Natalie had responded well both in becoming accustomed to the high-heeled shoes and to the posture training. Her look of sheer delight as Madam had handed her the suit was obvious to all. Claire felt a surge in her pussy as she imagined her friend clad in the same tight latex suit that she herself owned. Madam made much of praising Natalie and it wasn't without a tinge of jealousy that Claire added her congratulations to the beaming Natalie – now also to be know as Madam.
The three of them sat in the study, a formal meeting that had seen the routine matters dispensed with and now ready to move on to Arabella's announcement.
"I am planning to hold, once Amey and Louise are inducted, a grand ball. A celebration that will bring my friends and acquaintances from far and wide. You girls, you new Madams, will play a great roll in that special occasion."
Both girls looked at one another, delight etched in their expressions.
"I make the same offer to you," Arabella continued. "As I made to Claire, that you become a staff member here at the manner and may move in here if you wish. Claire has given her acceptance already and I await yours."
"Yes!" Natalie said instantly.
Taken a little by surprise at her ready agreement Arabella cautioned softly.
"Take time to consider…"
"Nothing to consider," Natalie said firmly. "My answer is an emphatic yes."
Madam nodded her head in acceptance and continued.
"It is my hope, subject to their suitability naturally, that Amey and Louise will join us here also. I have brought Amey's invitation forward and arranged that Louise will follow almost immediately afterwards should she choose to accept."
"That dirty bitch will agree to anything sexual," Natalie quipped and gained giggled agreement from Claire.
A thrill rippled through the two girls, they beamed a smile at one another at the prospect of the friends being together.
"Now," Arabella announced loudly in a tone that signaled the end of her speech. "I can't wait to see Natalie in her suit and to stripe both of your lovely little bottoms for you. Claire, you may select the implement of your punishment whilst Natalie dresses.
Little Amey sat on the bus, her schoolgirl's uniform giving the impression that she was simply in the upper forms of secondary or comprehensive school. Her little grey skirt was pulled high up her thigh to show a good expanse of silky smooth thigh. Her tie had been loosened, the collar undone and her blouse open several buttons down her smooth neck to show a hint of her cleavage.
He had noticed, the man in the seat opposite, his frequent leering looks roamed her legs and breasts hungrily. About forty something Amey guessed him to be, clean and well presented but shifty in his furtive ogling.
She raised one knee, pressing it against the back of the seat in front of her, allowing her skirt to slide up further. Her body pounded with electric sensation as he increased his interest in her offered thighs. Only two other passengers remained on the bus now and they were both seated far down in front of Amey close to the doors. She looked across at the excited man and pouted sexily. Her fingers gripped the hem of her little skirt and pulled it up to her waist.
His eyes widened, his mouth hung open in stunned amazement as he leered greedily at her little white knickers. He was hard, his cock pushing his trousers up into a straining bulge.
Amey stood, allowing her skirt to fall back and cover her thighs, she moved into the isle and leant over, looking out of the window beyond the man. Her heart beat fast as she posed for him, aware that her breasts and cleavage were his main point of interest. She smiled broadly, blew him a kiss and walked away to the front of the bus swinging her hips.
As she alighted onto the pavement Amey took a deep breath and calmed herself, the thrill had been so very wonderful. She checked her watch, part two of her instructions had been completed, next was the tube and then to the park. She walked confidently, chest out and bathing in the many sexually loaded looks she received from passing men. At the entrance to the tube station she paused, composed herself once again and then walked in.
Robert, Claire's suffering husband was naked and bound, his hands behind his back and kneeling on the floor. His face was pressed hard down on the carpet where Claire's firm grip on his hair twisted his face painfully downward.
"Did you enjoy watching me get fucked?" She mocked.
"Yes," he muttered and winced in pain.
"He had a wonderful cock didn't he Robert. So big and thick, hard and powerful. So unlike your pathetic little offering."
He grunted in response.
Claire swung a leg over his head to straddle him, her thighs clamping around his head as she faced his body and her buttocks pressing his head down. Her open hand landed a sting slap on his buttocks.
"Tell me," she breathed excitedly. "What it was like to watch."
"Horny," came the muffled reply as a second stinging slap landed on him. "The way his huge cock stretched your pussy wide around it."
"Unnnh" Claire gasped. Her fingernails dug into his back as the surge shot through her.
"The way you took his whole length up inside you, you bitch and loved every second of it."
She dragged her fingernails down his back, peeling the skin from him in her deep excitement. She ground her clitoris hard against the back of his head, her hips jerking in a rush to sate her need.
"You took his come up you and then made him lick it whilst you sucked me."
She moaned aloud in deep ecstasy and increased the pace of her jerking hips. Her head was back and eyes closed as her nails tore at his back in fervent excitement.
"And then," Robert stuttered as he coped with the raw pain in his back. "You rotten bitch, you got him to fuck you again whilst you kissed me."
Claire came, her whole body stiffening and her strong thighs gripping around his head. Her back arched, she let out a long deep sigh and slumped forwards onto her husband's back. Her knee was wet with thick globules of Robert's sperm that had jetted out in his great excitement.
Arabella was in the gym watching the servants exercise. A daily routine that she insisted upon so as to maintain their strong athletic bodies for her viewing and use. She sat as always astride a vaulting horse, her favourite place at this time of day with the added advantage of pressure against her pussy. The firmly padded suede top angled beautifully to press hard against her clitoris. With so much wonderful sweaty male flesh on offer it helped to maintain the stimulation.
She would fuck one of them, at least one, but it was so very hard to decide which. All of them posed and strained as they worked, conscious of her presence and jockeying for attention and the reward of her body. It was the prize she offered for bodily perfection and they all them responded willingly to the challenge.
Muscles strained and bulged, rippling stomachs and sculptured thighs simply labouring to please her whims. Best of though for Arabella was the swinging cock between their thighs, some in states of semi-erection and anticipation of her body. She sat naked with only her nipple rings on her otherwise naked body, it she felt, add a little to their enthusiasm.
"Paul," she called and pointed, she paused. "Not you!"
She laughed aloud. It was her little joke, to raise their hopes, and their cocks mostly, only to dash those hopes and the erections that they may have gained. Her eyes roamed the gleaming buttocks of the big black boy but she had him yesterday. Her pussy was in need now, that wetness and the dull throbbing ache had started and it was time.
She lay back on the vaulting horse, her legs wide and her buttocks resting just on the edge.