Twisted Delights (13)

Bette looked at her calendar. Now that she was ‘in training’, all of her weekends were taken up. She hadn’t had a free day for herself in over a month. Once she’d agreed to Sub Training, her life had not been her own. She was still expected to do her work for Lord Duncan during the week and be his social hostess on military weekends. On Family weekends, she was just another sub prey to the whims of Lord Duncan, Declan or Betsy. Betsy, now Mrs. Howell, was the worst of all. Every time Bette forgot to call her Mrs. Howell, there was punishment. Last time she’d had to wash dishes wearing nothing but a waxed apron. She thought she’d die of embarrassment.

Then there were the rules. No panties unless she was on her monthlies. Her bras had been replaced with demi-cups that let her nipples rest just above the cup and rubbed against her clothes. No nighties, and no touching herself at night or any other time unless she was told to do so. On weekends, she was spanked or tied up according to whatever lessons Lord Duncan thought she needed. There were times that she thought she would explode from sheer horniness.


She looked up to see Lord Duncan standing in the doorway. He had a box in his hand. “Yes Sir?”

“This is your outfit for tonight. All the usual rules. Tonight you will serve at a dinner party.” He handed her the box. It was heavier than it looked.

“Yes Sir.”

“You understand that this is not a normal dinner party, correct?”

“Yes Sir. I… I will be asked to.. to serve as a sub.”

Lord Duncan smiled. “Indeed. See you at 6 in the formal dining room.” He turned and left before she could reply.

Bette looked at the clock. She’d have ninety minutes if she hurried. Finishing up the last work on her desk, she turned off the light, locked the door and hurried upstairs with the box.

After she showered, Bette opened the box. Inside was a dress made of heavy green satin. The tight waist required the corset that lay under the dress. The stockings were pale with a matching green seam up the back. Just as she was trying to figure out how to get the corset on, there was a knock at her door.


“I’ve come to help you dress,” answered a timid voice.

“Come in.” Bette turned to see Violet, one of the housemaids. “Can you help me with the corset?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

A little self consciously, Bette dropped her dressing gown and Violet wrapped the corset around her body. As Bette lifted and adjusted her breasts, Violet began to lace the back up and pull the laces tight.

“Oh! A little looser?” Bette had never worn a corset of this type. It looked like some Elizabethan or 17th Century reproduction. As with her demi-cup bras, the nipples sat right at the edge of the cup.

“No Miss. Lord Duncan said as tight as I could. Else the dress won’t fit.” Violet pulled once more and then tied the laces. Then she helped Bette with the stockings, making sure the seams were straight and connected firmly to the garters hanging from the bottom of the corset.

“Oh lord.” Bette tried to accustom herself to the constrictions. She took a breath and then Violet helped her into the dress. It buttoned up the back, and when Violet was finished, Bette understood why the corset was needed. The vision of her in the dress was astonishing. Short sleeves just grazed her shoulders while the bodice criss-crossed her bust. The dress just covered her nipples and showed off her breasts. The waist nipped in and then the skirt flowed to the floor as her hips flared outward. The hem skimmed the tops of her feet.

“Lord Duncan wants you to wear these.” Violet held out a pair of moderate yet dainty heels.

Once Bette slipped on the shoes, she sat for Violet to do her hair. It only took a few moments for Violet to produce an elegant upsweep hairdo with a curl cascading down one side. Bette let her apply the makeup as well.

“All finished Miss.” Violet stepped back.

Bette looked into the mirror and barely recognized herself. “Oh.”

“You’d best come now. Dinner is in ten minutes. You won’t want to be late.” Violet opened the door and led Bette down the hall. They headed for the formal dining room that always reminded Bette of just how out of place she felt. All the china, silverware and glasses still confused her at times. She entered to see six other women dressed similarly to herself. Each one wore a different coloured gown. Bette moved to the open chair and stood behind it. She focused her eyes on the table like the other women.

Two minutes later, the dinner gong rang, and the men filed into the room. The men took their places and everyone was seated. While the men were served full portions, each woman was served a smaller portion. Declan sat to her left. Small talk consisted of the weather, holidays or the latest play or film.

When the last plate was cleared, the women were excused while the men had port and cigars. In the smaller parlour, there were glasses of sherry. The women spoke in whispers.

“Can you breathe?”

“No! Nearly fainted when I had to stand.”

“Could barely eat!”

“A crime as it all smelled so good!”

“What’s on after dinner?”

“I don’t know. You?”

“Not a clue.”

“Damn. Figured you might as you work here.”

