Oct 102006
 

Virginia and Annette ascended the staircase. They kept pausing as Annette gasped at each painting that they encountered along the way. Some of the paintings were simple nudes of men and women reclining, but other paintings portrayed only genitalia, especially large erect male genitals. Virginia felt a wicked delight in seeing Annette’s cheeks flush into a permanent blush. She wasn’t happy at Annette’s insistence that she show her around the house like some sort of real-estate agent, but it was worth it to see Annette squirm. The lawyer also enjoyed the way the embarrassed older woman kept peeking back at some of the more impressive erections.

“At least this is just a window,” Annette declared when they reached the second-floor landing. The large glass window did look harmless at first. They watched for a moment as the sun set behind the row of trees. At the absence of natural light, etched shapes became distinguishable in the glass. Annette leaned in to examine the etched shapes while Virginia turned on some of the lamps in the hallway.

“Oh, my God,” Annette said with wide eyes. “It’s an orgy!”

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“I know,” Virginia said. “I looked at it earlier. I thought maybe it was simply a picture repeated over and over, but it’s not. Each section is unique and shows a different part of the orgy. Have you seen the four women and the very tall man?”

Annette nodded and then shivered. Virginia speculated that the shiver might have been the first sign of arousal she had seen from the cold woman. She had a quick daydream of what Annette’s face would look like moaning.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Annette asked.

Virginia blushed. “I zoned out, sorry,” she said lamely. Why had she thought of that? Virginia was flustered by her imagination. The image she had was so vivid; It felt more like a memory than speculation. This was not appropriate behavior for a lawyer!

“Let me show you the rest of your property,” Virginia said.

“Wait, who is this?” Annette asked.

She was referring to an immense life-sized painting that dominated the hallway. The painting was of a stern-looking blond woman wearing a black velvet corset. The woman’s long hair was in a ponytail and draped between her cleavage. It would have been very sexy if not for the fact that the woman was easily 70 years old and not in the best of health.

“That is Eleanor Foxglove,” Virginia said. “I never meet her personally, but she was described to me by the partners. Apparently, she wore that corset everywhere.”

Annette looked up at the stern woman, and Virginia was surprised by how much the living Foxglove looked like a pale imitation of the much sterner deceased Foxglove. Annette didn’t have any of the furious hostility that Eleanor’s image showed. Virginia had an uneasy feeling that Eleanor was looking down on her relative’s wife and was not happy with what she saw.

“Let’s see the rest of the house now,” Annette said in a quieter-than-usual voice. “She doesn’t look like she was a nice person.”

“I agree,” Virginia said. “But if you think she was mean now, just wait till you see this room.”

She opened a black door in the hallway and waved Annette in. Annette stopped at the threshold and hesitated. Virginia didn’t blame her, and for once, the lawyer felt sympathy for her overbearing client.

“Obviously, it was some sort of punishment room,” Virginia said. It was a large room without a single foot of wasted space. The walls were nothing more than shelves, and on each shelf hung a whip, a paddle or some other instrument of punishment. Two benches were on either side of the room, and the chains and manacles resting on them gave no doubt as to their purpose. From the center of the ceiling hung a sort of leather cradle.

“What on earth is this for?” Annette said. The leather cradle had loops and restraints that Virginia had thought were self-evident.

“It is made to hold someone up in the air,” she said. “I found a switch that activates a pulley for the cradle so you can raise or lower it as you need.”

Annette wrinkled her nose and looked at Virginia. “How do you know so much about this kind of perversion?”

“I’ve had a passing interest,” Virginia said. It was more like a kinky ex-boyfriend, but the lawyer didn’t feel the need to share. She tried to imagine what Annette would do if she discovered that her lawyer was more than familiar with “this kind of perversion.”

Annette would most likely faint outright, Virginia thought . She had another sudden daydream. This one was of Annette fainting to the floor and Virginia quickly tying her into the leather cradle. After stripping off her clothes, of course. Then, while Annette hung nude and helpless, Virginia would select a whip and …

“You have that look again,” Annette said. There was actual concern in her voice.

