Bell was exhausted; she had straddled him twice during the night, balancing precariously
on his bed, with a foot either side of his muscular thighs as she slowly squat down and
eased his rigid dick into her greased ass and then taken him into her mouth twice more.
And whilst Matthew had slept like a baby between each session, he had forced her to stand
at his bedside and wait for precisely ninety minutes before rousing him from his sleep
with her lips again.
Matthew believed that sleep depravation would heighten her senses and therefore make
her more in tune with his needs and in a way he was right, because each time she had tried
extra hard to satisfy him in the hope that he would finally allow her to sleep, but each
time he made her watch the clock again and she had counted the passing of every
agonisingly slow minute in a desperate bid to stop herself from falling asleep.
He had woken contented and refreshed this morning whereas Bell was tearful, testy
and dangerously close to breaking point.
But Bell had learnt that her life in bondage did have some compensations and having
Matthew bathe her whilst she lay helpless in his arms was one that made her feel more
special than she ever had as a free woman. Bell knew that if he were to release her arms
she would be no better than the branded, shaven headed house slaves who toiled all day in
the hope of one day knowing just a taste of what she spent every day feasting upon – and
for this she was grateful.
‘Please may I pleasure you with my mouth at breakfast?’ Bell was keen to keep him in
the same good humour he had woken up with and desperate to avoid doing anything more
strenuous than keeping her eyes open today, but as Matthew never consulted her of his
plans she was left to second guess him.
It had been over a week since her last session on the whipping stool, perhaps that
was what he had in mind for her today. Bell’s stomach lurched and a thousand tiny
butterflies took flight in her belly at the thought of balancing on the tiny, three legged
stool as Matthew’s whip snapped against her twitching flesh over and over again. He pushed
her so hard these days and seemed to expect more and more from her at every session.
Then again, it had also been three days since her last exercise session and Bell
hoped that this wasn’t his plan this morning. The thought of hauling him around the
woodland trail in the trap after last night’s efforts left her feeling weak at the knees.
He made her wear the blinkered bridle and heavy horse shoes, in order to tone her leg
muscles, as she trudged up the wooded bank, weaving in and out of the trees as if she were
negotiating an assault course, and then he’d have her trot the two miles round the lake
before spurring her on with the whip to gallop the final mile back across the paddock for
a freezing cold shower under the stinging jet of the hose pipe. If Bell’s soul had been
her own to trade she would rather have sold it to the devil than do that today.
‘I have a tight schedule today and will be leaving for London straight after
breakfast, so you’ll have to make a choice – my cock or your own breakfast? There won’t be
time for both after your irrigation.’ He smiled down at her and Bell averted her eyes. She
should have known better than to try and manipulate him and even though she was starving
Bell knew that she really had no choice at all. Yes, Matthew purported to have given her a
certain amount of autonomy over her own life since her return from Scotland but choosing
to pleasure herself before him still remained a punishable sin.
‘Your cock please Matthew,’ she replied quickly and with as much enthusiasm as she
could muster and only hoped that his tight schedule still included her.
Bell had learnt her craft at the sharp end of his expertly wielded whip, and in the
past, had frequently worn the physical evidence of such stupid slip ups emblazoned across
her ass and breasts. These painful red stripes should have served as a shameful reminder
of each felony but, however hard she tried; Bell seemed incapable of maintaining the high
level of obedience Matthew demanded,
He lifted her from the bath and smiled knowingly and, as he turned to dress, Bell
dared to steal a fleeting glance at her own reflection in his dressing mirror even though
Matthew believed vanity to be her most ruinous quality and to be caught admiring herself
would have earned her a lengthy and painful punishment but sometimes she just couldn’t
help it.
Bell was also secretly pleased that her hair now covered the brand that she wore on
her own scalp. It wasn’t that she objected to having the Dragon family coat of arms
indelibly printed onto her head – It was more her sinful vanity rearing its ugly head
again. She liked the way her hair now framed her face. She thought she looked pretty in an
elfin like fashion but if Matthew were to discover her conceit she was sure he would have
it shorn off in an instant so Bell was careful not to look for too long and quick to lower
her eyes to the floor once again. Here her eyes rested on the elegant golden bell as it
swung lazily from its chain between her legs. Its weight pulling on the piercing behind
her clitoris kept her in a constant state of arousal but as masturbation was also
considered a punishable sin, and one of the reasons why Matthew had her arms so severely
bound behind her back, she was careful not to dwell on the rhythmic pulsing for too long.
Matthew hated the fact that he couldn’t quite get into her head and have total
control of her thoughts so he gave her mantras to recite over and over, like oral lines,
to keep her thoughts from straying – My mouth is a temple for my master’s cock – I must
learn new ways to pleasure my master every day – If I fail to pleasure my master then I
will have no further use, and – I am nothing but a cheap vessel for my master’s seed. He
constantly reminded her that if she were concentrating fully on his pleasure there would
be no room in her mind for the dim-witted thoughts which always seemed to land her in
trouble and consequently, no excuse for her to fail him.
Bell followed him down into the cellar and in the treatment room she hopped up onto
the couch and tried to relax whilst Matthew fed the tube into her bottom. Her daily enema
was no longer a threat and she even quite enjoyed the whoosh of warm water as it rushed
into her rectum – her bowel had long since surrendered to Matthew’s will.
‘Tonight you will take a very important step in your life as a captive,’ he smiled
down at her and Bell felt a flutter of excitement in her belly but it was also tinged with
fear of this unknown fate – she had learnt that not all the treats he bestowed on her were
for her benefit.
Bell waited for him to sit at the table before kneeling on the floor at his side.
This too she now did without thinking and could barely remember the last time she’d sat in
a chair. The thought of doing so seemed almost alien to her now. Chairs were for other
people, people of more consequence than her.
