found unpleasant and painful.
I thought it a strange way to lose my virginity- if it could be counted as such.
Millie established a steady rhythm as she thrust into me and gradually the pain and discomfort lessened. I worked hard with my lips and tongue to give Margaret as much pleasure as possible knowing I was likely to receive a beating if I failed to give satisfaction.
Then we all stopped and held our positions hearing the creaking of floorboards on the landing outside Margaret’s bedroom. We must have presented a strange tableau to John as he pushed open the door.
I suppose most men would be instantly aroused by the sight of three naked women cavorting on a bed and John’s first reaction was to strip off his nightgown.
“Punishments can come later,” he said, “but I’ll take you while you’re hot.”
He came at us with his cock rampant.
“You can put away your dildo now you have the real thing. My pego will serve you better.” John undid the straps round Millie’s waist and thighs and flung the dildo onto the floor.
“I see you allow the smelly dog into your bed,” he mocked. “Is there no end to your depravity?” His views on the propriety of my presence on the bed did not stop him ramming his cock into me having pushed Millie to one side. The attentions I’d received from the false penis had made me slick and wet, once I had overcome my first feelings of revulsion, and John had the benefit of a well greased quim.
“I like the bitch’s hairless snatch,” he said to the others. “Perhaps I will shave you all.”
I blush to admit that at first the sensations John elicited were less pleasurable than those produced by the counterfeit cock because the dildo was much thicker and longer than human dimensions. I say that without belittling John because his cock seemed an impressive weapon which I estimated to be longer than eight inches from the brief sight I had gained before he entered me- though at that time I was certainly no expert on male members. But I was glad my pussy was playing hostess to a man’s cock at last though I would not have chosen these circumstances for my first experience.
When I was a young girl joking with my friends we speculated about the difference the size of a man’s cock would make to our own pleasure and I claimed size was of little consequence (based on no experience whatever). I was rather serious as a young girl and thought my position on the subject was the proper one for a lady to espouse. I now realised how wrong I had been
Later I was led to wonder whether my passage was particularly wide and cavernous because I seemed to swallow up John’s cock so easily but decided it was simply the contrast between fantastical playthings on the one hand and real cocks on the other.
John withdrew from me before spending and took a turn with Margaret granting himself variety by using her in different positions, thereby displaying considerable staying power and admirable virility.
When he turned to Millie, his cock still erect, she shrank away from John and tried to hide behind the wash stand. She had picked up her underwear and was using it to cover her nakedness and there was real fear in her eyes. I wondered if this was the first time she had been exposed to a man in a state of such obvious arousal; after all she was a very young girl.
He dragged her out but she fought him with scratching and hissing like a cat.
“She cannot abide to be touched by men,” Margaret told John.
“I don’t give a fig for the slut’s likes and dislikes,” John replied, fighting to gain a hold. “Help me restrain the hell-cat.”
Margaret went to John’s assistance and between them they held Millie fast though she continued to tug and heave trying her best to free her arms.
“Get her over the bed. We need to teach this one a lesson.”
“We need your help too,” Margaret shouted to me. “Take her legs.”
Here was another example of Margaret running with the hare and hunting with the hounds, literally since I was regarded as canine. I wondered if Millie would be as baffled as I was by Margaret’s conduct. One moment she was the lover “sighing like furnace” and the next minute she was assisting John carry out a punishment on the body of the girl she professed to love.
I grasped Millie’s ankles and helped them heave Millie onto the bed and position her face down. John pulled the underwear out of Millie’s hands so there was nothing she could use to cover herself.
He told me to pass the long-handled hairbrush from the top of the washstand and he brought it down sharply on Millie’s exposed bottom.
Millie yelped with pain and surprise.
Even I could appreciate the young maid had a very well shaped rear and looking at Margaret’s face, it was clear she was full of appreciation of Millie’s charms. I knew how much she enjoyed seeing a girl’s cheeks redden as a result of punishment. John gave her a sound smacking with the hairbrush and then ordered me to hand him my dog lead and he used it to add further colour to Millie’s pretty cheeks.
When I was returned to my cell, I found it difficult to fall asleep and I pondered what had happened, especially how events had affected me. I was no longer a virgin. I wanted to use common language and say I’d been fucked. It is much more expressive of the act than any of the more genteel references to the act of procreation. Regrettably, I was finding the language of my private thoughts becoming coarser. Being treated as an animal was bound to change me for the worse but I was surprised how much I had enjoyed what John had done to me (especially with the dildo) and the frolicking with Millie and Margaret. I blush to confess I even enjoyed the sight of Millie’s soft young cheeks receiving attention from John. Was I being dragged down by the lewd behaviour of the people around me? Their influence was insidious and it was frightening to think how debauched I might become if nothing happened to arrest this downward spiral.
When I closed my eyes I saw nothing but naked bodies writhing on Margaret’s bed and it was with these images in my mind that I drifted into fevered dreams.
It was not long before it was decided that I was sufficiently well trained to be taken upstairs to become Mr. Povey’s companion. I found a wicker dog basket containing a tartan blanket already in place at the fireside and thought how luxurious it would seem compared with the pallet that I grown used to.
The heat from the fire was also welcome after the cold of the dungeon since I was kept naked though at first I hardly dared to go near it.
My hands and knees had become hardened to constant contact with floors, although I sometimes picked up painful splinters from the boards, and I was now adept at behaving like a dog. I panted a great deal and let my tongue hang out and had not uttered a human sound for weeks. I had even cultivated a bark to signal when I was ready to relieve myself.