Virginia shook her head and tried to smile. “Sorry, just trying to imagine how much this must have cost,” she lied.

Annette laughed. “I wonder more about how much it will sell for.”

Annette left the punishment room, and Virginia was oddly aware of the perfume she was wearing. What was happening to her? Virginia’s mind was wondering all over the place and mostly sexually. It had to be the house, she thought. The erotic undertone of the manor was corrupting her judgment.

When I start fantasizing about this bitch, I know I have got it bad, Virginia thought. She didn’t allow herself to think about how wet her panties felt.

Virginia tried to regain her professional frame of mind. She showed Annette the bathroom with the manner of a real-estate agent. The young lady refrained from commenting on the erotic mermaids depicted in the tub — or the hot flush that appeared on Annette’s face when she discovered the camera located right above the showerhead. Virginia steeled herself as she led Annette to the Candle Room.

The Candle Room looked simple enough at first. There were hundreds of candles of various colors and shapes. The center of the room was empty until you noticed the multiple pulleys on the ceiling. Virginia could see how with enough rope, any manner of objects or people could be suspended. Strange symbols were painted on the walls and floor, but at least they weren’t of naked women or giant penises.

“This is another perverted playroom, isn’t it?” Annette said.

“I don’t think so,” Virginia said. She was fighting hard to resist telling Annette anything about wax. The young lawyer was already picturing Annette suspended in mid-air and squirming as dozens of candles dripped hot wax onto her body. Virginia bit her lip as Annette talked about moving the candles around the house to brighten the place up.

“What’s in here?” Annette said. It was a solid double door that Virginia had been trying to avoid. The lawyer had previously looked forward to showing this to Annette this particular room, but now Virginia didn’t trust her overactive libido. Still, a client was a client, and the lawyer reluctantly opened the door.

“What the fuck?” Annette said and Virginia agreed with the unexpected vulgarity. The room was crowded with various decorations and other items, all of them decadent. On the floor were strewn various sex toys such as dildos and vibrators. The chains that hung on the walls looked well-used. Several Chinese lamps hung from the ceiling, casting the shadows of strange symbols all over the room. Lingerie of countless designs and colors littered the floor, and Virginia could tell that most of the underwear needed to be washed.

Up along one wall was an iron-barred cage. It was six feet long and only three feet high. Annette looked inside it and frowned at the pillow and blankets she saw. Her frown deepened when she saw the nameplate that was soldered on.

It read simply, “Painslut’s.”

“I think that’s where she slept,” Virginia said. She hadn’t entered the room. Her mind was racing with erotic scenes. Virginia pictured Annette in the cage. She pictured Annette putting She lingerie. She imagined Annette crawling around on all fours, nude and trying to dodge the whips of her mistress.

“Did you hear me?” Annette said again.

Virginia realized that she hadn’t. Worse, when she turned to face her client, she felt an aching need between her thighs. God, she was so turned on right now!

“I asked to be shown the other rooms on this floor,” Annette said. “This is almost worse than the room with the whips. At least that was just kinky freaks playing around. Looking at this room, you have to know that their servant lived like this all the time.”

And probably loved the hell out of it, Virginia said to herself.

They stood in the hallway, and before Virginia could show Annette the next room, the client put her hand on Virginia’s arm. The simple touch sent shivers down Virginia’s aroused body. The lawyer prayed that Annette hadn’t noticed.

“I think I’ll go upstairs by myself,” Annette said. “If I have to explore a pervert’s house, I’d rather do it by myself. As a woman, I’m sure you understand.”

Virginia had no idea what Annette meant, but she nodded anyway. The truth was that Virginia was grateful. Her thighs were tingling with a desire she didn’t know what to do with. Better for Annette to get offended by the house in private rather than wonder why her lawyer kept shifting in place.

After Annette ascended the stairs to the third floor, Virginia went to the last door, which they hadn’t entered today. She had seen it earlier in the week, but still had a hard time believing in it. Through an ordinary-looking door was a room filled on all four walls with bunk beds.

