Swansong
GM Jordan
Copyright 2010 by GM Jordan
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SPECIAL THANKS
Thanks to my family, Karen Wenborn, Alan & Jan Harding, Molly, Susan, the Gough family, Sarah Reynolds, Sam Walker, Tim Pilcher, David Morris, David and Karen Lota, Harry Markos, Nichola Wilkinson, Paul H. Birch and all the people who have supported me and kicked me when I was on the verge of giving up.
A very special thanks to the wonderful Stephanie Holland-Hill without whom this story would never have been edited and fit for reading.
To Paul, I never stopped chasing the dream, it just kept out running me!
The End
The light frost of the early morning gave the world a crisp, clean look to it. The hedges lining the road appeared to be made from icing, cobwebs keeping the tiny droplets of water like a million tiny flies.
Slowly a black car pulled into a driveway, the windows heavy with mist shielding the occupants from prying eyes. It pulled up to the house and stopped, a heeled foot stepped lightly onto the gravel and was closely followed by another. Black silk stockings ran under a long coat that was pulled up tightly around the owner’s face. She reached into the car and pulled out a small case.
Carefully she made her way to the door and knocked smartly, from the outside it appeared that the house was lifeless, it was if it mimicked her feelings deep inside. A few seconds later the latch was drawn back and the door opened, she stepped inside quickly and the door closed once again.
China didn’t pay much attention as she was led down the corridor and into a wood panelled study, she held the case tightly but her coat was removed. Underneath she wore a simple black dress that stopped just above her knees; as was her Master’s wishes she did not wear anything underneath except her stockings. Around her neck she wore a simple black leather collar that locked at the back, she had thought about removing it but felt lost without it.
Instinctively she stood with her legs apart, hands behind her back. Subconsciously she leaned back so her ample breasts could be seen. She breathed lightly, the events of the last few days were catching up with her and now she felt tired and alone. She wanted to curl up in a ball in her Master’s lap in safety. Tears fought their way into her eyes but she held them back.
“Master will be along shortly.” China looked up and noticed the girl attending to her for the first time. Her hair was cut short and she was pretty, any other time China might have thought her attractive. She wore little more than a rough smock and it was clear to China that the girl was a novice.
She nodded.
“Would you like to sit down, you must be cold and tired?” The girl tried to appear kindly but the cold China felt was not down to the weather.
“Thank you but I prefer to stand.”
The girl nodded and left. The door quietly clicked shut and left alone China would normally relax, instead she bowed her head and allowed a single tear to fall down her pale cheek. Closing her eyes she tried to remember how she had felt when she first arrived to start her training, it seemed a lifetime ago.
Chapter 1
Gill knew deep down inside she was made differently. For as long as she could remember her life was busy and prosperous. She was respected and well liked but hidden away was another side that she wanted to explore but couldn’t, something lurked in her dreams waiting to be released.
She remembered one Christmas at university when she had been very drunk at a student party. She had blushed as her boyfriend told his friends how great she looked naked playfully slipping down her top as they danced. Everybody cheered as she stood in just a revealing bra in the middle of the room but she hid her excitement from them and pulled her blouse up quickly. Back in her room, lying on her bed she had slipped her hand between her legs and felt how hot she was; within minutes she had climaxed. Gill wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of being displayed in public or the applause, but whatever it was she felt alive and more aroused than she had been in her life.
The door clicked shut and brought her back to her senses, her eyes focused on the room and China waited for the new arrival to come into sight, she never moved her head.
A man in his forties walked slowly across the room and poked the fire, greying around the sides his hair was cut short and neat, his silk shirt was immaculate, the jacket he wore would not have looked out of place in the 1930’s and his dark trousers danced with the red glow of the fire Finally he turned to look at her. In the half-light of the room his eyes appeared black, he looked long and hard at China for a moment, judging her soul.
“Is it true?” he finally asked, he sat back in the leather seat and crossed his legs. She could do little more than nod, her legs felt like lead and she suddenly felt sick.
“This afternoon, a little after 4pm he slipped away.” Deep inside her stomach turned a knot of nerves that got tighter.
“Why have you come to me?” he asked, his fingers made a triangle, the tips touched his lips.
“My Master asked me to give you this.” Slowly China reached into the case and handed him a sealed envelope, wax held the edges tight. Slowly the master of the house cut the seal and ran his eyes over the text, it was quite long but he read quickly.
“You are the sole heir to his estate, until such time as it is settled you will remain in my charge.”
