Nice sensations came from the turning of the rings, sexual feelings of naughtiness and thrill. She had discovered too that pulling on the rings sent electric sensation buzzing through her body as her nipples stretched. She took pleasure too in watching her reflection, the slim fingers with the red-painted nails working so deftly and seemingly naturally to excite her buds.
Claire turned and walked confidently into the bedroom, her naked body erect and her shoulder back to emphasis her breasts.
"Like them?" She asked Robert casually.
He sat naked on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming her body and then fixing a stare at her nipple rings.
"Why?" He asked in surprise.
"Because I wanted to," she responded sarcastically.
Claire moved around him and sat on the bed near the top, her back resting against the headboard in a half-sitting position. She spread her knees wide and raised them to expose her pussy fully. Claire sat confidently offering her pussy in a base and unabashed fashion.
"Tonight Robert, you will eat me."
He turned to face her, a questioning look on his face.
"You mean…? But I don't do that that…it's, well unhygienic – disgusting."
Claire gripped on nipple ring with each of her hands and teased herself with little tugs.
"I'm waiting Robert," she hissed impatiently. "Perhaps that will get your little cock stirring into life."
Reluctantly he crawled across the bed on all fours to position himself between her thighs. He mumbled softly to himself and dipped his head down. His eyes closed tightly and his tongue peeked out hesitantly from between his lips.
Claire gasped aloud as the contact was made, his soft warm tongue dipping into her pink inner lips. It delighted her to see him shudder in revulsion as he complied with her wishes.
"Up inside she moaned, deep up inside me."
He complied, pushing his wedge of flesh far up inside her open pussy, his body shivering in revulsion.
Claire cried out in pleasure, not so much at his clumsy technique but the way she had him doing her bidding. It thrilled her to see his naked body kneeling before her, his head moving and tongue lapping in an effort to please her. She felt all powerful and commanding, half-sitting with her legs wide and pussy offered whilst he bowed before her. The sensations she experienced defied belief, so intense and thrilling. Claire twisted the nipple rings to bring yet another set of sensations rushing through her.
"My Clit," she moaned in delight. "Do my clit."
He mumbled as his lips closed around the hard bud, he kissed clumsily at her clitoris in a desperate effort to please. At last his tongue came into use, flicking across the very tip of her little bud.
Claire shifted her hips and moaned, her back arching to accept the feelings. She tensed and groaned then came to a mild but pleasant orgasm that made her body shudder in little spasms of delight.
Robert raised his head and body, still kneeling he smiled at Claire expectant of praise for his efforts. His cock was hard, twitching in little jerking movements of excitement.
"Not good, Robert, not good," Claire stated. "You will practice your fumbled attempts nightly until you perfect it."
His hand gripped his cock to squeeze in pulsing little grips as his excitement grew. The shaft and head bloated in anticipation and expectation of pleasures to come.
"Yes!" Claire breathed urgently. "Yes, wank it. I want to see you wank yourself."
Robert looked back at her, at the challenging glare she gave him he relented.
His hand began to move, sliding the foreskin back and forth along his shaft.
Claire groaned as she watched, her nipples tingling as she teased at herself with the rings.
Faster he pumped his hand, his eyes closed and head slunk back. He began moaning his pleasure as the sensations rippled through him.
"My pussy," Claire breathed sexily. "Did it taste good Robert?"
He nodded and groaned, his hips jerking in time with his pumping hand.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly. "I must get someone else to lick for me too."
He came instantly, his sperm shooting forcefully out to splatter over her open pussy and upper thighs. On and on the jerking spurts continued until he gasped loudly and slumped forward onto his hands.
"No excuse now is there Robert?" Claire said. "Your little cock works fine in your own hand and will work equally as well up inside my pussy."
He simply nodded in response.
"Good," she said loudly. I'm glad we agree. Now you may clean your sperm off me – with your tongue."
His head snapped up to give her a look of total revulsion.
"Or," Claire teased raising her eyebrows. "Should I get someone else to do it?"
Without further hesitation Robert dipped his head once more between her thighs, his tongue out and eyes firmly closed.
CHAPTER FOUR
The heels on the shoes were so high that Claire felt she might fall forward. She had worn heels before but never like this; six-inches roughly they were and even standing in them was near impossible much less walking. The way the shoes forced her to tense her buttocks tightly pleased Claire for it had a corresponding effect on her pussy and the sensations were wonderful. Her legs too were shaped and sculptured by the awkward position of her feet.
A stinging flick with the long cane at the back of her calf prompted her back to the present instantly.
"Head up girl!" Arabella snapped. "Back straight chest out."
Madam was seated, naked except for her long boots and sitting on the lap of one of the servants. Her back to him, his hands had circled her waist to cup her breasts, he sat obediently fondling her firm orbs. His cock was buried deep up inside Arabella's pussy and she moved on him only occasionally with a slight jerk of her hips.
Claire complied, she forced her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out to stretch the thin chain that now connected her two nipple rings.
It had started the moment she had arrived at the manor that Friday evening. She had been ordered to strip-off on the steps outside the front door and walk to barefoot through the house to the small gym. It was there that Arabella had introduced her to the shoes that now Claire struggled to stand upright in.
She stole the occasional sideways glance at Arabella's parted thighs, the way her labia was stretched wide to accept the thick shaft of his cock inside her pussy. She could see the thick underside of hi cock, the main vein prominent in its excitement as it forced her shaven labia apart.
"Keep your bum in I told you," Madam snapped in irritation and lashed her cruelly with the thin cane.
The searing pain burned in her buttocks, an incredibly intense pain that seemed to linger long after the blow had landed on her tender flesh.
Arabella moaned in pleasure, the movement of her body as she had swung the cane caused the cock inside her to touch at the sides of her soft interior. A low and deeply meaningful moan of great pleasure came from her.
"Walk now," She coaxed in a guiding rather than harsh tone.
Before she could even attempt the first step the servant gave a low groan that was followed almost instantly by a gasp from Arabella.
"My servant has just shot his load up inside me," Arabella announced casually.
Claire gasped both at her words and the mental image of his beautiful cock spitting its seed within her body.
"And," Arabella continued. "Without my permission."
Again a bolt of sensation shot through Claire. He would be punished that much was certain and the though of that excited her so very much.
Arabella stood, the thick sperm dripping out of her pussy as she got to her feet. She turned and landed a stinging slap across the servant's face that jarred his head to the side.