These weren’t the normal spacious bunk beds you might see in a kid’s room or on a military base. These beds were crammed on top of each other in a desperate race for space. The clearance on each bed was barely two and a half feet. The pillows and sheets looked soft but Virginia couldn’t imagine sleeping in one of these beds.

Suddenly, she had a vivid thought of a dozen men and women sleeping in these beds. They slept on their backs and in the nude. All wore gags, and all were leashed to their headboards. In the darkness of the night, with the breathing of their fellow slaves for company, they waited. They waited for the crack of the door, the gentle tugging of their leashes and the thrill of following either Painslut or their masters to one of the playrooms.

A voice calling down the hall shook Virginia from her hallucination. She noticed that the house was much darker now. She didn’t recall hearing Annette come down the stairs, but she also understood the power of her daydreams. Creepy Stewart could have sneaked up and goosed her and she wouldn’t have noticed.

Virginia hurried down the hall and discovered that the voice was coming from the bedroom of Painslut. The lawyer was surprised to see Annette sitting in one of the few chairs in the room. The older blond woman was drinking something red from a wine bottle and pouring it into a decanter.

“I found a few things upstairs,” Annette said. “It occurred to me that I was being selfish.”

Virginia couldn’t have been more stunned if Annette had actually admitted to being a browbeating wife. There was a casual manner to Annette now that Virginia had never suspected. She almost wondered if her client was drunk.

“What do you mean by selfish? This is your house now.”

“True,” Annette said. “But what is in the house doesn’t interest me. The stuff in this room, especially, is a bit off my taste. I was curious if you would like to have it.”

Virginia didn’t know what to say. Unfortunately for her, her ethics training was clear about exactly what to say. Virginia politely explained that it would be wrong for her to accept gifts from her client’s inheritance.

“Nonsense,” Annette said harshly. “For one thing, I’m not giving them to you. I’m paying them to you for services rendered.”

“What do you mean by that?” Virginia asked.

“As you have pointed out by snickering all day, you know I am not as worldly as you think you are,” Annette said. Now there was no trace of casualness in her voice. “In fact, your smirking behavior has been very disrespectful. I have half a mind to report you to your firm and ask for a more professional executor for the will.”

Before Virginia could apologize, Annette cut her off.

“Don’t argue, it’s uncivilized,” Annette said. “As I said, I haven’t seen most of this garbage ever be used. I would like you to demonstrate some of the clothing and other items here. Anything you wear, I’ll let you keep. More important, if you play my little game, I won’t report you .”

Virginia was torn. She had been afraid that Annette may have noticed her behavior today, and now the cold woman had confirmed her fears. The young woman wasn’t about to agree to Annette’s offer, but she couldn’t deny how attractive it was. Virginia was interested in this room full of treasure, but she wasn’t about to demonstrate it for someone she could barely stand.

“Why don’t you start with the diamond collar?” Annette said. The blond pointed toward a table sitting by the cage. Virginia walked over there, and her breath caught in her throat. Lying on the table was a black band of leather, and true to Annette’s description it was covered in diamonds!

Virginia couldn’t begin to estimate the value of the necklace. The diamonds were real, and the collar was beautiful. She picked up the beautiful collar and brought it to her neck. For some reason, she couldn’t bear to look at Annette as she slipped it on. She averted her eyes as the cold leather closed around her neck. The clasp locked with a chilling finality.

“Very lovely,” Annette said. “Your hair is just short enough to not hide it. Why don’t you put on the rubber gloves next?”

Virginia looked down and saw the gloves in question. Her chin grazed the sharp diamonds on her collar. She was very aware of the collar’s weight around her neck. She bent down and picked up the black rubber gloves. Annette’s eyes were on her, and Virginia blushed at the rush of heat she felt between her thighs.