“Yes Sir.” China said slowly, she had expected to be left alone.
“You will call me Master now.” he told her, carefully placing the letter into the desk draw.
“I’m sorry, Sir. With respect I cannot do that.” She surprised herself with the statement, and was even more surprised when he smiled. He rang the small bell on the desk and within seconds the novice reappeared.
“Take China’s case to the room next to yours, she must be exhausted from carrying it.”, the girl reached for the bag but China was loathed to let go. Finally she conceded and released her grip. She turned to leave.
“Before you go… Is it correct that you wear his mark?”
China slowly raised her dress hem and turned around, her buttocks were firm and red, and she heard his surprise.
“Yes Sir. It is true as you can see.” On each cheek sat the tattooed markings of her Master, gothic text held neatly in a neat oval of black.
“I have never seen his mark displayed so permanently.”
“He was my Master.” she breathed deeply trying to remain calm.
“You will make him proud.” the man stated, “Or you will answer to me.”
“Yes Sir.”
Chapter Two
The passages of the house played tricks with her eyes, the light was held low enough that she could walk without fear of falling but could not make out features on the walls or ceiling. She had to keep a brisk pace to keep up with the girl in front, fearful that should the girl move out of sight she might lose her.
Eventually they came to a door and the novice stopped, she turned a key in the lock and pushed the door open, slipping the case down just inside the room. China entered.
The bed itself was large and surrounded by four posts, from which hung heavy curtains. It’s seemed too grand for a submissive but she was not going to complain.
“Please put my case on the bed.” she asked the girl.
“I’m sorry for your Master’s passing but you have no status here. Put the bag up yourself.” the girl responded as she faced China.
The slap rang out around the room, it was a shock to both China and the girl and for a second neither was sure where it had come from. A red mark rose on the girl’s cheek and her tears flowed.
“Put my case on the bed, now.” China found herself ordering, seconds later her case sat neatly on the side of the bed, “You may go.”
As the door closed on the departing girl China found her entire world was gone, she was alone, more alone than she had ever been and she started to cry.
Gill sat on a leather sofa and watched people milling around, the art on the walls didn’t particularly interest her but the champagne was cold, the music was good and she didn’t have anywhere else to go on a Saturday night. Her eyes wandered, drifting across the faces of the people crowded into the recesses looking at the drab artworks hanging on the white walls. She thought briefly about her husband, she had thought they were happy but then one day she came home from work to find his clothes gone, the deeds to the house sat on the table and signed over to her. This was his kind of event, his world not hers.
As she drifted into her own thoughts her eyes strayed to the far corner of the room where several people stood around a large chair. Her eyes met the occupant. He filled the space. She noted his hair was red-brown, cut short and away from his face, and she couldn’t stop looking at his eyes, deep and almost black. He had a strange shaped beard that was cut high on his cheeks, dark against his pale complexion.
By his side a girl sat upright, her skirt was cut short, a black mesh top was almost transparent and her breasts were clearly visible under the lights of the gallery. Her legs were open and she rested her hands in her lap, Gill noted her make-up, bright red lips, her eyelids were darkened in such a way as her blue eyes seemed dazzling. Finally her hair was pulled back tightly, she looked stunning and Gill felt the heat rising between her legs.
Occasionally she watched the girl rise and return with another drink for her partner but she never drank herself unless he held the glass for her, then her mouth would eagerly close over the rim, she never lost her elegance and throngs of men strolled over. They would talk to the stranger but look at his companion, their eyes flicking over every part of her, but when it became clear she was not interested in them they would wander away uncomfortably only to be replaced by another,
At the end of the evening Gill kissed her host goodbye and stood on the street waiting for her taxi, the lights of the city danced off the Thames and she watched them for a minute. A car drew up, and she watched as the couple from the Gallery walked out. The woman opened the door and the man stepped inside, turning to look Gill in the eye. She felt her heart pounding as he appeared to look deep inside her and long since buried feelings surged through her body and mind. He held the look as the woman stepped into the car and finally closed the door.
Shaking, Gill climbed into her taxi when it arrived, her hand rested on her thigh and she longed to stroke herself. Slowly she slipped her dress up her thighs. The taxi driver watched her in his rear view mirror as she closed her eyes, her fingers slipping inside her jacket and gently squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples.
Her legs opened wide as she remembered the look on the girl’s face of contentment and desire. Gill felt hotter, she was getting wetter as his eyes jumped into her thoughts, amazing eyes that undressed her and made her feel like a student again being watched by the crowd.