Bette shook her head. She started to ask one of the other women a question when Violet appeared at the door.

“Ladies, would you follow me?” She led them down the hall to a powder room. “Freshen up and the next part of the evening will begin.” Violet turned and left. The women took turns and then tidied up. When they were all finished, Violet led them through the red leather door, down the hall and into where the gentlemen waited.

“Ladies, please come in.” Lord Duncan gestured as the women hesitated.

Bette took a breath and led the way. They were led to a ring of six chairs.

“You’re all acquainted with the game of musical chairs?”

The women nodded.

“When the music stops, you ladies will take a seat. The one left standing will pay a penalty. The last one sitting will be rewarded. Understood?”

The seven women nodded. The music stared and the women moved around in a circle. When the music stopped, the women dove for a seat. The Yellow silk dress was left standing. Lord Duncan walked over to her and led her off to one side where a small bench stood against the wall. As the rest of the room watched, she was bent over the bench and her skirt was flipped up over her head. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Lord Duncan kicked them apart. The gentleman with the yellow cravat walked over and proceeded to spank her with his hand until her ass was red, and her pussy dripping. Then she was made to kneel and watch the rest of the game.

Red was the next to be left standing. Her punishment was to have her nipples exposed and silk roses clipped to them. She too knelt and watched.

Blue cried when she was left standing. Her gentleman must have known her well, as a gag was produced and she was cut off mid cry. Then her skirts were lifted and she was whipped with a riding crop until her ass was crimson. She sniveled around the gag as she knelt.

Purple did not scream, or stamp her foot, but just sort of melted to the floor in a puddle of silk. Her gentleman pulled her up and she was then strapped to a St. Andrews cross where her thighs were whipped . She was not taken down, although her juices dripped onto the floor.

Cream nearly took the seat from Bette, but a well placed elbow lost her a place on the chair. Her punishment was a spanking, but when she was finished, her gentleman thrust a dildo up inside, and she was told to hold it there as she knelt.

Bette and Gold circled the chair as tight as possible. Each one waited for the music to stop, and it was a mad scramble when it did. Bette nearly had her ass on the chair when Gold stepped on her foot. Bette cried out and fell to the floor. Declan helped her up and over to the bench. She could barely breathe as she was bent over, and her dress flipped up to expose her ass. She was flushed with embarrassment and lack of air. When the first blow hit, she could barely gasp. The pain ripped through her. The blows fell fast and hard. She lost count, and just as she thought she would pass out, she felt the cool fingers touch her clit. She came explosively and then was stood up. She then knelt next to Cream.

Gold was smiling. She knew she’d be rewarded for winning. Her gentleman stood her up and the chair was replaced with one sporting a didlo in the middle of the seat. She was helped to mount it and found that her feet could just barely reach the floor. She was impaled in a most intimate manner. Then her hands were cuffed behind her and her gentleman unzipped. He grabbed her by the hair and fucked her mouth. As he pumped in and out of her mouth, she was rocked back and forth on the chair. When he came, she was left gagging and dripping with cum. He then offered her to any of the other gentlemen. Purple and Blue availed themselves of her mouth. When they were done, she was moaning and writhing on the chair trying to move enough to make herself come. Each time she came close, her gentleman stopped her. At last, when she begged to come, he reached beneath her skirts and gave her an orgasm. She collapsed in his arms and was removed from the chair.

Bette and the women kneeling were in various states of excitement and dread. Then knew better than to speak, but little moans and whimpers escaped. Their thighs were wet, and their bodies ached for relief. One by one, their gentleman helped them stand. Bette was relieved to stand. She no sooner gained her balance when she was lead to the bench once more. She started to protest when a hand slapped her ass. Then it stroked her pussy. She thought Declan was giving her a treat. Then she realized a second and third hand was touching her. Bette started to raise up and found Declan in front of her with his fly open and cock waiting. As she opened her mouth, he thrust himself inside. The hands on her ass touched, fondled and stroked her. When her concentration failed, she was spanked. Bette gasped and then worked on sucking Declan’s cock. Fingers thrust deep inside her pussy and played with her clit as she sucked. When Declan flooded her mouth, the fingers gave her an orgasm. As she shuddered, the hands pulled her skirt down and helped her stand. When she turned, Lord Duncan smiled at her.

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  1. Lovely to have you back and glad that things are starting to get on an even keel for you albeit slowly. Thank you for the new chapter of Twisted Delights in spite of all you have had to cope with over the last few weeks. Hope things start to improve even more for you both now. xxx

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