The gloves were long enough to come almost up to her elbows. Virginia hesitated until Annette calmly suggested that she remove her jacket to accommodate the gloves. The lawyer nervously obeyed. It was only her jacket, but Virginia found herself getting even more aroused at this simple undressing. She had no idea why she was feeling this way but a guilty part of her was starting to enjoy it.

She dropped the jacket on the table and put on the gloves. They stretched over her hands and hugged tightly to her arms. The black rubber absorbed the light and shimmered in the darkness. Virginia felt decadent just looking at them.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” Annette said. Virginia noticed that the cool blonde was beginning to flush around the face. Before Virginia could answer, Annette already knew what item she wanted to see next.

“See those clamps on the golden chain there?” Annette pointed to a pile of toys to Virginia’s left. “Put them on.”

Virginia picked up the chain in question. Two metal clamps were connected by what looked like real gold. The teeth of the clamps appeared sharp and nasty. Virginia knew exactly what they were for and how she would have to put them on. She couldn’t bring herself to do it at first.

“Young lady, you must know that I am willing to ruin you if you displease me,” Annette said. She said with the calmness with which one reports the weather. “Take off your blouse and demonstrate the clamps for me. I can call your firm in an instant on my cell phone, and trust me, I’ve had years of complaining from living with Stewart. I could tell them stories about your behavior that would have you fired within the hour.”

Virginia believed her. Angry at the blackmail and disturbed by her own arousal, Virginia tore at her blouse. She whipped it over her head and ignored Annette’s whistle of admiration at her peach-colored bra. Virginia glared at her tormentor as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She just wished her nipples weren’t so dark and hard from her desire.

“My, my, those are small breasts,” Annette said. “Like a small teenager, I would guess. I wonder if Stewart would lust after you so much if he knew how deficient you were compared to his own wife. Oh, well. Let’s see those clamps in action, dear.”

The lawyer was burning from the embarrassment of having her breasts critiqued by this bitch. Her chest was small, and her breasts didn’t compare to those of someone as stacked as Annette, but Virginia was never comfortable with someone saying it out loud. In fact, Annette’s insults were almost enough to make her quit this cruel game and risk losing her job.

But only almost. The truth was that Virginia couldn’t remember being this aroused before. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and her sex was aching with a need to be touched. Plus, there was the reward of the gold chain and the clamps to be considered. Despite her shame, Virginia pinched a clamp open and pressed it against her nipple.

“Shit!” she cried out. The teeth bit down on her nipple like a dozen pinpricks. She hadn’t expected the biting to be this intense. The clamp held onto her nipple with a harsh grip.

“Language,” Annette chided. “And please, hurry up and apply the other clamp.”

Somehow, Virginia complied. Now both her breasts were being bitten by matching clamps as the gold chain dangled between them. She reached behind her and gripped the cage for support as Annette admired their appearance.

“Quite elegant, I think,” Annette said.

Virginia hated herself for enjoying the compliment.

“Pull on your chain for me,” Annette requested.

Virginia was startled at her client’s request. Slowly, she obeyed, tugging on the gold chain with her finger until she was biting her lip from the pain. Annette merely watched and nodded.

“I think we should see you wear some of the more interesting items, don’t you? Take off skirt and panties, and let’s see what we can find for you.”

“Ma’am, I don’t want your husband to see me like that,” Virginia pleaded. She couldn’t believe how easy it was for her to fall into old habits.

Annette laughed. She stood, and to Virginia’s disbelief, the older woman began to disrobe. She removed her blouse to reveal a tight black corset under her clothes. It was a fetish touch that Annette would have never dreamed of connecting to the prudish blonde. When Virginia thought she couldn’t be surprised any further, Annette wiggled out of her skirt to reveal a lack of both panties and pubic hair. Annette sat back in the chair and spread her legs. There was no doubt now to what end she was carrying her blackmail.

“Trust me, little woman,” Annette said. “Stewart will be too busy cooking to disturb us. If he does, he will not enter this room. He knows better than to disobey.”