Bell rested her head in Matthew’s lap and he stroked her hair affectionately as Ella
scuttled into the room with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. The delicious aroma had
Bell’s tummy rumbling – not that she would have been tucking into such a mouth-watering
treat even if she hadn’t commuted her breakfast in favour of Matthew’s cock. No, her
breakfast would have been nothing more exciting than muesli or cold porridge and with that
in mind her loss didn’t seem so great but the thought of being left alone with the
housekeeper who hated her so much was too much to bear and, broken by her exhausting night
Bell finally snapped and begged, ‘Please don’t leave me here. Please don’t go.’ but he
completely ignored her and instead snapped his fingers.
Tears stung Bell’s eyes. It was humiliating enough to be ignored but for him to do
so when Ella was watching was even worse but she couldn’t disobey an order and shuffled
under the table to pull down the zip of his trousers with her teeth before teasing his
cock out into the open with her tongue. It was not an easy task but Bell was well
practised at it and although he was soft to begin with she soon coaxed his large penis to
life with her expertise and began lightly flicking her tongue around the tip of his
growing cock and tracing the tight seam on its under belly with her probing tongue before
finally feeding him slowly in through her O’ed lips and pumping his massive girth until he
snapped his fingers a second time. This was the signal for her to take him into her throat
and she opened her mouth wide, took a deep breath and sank her head into his lap, allowing
his pulsing cock to slip past her tonsils and down her accommodating throat before
beginning her famous hum. He came almost immediately and Bell eagerly sucked every last
drop of juice from his cock before he snapped his fingers a third time and she was finally
able to climb out from beneath the table and resume her kneeling position at his side.
Like a well trained dog she sat back on her haunches and waited for her master’s
praise but he continued to ignore her and turned instead to Ella.
‘I have to fly into town today Ella so I’ll be leaving Bell in your capable hands.
‘What you want me to do with her?’ Ella sniffed as if such a duty were beneath her.
‘She can have the run of the house but not the grounds. At 1pm you can serve her a
small helping of your delicious vegetable soup and she must ask your permission if she
needs to urinate – her bucket is in my bathroom.’
Bell felt belittled by this conversation. She didn’t mind giving herself to Matthew
but still found it hard to accept being ruled over by the rest of the household staff as
if she were no more than a precious pet. But even Radar the household cat had more freedom
than she did and had been known to steal her food if they were both fed in the kitchen at
the same time. Matthew seemed to find it highly amusing when his arrogant tortoiseshell
tom hissed and lashed out at her and often made her sit back and wait whilst the cat had
his fill from her bowl before allowing her to finish what the cat didn’t want. And if the
stupid cat decided to curl up on Matthew’s bed in the evening then Bell would be banished
to a blanket on the floor for the night. Bell hated coming second best to an animal but it
seemed to please Matthew and when Matthew was happy so was she.
‘I’ll be home late this afternoon…Oh, and she won’t be needing breakfast today,’
Matthew added.
He never forgot a damned thing, Bell silently cursed and she savoured every last
drop of Matthews’s juices knowing that they would now have to sustain her until lunch
time.
Matthew was particularly strict about exactly what she ate and when and she was now
a reluctant vegetarian even though he was an ardent meat eater. Sometimes she just longed
to sink her teeth in a juicy steak or pop just one square of chocolate onto her tongue and
let it melt there but when she dared to question his decision he simply told her that if
she wanted to express a dislike of something maybe she should do as Radar did and turn her
nose up at it. So Bell had tried this and been told that if she chose to behave like a cat
then she would be treated as such – sent outside at night and neutered – and when given
the choice to eat what she was given or be neutered she had chosen the former and never
complained again – but her dislike of the cat had grown and Matthew found her envy of the
animal highly amusing.
‘Of course, Master Dragon, I take good care of slave for you.’ Ella seemed unable to
call her by name these days and the word slave was always delivered with a derisive sneer
as she looked down her perfectly sculptured roman nose at Bell.
‘You’re a treasure Ella,’ Matthew replied and to Bell he said ‘Come kiss me
goodbye.’ He had totally ignored her earlier pleas to go with him but his mood still
seemed light and Bell wondered if he hadn’t heard her so she tried one more time.
‘Please Matthew, please don’t go.’ She ran after him towards the door, the high
pitched tone of her bells seeming to echo her fear and without arms to embrace him she
pressed her body against his and when he lowered his head to kiss her Bell forced her
tongue in through his lips and ran it around his mouth, searching out his own tongue and
capturing it in a desperate oral embrace but, even though he responded, even though she
could feel his renewed hardness against her naked hip and even though he tugged teasingly
on her clit ring as they kissed, Matthew stepped away and the black look on his face made
Bell back off too, quick to realise that she had crossed the line and desperately wishing
that she hadn’t. Sometimes she wished that he’d never given her the gift of speech. It
just gave her one more opportunity to fail him.
‘Begging is not an attractive trait Bell, and one you will now spend the day trying
to eliminate from your character.’ He didn’t raise his voice nor did he lash out at her
but his measured words were far more painful than any slap could ever have been and
delivered in such a way as to leave Bell bitterly ashamed of her behaviour.
He turned to Ella who had been hovering at the end of the hall.
‘I’ve changed my mind,’ he told her. ‘Bell will no longer be allowed the run of the
house. She has chosen instead to spend the day impaled on her punishment pole.’
Bell’s heart sank. The punishment pole had been made especially for her and she had
suffered the awful humiliation of having Pablo push a ruler inside her so that precise
measurements could be taken of her vagina before the three foot three and a quarter inch
length of rigid stainless steel was sculpted and erected in the centre of the courtyard.
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