The room was obviously little used and Claire had found it purely by chance as she had wandered the upper floor. The single item that it contained however had taken her interest instantly. Obviously fairly old and coated in a layer of grey dust the wooden seat construction has been very specifically designed. It had a shaped, sloping seat that rose up and out to render the seated person inclined backward with their hips thrust forward. A back support also shaped to accept the rounded contours of a body and leg supports that would splay the seated person open. Two things about the chair were of more interest to Claire though; the thick straps attached that would secure the wrists and ankles and the sculptured wooded cock that stuck up from the seat. It was inclined backward at just the correct angle to slip up inside a woman's pussy.
Claire called out, holding the door open to shout excitedly along the corridor. It took moments only for a servant to respond to her bidding and to come running along to the room.
"Get me a duster and polish – now!" Claire demanded impatiently.
She stripped her clothes from her body as the servant rubbed hard to bring forth a deep reddish mahogany glow to the wooden structure. Her body pulsed in high sexual anticipation as she moved to the chair, placed her hands on the arms and began lowering herself down. At first she was seated with the tip of the wooden cock just an inch from her pussy. She fitted her legs into the supports and gently allowed herself to slip down onto the hard wooden phallus.
Hard and uncompromising the thick cock was but it held delight and mystique of its own as it moved up inside her. At last she was there, fully down on the hard phallus with her legs wide and body leaning back against the support. In any other circumstances her position would have been deemed as crude and indecent but at the manor it suited admirably. Claire's legs were open, her hips forced up an her mons presented high, the mound of her pussy level with her throat and her shoulders in line with her thighs. A cunningly designed bump on the top side of the base of the wooden cock pressed against the underside of her hard clitoris.
"Strap me in," Claire told the servant urgently.
A thrill shot through her as she was secured immovably into the framework. The thick straps pinning her defenselessly and feeling so strong in their imprisoning grip. Her position was surprisingly comfortable and not just a little exciting as she relaxed to savour the feel of the rod inside her pussy. She found herself complimenting the designer of the chair as the servant knelt between the opened halves of the leg supports before her open pussy.
"Tongue me," Claire ordered, closed her eyes and slunk her head back.
It was heaven! Pure heaven, the soft loving mouth kissing her enflamed labia, the snake-like tongue flicking out to taste her wetness and those strong hands caressing the insides of her thighs. Claire struggled weakly against the restraining straps and wriggled down onto the wooden dildo. His tongue moved, in long cat-like licks he scraped the flat of his rough tongue over the tip of her hard clitoris.
Claire bit her lip, she panted heavily with mouth open, gulping in air to feed the electric sensations that were rushing through her. She came, her pussy gripping hard around the wooden phallus and her whole body shaking in involuntary spasms of exquisite pleasure.
This chair she thought, would be a firm favourite with her from now on, she fully intended to sample its delights again.
Natalie was kneeling on top of the long dining table, she was naked and bound between her two Mistresses. Her elbows were pulled back harshly behind her back and tied tightly together. Her wrists were bound and secured to the ropes around her ankles behind her and she was gagged.
Arabella ate heartily, ignoring the tethered girl until Claire brought attention to her.
"Natalie seems to have adapted well and quickly," she observed.
Arabella picked up the long serving spoon and lashed it hard and spitefully across the tethered girl's upper thigh.
"You have haven't you little slut?"
Only a pained grunt came from behind the gag but Natalie's eyes widened as the numbing pain spread across her thigh. Immovable, she tensed as much as she could within the restricting ropes but could do nothing to ease the dull ache.
"I credit the greater part to you Claire, your introduction of Natalie in to our womanly ways certainly helped."
"She received her punishment?" Claire sought confirmation.
Arabella sipped at her wine and then answered enthusiastically.
"She enjoyed it like the little sex-hungry slut that she is. Natalie warms to the taste of the cane as naturally as she receives a man's cock. I look forward to eating the little bitch's pussy. I like to think of it a one of those cream cakes that you keep in the fridge. You know it is there and delights it can bring but you resist and the waiting then adds to the final pleasure."
"Is she to get the opportunity of repaying the servant that abused her backside?"
Arabella laughed aloud.
"You young girls! The servants stiff cocks are all that you are concerned with. Yes my dear she will and later, but for now he is in punishment preparation. Learning the error of his ways so to speak."
Claire nodded her approval.
"Your friend too must suffer of course, her punishment is only partially complete."
"Naturally, Claire agreed firmly."
She cast a glance at Natalie who responded with the only part of her that was able, her eyes.
"When?" Claire persisted.
Arabella smiled.
"Anxious to taste your friend's pussy juices again perhaps?" She teased.
Claire smiled mischievously.
"Perhaps," she beamed back. "Amongst other things."
"This afternoon perhaps but tell me first of this other friend Amey."
Claire thought for a moment.
"Small – tiny is the word, she is neat and petite her looks far younger than her true age."
"Mmmm," Arabella muttered. "I remember little Amey, the freckly little flat-chested girl that used to annoy everyone."
"Not now," Claire corrected eagerly. A full and attractive chest and body to match, the freckles are still there but faded. She is, we think, still sexually inexperienced."
Arabella stopped eating, her eyes staring up with a hint of devilment and salacious longing.
"Virgin?" She drooled hopefully.
"Almost certainly. She has gone to great pains to have us believe otherwise but, as you know, a woman can detect these things."
Arabella sat back, she reached out to the servant beside her and gripped his cock. Her delicate fingers teased as she talked and once he was erect she broke off to suck him.
Her soft mouth worked sensually, closing tightly around his thick shaft and drawing back up his length before plunging back down on it. For several minutes she worked on him, her other hands teasing at his balls. Arabella sucked greedily as she came, shooting his sperm deep into the back of her throat.
"Sorry, do continue," she said casually as she pushed the servant away. "Can't go without my afters."
She wiped at her mouth with the napkin and stood up.
"Shall we take tea on the terrace? It's far too nice to sit in here on a day like this."
She turned to address the servant. "Bring the slut on the table and put her next to my seat on the terrace."
Claire and Arabella strolled together around to the side of the house. At the cobbled entrance to the yard beneath the great brick arch Madam showed Claire the servant in punishment. He was naked as usual, his feet forced apart by a stretching bar secured to his ankles. A thick leather belt around his waist had two side straps that pinioned his wrists. A harness around his shoulders held him leaning forwards at a forty-five degree angle supported by a heavy chain attached to the wall. Around his cock a cord supported weights that swung free and pulled harshly downward on his cock. The servant was gagged, effectively and seemingly painfully for his mouth was forced wide by the ball inside it.