Virginia resigned herself to her fate. It was obvious that Annette planned to carry this through to the end. Virginia had heard of clients desiring their lawyers, but this was her first case of harassment. To her shame, she didn’t mind because of the rather exotic circumstances of the situation. She was already ahead by a diamond collar; she could put up with an eccentric for a few more prizes.

She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. It was a little harder to remove her peach panties. She had resigned herself to the game, but it was still a bit difficult to be completely nude for a stranger. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down quickly. It was as if she was trying to eliminate the tease from her undressing. All she succeeded in doing was making Annette laugh.

“Your displeasure is amusing,” Annette said. The blonde was now openly playing with herself, and Virginia was amazed. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who had scoffed at the nude paintings on the stairs!

“Let’s start with the black dildo on the ground,” Annette said. When Virginia paled, Annette laughed again. “Don’t worry, my poor lawyer. It’s just a form of gag.”

She was right. Virginia found that the short dildo was connected to a leather strap that could fit around her head. When Virginia realized that wouldn’t be putting on a sex show for Annette, she was uncomfortable with the feeling of disappointment that washed over her.

“Slide the dildo into your mouth, and strap it on,” Annette commanded. The blonde’s fingers were now slipping inside herself.

Virginia obeyed. The dildo was very long, but Virginia managed to choke it down. She shuddered when she realized that by the rules of the game, she now owned the dildo. Virginia found herself eager to test its length somewhere more intimate. When the dildo completely filled her mouth, she tied it around her head. She was effectively gagged.

“Let’s have some fun now,” Annette commanded. She was stroking herself hard now, and Virginia’s eyes kept wandering to Annette’s busy fingers. The blonde’s hand was slick, and the sounds of her wet stroking filled the quiet room.

“In that pile of toys is an ivory masterpiece,” Annette said. “Find it and hold it up.”

Virginia dug through the toys and found the ivory toy Annette had mentioned. A full 12 inches in length and carved from a single piece of ivory, the dildo was incredibly smooth and thick. Virginia trembled as she anticipated what Annette was going to ask next.

“Despite the value of this unusual piece, it can be yours,” Annette said. “I just want to see it inside you first. Yes, it is very long, and yes, it is very wide but I have faith that you are enough of a slut to accommodate it.”

Annette’s insults made Virginia flinch, but she was too fascinated by the ivory piece to care. Curving slightly, the ivory was cool in her hands. It did look too large to take inside her, but the urgent need she had felt between her thighs made her at least want to try.

The young woman sat on the cold bars of the iron cage and spread her legs. Across from her, Annette silently stroked herself to a fevered speed. Virginia placed the curving tip against her sex and began the long slow push inside.

The gag choked her moans as she slid the ivory inside her. She bit down hard on the rubber cock in her mouth as the thick ivory spread her sex apart. It was huge! The ivory slid easily inside her, the path already slippery from a long day of being teased by the erotic house. Inch after inch disappeared inside her, spreading, pushing and invading her tight sex.

“Deeper,” Annette groaned as if it were entering her. Virginia could only nod and obey. The ivory was warming up to her body temperature and growing warm in her fingers. Virginia used both hands to push the toy while her thighs spread wider to accept the blissful impalement.

“Faster,” Annette said. It had come out in a gasp. Virginia could hear the wet sounds of Annette’s sex; she envied the freedom in which Annette could masturbate.

Groaning under her gag, Virginia pushed the ivory harder. It vanished inside her sex, filling the young woman to her limits with its girth. The pain of the nipple clamps was forgotten. The fact that she was performing a sex show for her client was a distant concern. All Virginia wanted was to be filled and fucked. She was halfway there.

“You did it,” Annette said. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “Now fuck yourself with it.”

Virginia trembled as she complied. Her eyes clenched as she moved the toy in and out. She bit down harder on the gag as the wonderful toy filled her. Using both hands, Virginia pumped her sex in short, vigorous strokes. Every stroke made her breasts jiggle, which in turn agitated the clamps on her nipples, but Virginia didn’t slow down at all. She had to climax, she just had to!

