Faster she moved her body and hips, riding the arm like a horse and building steadily to a full gallop. Her hands gripped hard on the back, her knees gripped around the sides of the arm as she rode headlong forward in her pleasure. Frantically she rode the arm, forcing hard to bring more pressure onto her private parts, her whole body bucking in a terrific crescendo of rising pleasure.
"Claire!" She cried aloud at the height of her pleasure. "Mistress," her excited voice cried again as she ground her pussy hard down on the firm arm.
It was a rapid and fervent jolting of her slim body now as she rubbed herself toward orgasm. The feelings so strong, the sensations so wonderful and the visions of Claire so nice. Natalie screamed as she came, her head nodding in acceptance as the surges of pleasure washed through and over her. Her mouth was open and gaping in a silent pleading for the final surge. Her body locked, her head threw back and she shuddered with the force of the sensations. Natalie slumped forward sated, her panting body coated in a fine film of perspiration, her eyes closed and ripples of after-pleasure twitching at her body.
"Mistress," she mumbled softly. "My wonderful Mistress."
The list was long indeed, an excited flutter shot through Claire's body to grip deep in her vulva at the very thought. Madam had compiled the list, ornate handwriting on stiff and very expensive paper in perfect keeping with Arabella's status.
The objects Claire should practice with throughout that coming week, to insert into her pussy and to begin to train her internal muscles. Twice already Claire had read the list and now she read it again – it excited her to do so. The instructions were clear and precise as always. 'Not before twelve-thirty on Monday morning was she to begin.' Claire smiled at Madam's knowing ways, the bitch was making her wait again and she knew she would obey Madam's instructions.
A pencil, a hairbrush handle, carrot, banana and a cucumber; they were just the beginning of the list and Claire read on. A broom handle, a candle and many other objects all to be found around the home but best of all was the last item on the list, 'The contents of the parcel'. Gift-wrapped and tied with a bow of gold ribbon the gift sat on the bed teasing with Claire's impatience to open it. All other items had to be tried first and in order of the list, the parcel only then could be opened and the contents used.
Claire looked again at the clock on her bedside table, eleven-twenty, over an hour to wait and the need to experiment was growing. A momentary thought of starting early and of defying Arabella was pushed aside, Claire sat on her hands so as to help resist the urge to touch herself. She smiled and thought of Madam, the rotten bitch knew all and would be reveling in her forced wait.
She started sharply, brought instantly back to the present by the shrill ring of the phone.
"Claire, I need you," Natalie's thick voice said as Claire answered.
"Not now, Natalie I'm a little busy at present."
"I don't think you understand, what we did the other day – I need it again and soon."
Claire couldn't contain a smile and the throbbing in her pussy had been made worse still by the thought of her friend in such desperate sexual need.
"Later."
"But when later?"
Claire felt a tinge of irritation, she wanted so desperately to try Madam's list of items. Not that Natalie was preventing her but it felt good to blame her friend for the nagging ache in her vulva.
"Er…this afternoon…about four."
"Not before?" Came the urgent plea.
"Patience bitch, patience."
Claire felt a thrill much as she imagined Arabella would be getting by making her subject wait. The control and manipulation of other sexually in need people felt so very good.
"Four-thirty now for your insistence slut."
A slight pause and then.
"Okay Claire, four-thirty it is then."
"Mistress," Claire reminded lightly.
Natalie's voice lowered.
"Mistress."
"Oh and slut. You will come to me naked with only an overcoat to cover you."
"What! Drive you your place naked! It's hot sunshine outside and…well, I might be seen."
Claire chuckled at the thought of her friend, driving with one hand as the other gripped her coat tightly across her neck to cover herself.
"Do it slut," Claire said firmly.
There followed a short silence and then.
"Yes Mistress."
The line went dead and Claire sat back laughing. She looked again at the clock and only a few minutes had passed. She lay back and sighed deeply, imagining the servants thick cocks and all that had happened at the manor. The throbbing ache in her pussy was becoming unbearable, she wished now that she had asked Natalie to come over straight away.
Her fingers toyed with the pencil, there was still half an hour to go and her pussy was moist in anticipation. Claire slipped it through one of her nipple rings and turned it clockwise. The sharp pain that shot through her was wonderful, she twisted the pencil again to savour the teasing sensation that it produced for her.
Absently her other hand strayed down over her stomach and had almost reached and cupped her mons before she checked herself and sat up.
"Damn you Arabella!" Claire said aloud. "Damn you, damn you!"
Claire began to giggle, her thoughts turned then to Natalie's coming visit and the lovely sleek body of her friend.
She had slumbered, deep and distant in her thoughts, she came awake with a start and cursed herself. Twelve forty-two the clock read, over ten minutes past the deadline.
Claire immediately raised her knees and parted them, holding the long pencil by the sharpened end and hovering the blunt end at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed it carefully in and relaxed. It was so exciting, a pencil wasn't thick but the act itself, the inserting of an unusual object into her body held a thrill all of its own.
Claire tensed her internal muscles as tightly as she could but to no effect. Again and again she tried and then tried it standing up again with little success, the pencil simply stayed there held in place by Claire's wet pussy juices. The hairbrush handle seemed a better prospect, positioning herself in front of the long wardrobe mirror Claire shifted her legs apart and prepared herself. The handle was cool and rigid as it pushed up inside, she watched its progress carefully in her reflection. Up and up it went until only the bristles were visible projecting from her pussy then Claire tried tensing. It worked in part, she felt a monetary gripping and then her muscles relaxed. Still holding the brush into her Claire tried again using several different methods of coaxing her muscles to respond. More frequently she felt the delightful sensations, her muscles closing around the whole length of the handle inside her.
She rested a moment, took a deep breath and tried again, she could now release her hold on the bristles and delighted in the way her body held the brush firmly if only for fleeting seconds at a time. Gradually as the technique became clear Claire was able to grip and hold for longer and longer periods. The rhythmic pulsing grips were pushing her state of arousal higher by the moment. It was so exciting, fucking herself with her own body and method, the object not even moving to aid her pleasure.
With hands on her hips now, she watched in the mirror as the bristles of the brush jerked slightly in time with her gripping and relaxing she could hold it in her at last! Claire imagined one of the servants up her, of squeezing his cock whilst staring directly into his eyes. Of teasing him, bringing him to the very brink of climax and then stopping to watch his disappointment. During her thoughts the rhythm had increased in pace to a regular jolting of her muscles. The handle served as the medium and she fucked vigorously as she moved closer to her peak.
Claire tensed her whole body, the throbbing sensations now pumping through her unstoppably. One hand moved down to cup her mons, her fingers pressing hard against her erect clitoris. She rubbed and gripped in tandem to send her arousal to the very brink. She hovered there, panting hard in excitement. She opened her eyes, looked at herself in the mirror, blew a sensual kiss at her reflection and came to orgasm.