Continuing From Book 2...

 

Chapter Nine

FORCED TO WATCH

 

Mistress Cordelia disposed of her cigarette ... placed aside the red folder ... picked up the trainee's leash from her sofa side-table and walked over to where he sat.

"Until you give me cause to call you anything else, I shall call you William," she said, attaching the leash to his collar D-ring. "Your own mistress will do the same when you're fully trained."

That's an improvement, anyway, he decided.

With the bondman already held by his restraint harness, it was a simple matter for the mistress to hobble his ankles before releasing the straps that kept him in his chair.

"Come along, William," she said ... urging him up with a tug on his leash. "I'll show you what's expected ..."

William shuffled behind into a carpeted hallway, staring over his muzzle at doorways on both sides. On being pulled into one near the corridor's end, he entered a large, smartly decorated bedroom ... dominated by a wide bed with ornately carved posts at its corners.

A naked young woman was bending over this, smoothing down its counterpane.

Surprised, the new arrival at first thought her totally nude until he made out a black strap around her narrow waist. Another strip of black ran from this to disappear between her exceptionally proud bum cheeks.

She turned ... smiled ... and he saw that the thong widened on emergence to cover her mound, then ran up to meet the belt at her navel, where a small padlock held it secure.

A similar fastener glistened on the black of a stout leather collar.

"Sparkle ... this is William," said Mistress Cordelia. "He's on loan placement with us for a short while."

The girl tossed aside chestnut tresses with a flick of her head. "I'm very pleased to meet you, William,"

She approached ... her self supporting breasts swaying slightly. Little gold rings gleamed on nipples of pink that jutted a greeting on distended aureole.

Almost as tall as William, she studied his gagged face with eyes that flashed violet when they moved.

He nodded an acknowledgement to her welcome ... intrigued by her unusual colour of eye. He'd never before seen such a beauty in the flesh.

"Mistress Yvette has given William's dossier an 'H' classification, Sparkle," said the house-mistress ... removing his leash and gag. "I shall have a think and see what I can come up with for him along those lines. In the meantime, we'll keep him as near naked as possible ... Just show him the routine. I've other matters to attend to." ... She left them alone.

Sparkle delved in a wall cupboard and pulled out a bundle of stainless steel chain ... one end of which she padlocked to a small central floor ring. While she similarly affixed the other end to William's collar D-ring, he estimated her age as no more than early twenties, maybe younger. Her task complete, she hung a pair of little keys in the hall outside, then returned to the bondman.

"Er ... permission to speak, please, Mistress Sparkle ...?" he asked.

She gave a flashing smile, a bubbly chuckle, began unbuckling his wrists from their waist straps. "Why, you don't have to ask me for permission to speak, William, you silly thing ... And just call me Sparkle."

"But ... but I thought you were Mistress Cordelia's friend," he explained ... confused.

"I'm better than that," said the girl, removing his ankle hobble ... "I'm her slave."

"Her slave ...?"

"Oh, yes ..." confirmed Sparkle. "The mistress is bisexual ... like me."

She patted the locked belt about her waist ... "But I'm rather more limited in my sexual choice these days."

Amazed ... William asked why, since she wasn't chained, didn't she simply run away?

The girl simply smiled. "You'll understand when you're fully trained," she said.

"She said something about Mistress Yvette giving my dossier an 'H' classification," said William. "What did she mean by that ...?"

Sparkle explained that an 'H' classification meant that the dossier's subject responded best to humiliation and could be quickest trained that way. "Several of the loan placements we've had here have been that way inclined," she added. "Even though Mistress Cordelia isn't a specialist for that quirk, she does her best to oblige."

The bondman stood dumbfounded ... open mouthed. "But ... but she's completely wrong," he said at last ... "That's nothing like me."

"Mistress Yvette is a top-flight trainer, William," said Sparkle. "Trainers are never wrong."

She left the room, telling him to wait a moment.

***

In her absence he tested his chain and wasn't surprised to find that it pulled tight just short of the door.

Now, now, William, he told himself ... Just behave, knuckle down and get the next couple of months over with. He pondered the recent remarks. Humiliation? Pah! How wrong can anybody be?

The bondwoman returned with a vacuum cleaner, polish, cloths and a duster.

"Here you are, William," she said. "If you clean up in here, I'll get busy in the sitting room ... And don't damage anything. We had a loan slave here six months ago who broke a window ... he claimed accidentally. Either way, he spent most of the following week in Therapy ... and that was after Mistress Cordelia had dealt with him."

"Thanks for the advice, Sparkle," he said as she left, then plugged in his cleaner with the utmost care.

He was gingerly replacing the last of several freshly dusted porcelain figures on a walnut dressing table when his smiling companion returned.

"All done, William ...?"

"Just about, I reckon, Sparkle."

"Right, you can help me prepare lunch," she said. "Hands to your sides, please."

He complied, and the girl set to re-harnessing his wrists. This done, she fetched his padlock keys from their hanging place, disconnected and put away his collar chain and led him across the hall to a spacious kitchen.

Inside, he was collar chained as before and given back the use of his hands.

Sparkle handed him a brightly patterned plastic apron ... donned one herself.

"Salmon salad today," she said. "You wash the lettuce and slice the tomatoes. I'll prepare the rest and make tea ..."

William got to work. Inquiries as to his location brought a polite rebuttal from his young companion. She did, though, tell him that he was in an isolated farmhouse, of which only the lower level was in use.

"And in case you're wondering," she added, "no-one ever calls here without an appointment. In the unlikely event of anyone wandering up, you'd be parasprayed ..." She gestured to a black ceiling nozzle. "All slave-loan premises are equipped for that. The mistress would restrain and gag you if necessary."

"Thanks for the warning," said William ... who couldn't help commenting on the chastity belt that the young woman was displaying, albeit now only a provocative rear view.

She pointed out that she wasn't the only occupant in the kitchen to have her hot spots locked out of reach. She further mentioned that, like him, she'd been trained at the chateau where all female inmates wear lockable pussy guards when unrestrained.