Almost unconsciously she let out a deep sigh. Seconds later she was aware that strange fingers caressed her inner thigh, she snapped open her eyes and stared at taxi driver. They had pulled into a quiet street and he grinned at her- she wanted to close her legs but the need to be touched stopped her. Wantonly she opened them further and slipped her dress higher revealing her stocking tops. His fingertips brushed her gusset, teasing her lips through the silk material.
“Come into the front.”, he ordered, grinning. She tried to resist, looking out the windows to see if anyone was around. When it was clear they were alone she stepped out of the back and into the passenger seat.
His cock was already out of his trousers when she sat down; she shook her head and tried to open the door but his hand flicked out and gripped her wrist.
“Show me your titties.” His voice was demanding and coarse; she felt afraid but slowly unbuttoned her jacket and blouse. Roughly he reached out and mauled her soft breasts through her bra. She moaned and then hated herself for enjoying it.
“You like that, don’t you.”
She shook her head and tried to be defiant, pushing herself back against the door and trying to break his touch. But he changed tact and ran his fingers up her thigh, she felt his rough hands over her stockings and wanted to run away, wide-eyed her legs opened to his touch and within seconds he was pushing his fingers inside her panties.
“You’re very hot, you want this don’t you?” She shook her head at his statement, “Boy, you are such a dirty bitch playing with yourself in the back of my cab. I’ll make you a dirtier bitch.”
His hand gripped the back of her head and pulled her forward. The spell was broken and Gill fought him, desperate not to give in. He was stronger though and pulled her easily into his lap but she clamped her mouth and refused to take his hard cock.
The pain that erupted from her buttocks was both sharp and unexpected as the flat of his hand came down hard against her soft cheeks and took her breath away.
“Dirty little bitches that don’t do what they are told are spanked.” he spat as he continued to spank her, her cheeks got hotter and hotter. She could feel the heat rising between her legs, she was desperate for him to stop and touch her, she needed to be fucked.
“Pllllllllllleaaaaaase.” she moaned, “please stop and I’ll do what you want.”
She opened her mouth and took his salty cock into her mouth, greedily sucking him deep into her throat. As he relaxed his grip it became apparent that he wasn’t going to touch her so Gill slipped her hand between her legs and stroked herself. Through the material she could feel her clit throbbing, she was desperate for more but she felt the cock jerk in her mouth and pulled back, his climax spilled over her lips, a second load landed on her cheek and she turned her face.
He released his grip and let her sit up, she could smell his sweat and sperm, it made her sick to think what she had just done. Her buttocks were burning and she grabbed her bag and tumbled out onto the pavement desperate to put distance between them. The taxi started up, the engine turning over for a second before he drove off. She watched him driving off before putting her clothes straight and walking towards the main road.
The thoughts of the Saturday night weighed in her mind as she tried to work - the image and smell of the driver were gone and all she could feel was the hardness of his hand and the eyes of the stranger in the galleries. When she closed her eyes to sleep she could feel him watching her.
Eventually she picked up the phone and dialled the number of the party organiser, she listened to the phone ringing and wondered if she should hang up but eventually the machine answered it.
“Mary, hi, just wanted to thank you for the party the other night. I was wondering, there was a big guy there with a very distinctive beard with his girlfriend sitting to one side. I know his face from somewhere - could you let me know who he is?” She put down the phone and swivelled in her chair. London spread out in front of her; somewhere out there he was working.
Chapter Three
For two days Gill worked, ate and slept on automatic pilot, the urge she had first felt come to the surface at University was stronger now and she knew it had something to do with the punishment she had felt at the hands of the taxi driver. She just couldn’t shake the eyes of the stranger - it all seemed mixed up in one and it was driving her crazy.
Finally a card arrived at her office by messenger, it was small and a little bit bigger than a business card- she recognised Mary’s handwriting and ripped the envelope open eagerly. It was black; in the centre were simply the words ‘Master J’, a telephone number and e-mail address. Slowly she turned it over expecting more, but there was nothing.
All she could do was look at the information on the card and wonder - the mystery was getting deeper but at least she had a name to go with the face. When the phone rang she nearly jumped out of her thoughts.
“Hello, Gill.” - she recognised the voice at the end of the line instantly.
“Hi Mary, I got the card.”
“So you were attracted to him?” Mary asked, she teasing her old friend.
“Not really, but there was something about him that was familiar. How do you know him?” Gill pushed, eager to learn more.