“Oh, yes!” Annette cried out. Virginia watched as the cold blonde had her climax. Annette had both hands inside herself, stroking deep, secret places. Virginia smiled despite the gag. She felt a satisfying thrill in knowing that she’d gotten the cruel bitch off. Now it was time for her own orgasm.

“Stop,” Annette commanded. “I mean it. Stop right now and pull it out, or I’ll terminate our agreement right here.”

Virginia whined. It sounded pitiful coming from her gagged throat, but she had no shame at this point. She also had no willpower to resist. With terrible reluctance, she pulled the ivory out of her. Her toes curled as the awesome girth left her body. When the ivory dildo left her body, she felt a terrible loss inside of her as well as an incredible need to climax.

“You certainly got it wet,” Annette commented. “Set it down on top of the cage. You can take it later. For now, I want you to find a pair of handcuffs. Any will do.”

Virginia tried to obey. Her knees were trembling, and her vision was doubling . She felt the exhaustion of a good fucking but not the refreshing bliss that comes from the orgasm. The young woman fell to her knees and scavenged among the junk on the floor till she found a pair of handcuffs. They were simple steel inset with tiny rubies. Virginia was amazed at the casual wealth that was discarded on the floor.

“Now, put them on with your hands behind your back,” Annette said. The blonde was dipping her pussy-soaked fingers in her wine glass and sucking her fingers. The sounds her lips made were exciting Virginia to desperate levels.

The lawyer was so dazed from her need that she slipped on the handcuffs without thinking. Only when her hands were bound behind her did she realize how helpless she was. Worse, she wouldn’t be able to masturbate! Virginia understood that her only chance of getting off now would be with Annette’s help. Somehow, that idea didn’t bother her as much as maybe it should.

“You look much better that way,” Annette commented. “Gagged, bound, clamped and very, very wet. I do believe you are in your natural state. Since you are already on your lovely knees, I want you to crawl into that wonderful cage behind you. Yes, that cage. I promise you: You will be rewarded.”

Virginia looked at the cage and felt a shiver of fear. The black iron bars were crude and unforgiving. On the other hand, the lure of a reward was overwhelming. She didn’t understand why she had been so horny all day long but she didn’t care. All she knew was that she needed to climax, and if it meant she had to crawl into a cage, then so be it.

The cage door was already unlocked and open. It was difficult to crawl on her knees without her hands as support, but she did it. When she was completely inside the cage, Annette asked her to pull the door shut with her toes. Virginia did, and when the lock clicked shut, the young lawyer felt a wave of panic sweep through her and she started shaking.

“Nervous?” Annette asked. Virginia looked up to see the that blonde was sitting on top of the cage. “Scared? Frightened? Good.”

Annette leaned down and whispered in a raspy voice that didn’t sound like her at all, “I’m glad you’re scared, because the worst has yet to come!”

Before Virginia’s eyes, Annette began to change. Her immaculate short hair lengthened and twined around itself into a ponytail. The full breasts held in by the corset withered and wrinkled into deflated bags. Varicose veins rippled those smooth legs. In less than a minute, Annette had transformed into the image of the late Eleanor Foxglove!

Virginia screamed, but the gag ensured her silence. Annette just laughed. At that moment, all of the Chinese lamps extinguished at once. The room was plunged into darkness, and Virginia was still trapped in the cage.

She screamed some more, but the gag held her to a silence as quiet as the empty house.

  6 Responses to “Fiction: Haunted House of Bondage: Painslut’s Bedroom”

  1. very interesting there, can’t wait for the next part

  2. Thanks Red Velvet. I’m tickled you’re enjoying it. The next part will be on Wednesday.

  3. Oh wow… I can’t wait to see what happens to Annette…

  4. there is something very personally freaky about this story that I can’t share, but I am still enjoying them very much!

  5. Jaenelle- Thanks :) Annette’s fate is next.

    Art- Personally freaky sounds good to me :)

  6. I figured that Annette was next. It’s as people split off. Just like a horror movie.

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