The time came for Mr. Povey to take a walk round the grounds with me to guide him. John put the harness round my neck and shoulders and placed the lead in his master’s hand and we practised by me guiding him slowly and carefully round the furniture.
I went ahead of my master down the staircase with John assisting and we soon arrived in the main hall where Mr. Povey donned his overcoat and boots in response to John’s warning that there had been a severe frost overnight.
I was not offered any protection against the cold, and when the front doors were opened I felt the icy blast cut through my naked body. When I led Mr. Povey down the flights of steps, there was the added danger that he might slip and John had to hold his arm firmly. Once we reached the path, I was left to guide him alone. He had brought his cane and explained he would use it to indicate if he wanted me to speed up when he would strike my bottom and if he wanted me to slow down he would tug sharply on the lead.
His confidence grew rapidly as I could tell from the number of occasions he struck me with his cane wishing me to move faster.
Despite my flesh turning blue with the cold, the master kept me out there for what I guessed was the best part of an hour obviously enjoying breathing the crisp air and taking exercise after such a long period of forced inactivity.
I had thought I would never be warm again but gradually I thawed out by lying close to the fire in the master’s sitting room. He seemed to be in good humour having had his first outing and seemed quite content that I occupied space so close to the flames.
The maid who brought the crumpets and cakes for afternoon tea was none other than Millie looking very pretty in his black and white uniform and her hair prettily arranged. She set the master’s place and informed him what she had brought for his tea but then Millie gestured with her head towards the curtain that divided the sitting room and bedroom as if to tell me to join her there. Silently I got up and made a move to follow Millie’s unspoken communication only to be stopped by the sound of Mr. Povey’s voice.
“Pour my tea. Not too strong.”
I obeyed and left the master to drink it.
When I joined Millie behind the curtain, she pressed a piece of paper into my hand, kissed me lightly on the lips and withdrew immediately.
When I returned to my master I read the note hurriedly.
What I read was a paper bearing passionate outpourings from a very naive young girl who professed to be deeply in love with me. Millie begged me to come to her room after dark. She explained there was no chance I would encounter Margaret as they had fallen out and were now sworn enemies. The note was like those passed between schoolgirls with crushes and I was not inclined to regard it with any degree of seriousness, except that it was welcome evidence that someone liked me. Though when I thought about Margaret’s grand declarations of love and devotion I had to hope Millie’s were less ephemeral.
I did find the girl very attractive and knew I would be tempted but the risk of being caught was high and the punishment would be severe.
In the meantime I had to attend to the whims of my master.
When evening came he asked me to fill his tub so that he could bathe in front of the fire. He remarked on the cold temperature which I thought rich when he’d had me outside for an hour without a stitch of clothing. Two kitchen maids brought buckets of steaming hot water and finally the bath was filled.
The master explained that John had undressed and dressed him in the past but those duties would now fall to me as I would be his constant companion. When I finally lowered his trousers and underpants, I saw his cock was adequate but he was not nearly so well hung as John. He stepped into the tub and told me to wash him. When I washed around his loins his cock stirred a little. “Take it in your hand, if you like,” he said.
I recognised this as an order rather than a polite request so closed my fist around the shaft and drew down his foreskin.
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I was careful not to speak even though I now seemed to have taken on the role of house slave and general factotum rather than his guide dog.
“You know how to masturbate a man, I’m sure. Go ahead and please me.”
I began to pump the master’s organ but admit I was thinking of John’s more virile member as I did so.
“That’s it,” breathed Mr. Povey. “That’s a good girl. A little faster! No, that’s too quick. Just slow down a bit. Now grip just a fraction harder.”
He continued to coach me as to his precise preferences in masturbation and finally he seemed content and lay back in the warm water to enjoy the experience.
When he was bathed he showed no hurry to get into his night attire and stood before the fire naked, warming his behind. I used the bell to summon Millie so that she could remove the tub and wet towels. When Millie entered the master did nothing to cover himself and I saw the distaste on her face at seeing him naked.
Her reaction was testimony to the truth of Margaret’s remark that men were anathema to the girl. I wondered if she had experienced something unpleasant with a man that had put her off the sex or whether her preference for other women was inborn. She was very young to make up her mind. I was not many years her senior and I was finding pleasure in both sexes as typified by handsome John, despite his cruelty, and the lovely Millie herself.
Millie got down on her hands and knees and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I thought she was taking pleasure in performing this way in front of the master knowing he could see nothing and his presence did add some element of excitement.
She rolled me over on my back and got on top of me fondling my breasts then putting her hand on my pussy. She continued to kiss me passionately taking great care the master did not hear any sounds as our lips came together.
“Are you finished clearing up, Millie?” asked the master.
Millie broke off from kissing me to say her task was nearly complete.
“I have another little chore for you.”
We looked up to see Mr. Povey was masturbating and had a full erection again. Millie pulled an expression of utter disgust mingled with fear. We both knew what the master wanted.
Millie was about to oblige him however reluctantly when I put an arm on hers to draw her back. I pointed to myself indicating that I would take her place thinking it would be impossible for him to know the difference.
I shuffled forward on my knees and took his rigid cock in both hands and maintained the grip while I fellated him. It was not as unpleasant as it might have been as he was freshly bathed, still smelt of soap, and I was able to imagine I was sucking John. In addition, I knew how grateful Millie would be that she did not have to touch a man in such an intimate place.
Then the master, as he neared his climax, reached down to take hold of my hair and I thought all was lost.