“Meet me at the Metropol Hotel, 8pm. Be prompt and I’ll leave a message at reception where you can find me.”, the telephone went dead and Gill look a little surprised. She called back but got no reply.
The Metropol was quiet, although the restaurant seemed busy and a couple of American tourists checked in but the main body of the hotel seemed lifeless. Gill walked over to the reception desk and gave her name; the concierge gave her a note but said nothing. Hooked by the situation she found a seat in the reception area and opened the note, she read it twice ‘Wait for me, when you see me go to the lifts give me fifteen minutes and come to room 415, there is a key in the envelope. Come into the room, take a seat but do not say a word.’
She fished into the envelope and pulled out the cardkey. Turning it over in her hands she waited, feeling nervous and a little sick again but couldn’t leave. A little after eight she watched Mary walk from the bar, she wore a long coat, tights or stockings and black heels. The coat was tied tight at the front and she held the top protectively. Gill looked down at her watch and as Mary disappeared into the lift she made a note of the time and settled back.
The next fifteen minutes dragged and Gill found the palms of her hands were sweating - she sat with her legs crossed and gently tapped her knee. Nervously she looked around at the people coming and going and once or twice she caught the concierge looking at her but a simple smile sent him scuttling off to do something else. Eventually the watch hands told her it was time to move and she stood up, crossed the reception area and pressed the lift button. When it slid open she stepped inside quickly and selected the right floor, desperate to be the only person in the car.
She smoothed her clothes as she rode the lift up into the unknown - she crossed and uncrossed her hands and became desperate for the toilet, a ball of nerves had built up in her stomach and she wondered if she was doing the right thing. When the doors opened she nearly jumped out of her skin. She stepped onto the burgundy carpet and walked the corridor slowly until she found 415. The key slipped into the lock easily and she turned the handle.
Gill found the room to be large, almost a suite. The main area was dominated by a space of about 8 square feet square, in the centre of which a chair had been placed. To one side a small table was arranged with various riding crops and paddles, chains and bars. Torquemada would have been hard pressed to find a use for some of the instruments.
Her heart was in her mouth as turned to leave, her hand reaching for the door handle when a small cough span her around. The girl from the gallery stood before her, champagne in her hand.
“Please feel free to sit, a chair has been arranged for you to one side.” She stated simply. Gill followed her into the room and sat in the corner.
The entire room was visible from where she sat; she drank nervously from the glass and waited. Music played in the background and Gill took the time to look the girl over. She was dressed in much the same way as when Gill had seen her in the gallery and stood with her arms behind her back, legs apart with her head up. In the light of the room Gill could see she wore no make-up and was still beautiful - Gill could see why the men couldn’t keep their eyes off her.
Through the top it appeared her nipples were pierced, something Gill hadn’t seen in the Gallery. She wondered if this woman, girl, was ‘Master J’s’ girlfriend or wife and why she adopted such a posture of almost total submission. Before she could think of possible answers to the questions the stranger stepped into the room from the bedroom. He crossed the room almost stiffly and spoke in a whisper to the girl, who nodded her head and went into the bedroom.
“I must apologise, it would appear that Mary is a little unsure of herself tonight. Please forgive me.” His voice was deep but gentle and he seemed a little whiter than the last time she had seen him. Gill found she was unable to match the accent with the face, it seemed out of place but she smiled.
“Maybe I should leave; this is obviously a moment that needs to be private.” Gill went to stand but the bedroom door opened and Mary walked into the room. The mask she wore was made of black satin with thin threads disappearing into her red hair. She crossed the room and knelt in front of J, her legs remaining open, hands sat neatly in the small of her back.
Mary wore black stockings, a small black thong and a bodice that pushed her breasts up until they nearly spilled over the top. Her breathing was heavy and laboured and around her neck a tatty brown collar rubbed her pink skin.
J lifted her face and looked into her eyes, “Why have you come to me?” His voice had changed, it was more commanding and stern and shivers rolled down Gill’s spine; goose bumps rose on her skin.
“I ask that you train me, guide me, make me your slave. I wish to serve you.” Mary’s voice was timid and shaky, she shook uncontrollably. Gill felt a flush of excitement run through her body.
J ran his fingers down her face, the backs of his fingers caressed her skin softly and he peered into Mary’s eyes.
“No you have come to me for absolution, for another purpose. You do not wish to serve and I cannot train you.” The softness returned to his voice and he waited for her to speak.
“Please, I need to be punished. You must punish me.” Mary begged. Gill caught her breath at the words- when she remembered to breathe again she found the girl standing by her side pouring more Champagne.
“What’s happening?” she whispered into the girl’s ear.
“Your friend is a fashion victim, the Master can feel she is no real submissive and has no tolerance for timewasters.” came the soft reply, “Watch.”
Gill could no longer pull her eyes from the scene unfolding before her.
“Very well, you will be punished.”, he walked to the chair and rested his hands on the back, Gill was sure she caught a flash of pain in his eyes for a second but then it was gone. She watched as he took a paddle in his hands and ran his palm over it.
“Crawl to me. When you reach me stand up and turn around, place your hands on the back of the seat. Keep your legs straight, knees 12inches apart and back straight.”
In horror Gill watched her friend crawl on hands and knees to J’s feet, her face inches from his shoes; she stood slowly and bent as instructed. Mary’s cheeks were round and pink, her curves highlighted by the thong that separated them.
“The bar.” He said simply. The other girl walked to the table and lifted a spreader bar, placing it between Mary’s legs and opening the recipients’ legs a little wider so it fitted.
“That was a 12inch bar. You did not do as you were told, another three strokes.”, the tip of the crop tapped a ball-gag on the table and Gill sat fascinated as it was placed in Mary’s mouth and fastened at the back.
Desire flowed through Gill’s body, desire for the care and attention J paid to Mary, desire to serve in the same way the girl did.
“Mary has not told me what she requires punishment for, but she will take 9strokes of the crop for it, and another 3 for not doing as she has been told.” he explained to Gill, bending the crop aggressively, swishing it through the air to test it.
Gill sat in the room and tried to believe what she had seen. She shook and was sure she was as white as a sheet - to her horror she had witnessed the chastisement of her friend with a crop designed for an animal, the red welts marked the tender flesh in a burning ladder. She heard the cries of pain and had seen Mary jerk with every lash. When it was over she watched as the mask was removed, tears ran in streams down her puffed face, but almost unbelievably she heard Mary whisper ‘Thank-you, Sir’ as the gag was removed from her mouth.
J walked uncertainly towards the bedroom and allowed the girl to remove the bar without him. Mary remained in the same position, waiting to be allowed to move. For several minutes only the girl moved until eventually J returned. He had removed his jacket and when he smiled at Gill she melted in his eyes.
“When did you sleep with Gill’s husband, Mary?”
The words were like a gunshot ringing around the room.
“What?” Gill stammered, unsure of what she had heard.
Mary burst into tears, and seemed more pitiful than when she was taking her punishment, “How did you know… please don’t.”
The words seemed hollow, they numbed Gill to the bone and she couldn’t move, struck down by their meaning.
“You wished for punishment, I am giving it to you.” J stated, he nodded at the girl and she guided Mary down onto her knees again, her sobbing filled the room.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean it to happen. Forgive me.”, she turned her head so she could see Gill, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
Slowly Gill stood and walked from the room, she didn’t shake any more, she simply felt sick and needed fresh air.
Chapter Four
The Somerset countryside was fresh and pleasing, the new house was everything Gill had wanted as a girl and worked hard for. She was sweeping her old life away and starting afresh even if she was not sure it was what she wanted. The infidelity of her ex-husband and friend although not forgotten was no longer a painful memory. Hate had turned to annoyance but nothing else. More prominent was the memory of seeing Mary punished in such a demeaning manner - she was still not sure how J had known about the affair but she felt that he had the ability to look inside the soul. The memory of him made goose bumps rise on her skin again.
That night as she sorted through her diary his card fell onto the kitchen table; slowly she picked it up and found herself turning it over in her hands.
Once again she found herself nervously holding the phone but this time it was the number on the card she dialled; the phone rang for a short time and then a message let her know it had been discontinued. She felt silly, it had been six months so he was sure to have moved on, but as she sat at her computer the wording on the card haunted her and she wrote a simple e-mail which read;
‘You gave me the truth, I need to be punished in order to lay the past to rest and to move on. Are you available?’
For a couple of minutes she fought the urge to delete it, eventually she poured a large drink and pressed send. An hour later she checked her mail, found nothing and went to bed sure he was gone.
China sank into the bed and pulled the duvet up around her face, it was comfortable and warm but it was not the place for her. She turned onto her side and looked around the furniture, most of which she judged to be antique, others very clever reproductions. In the distance she could hear the ticking of a clock and then the chimes - she tried to count them but she was too tired. Her eyes closed and exhaustion filled her veins, she felt like she was betraying Master by falling asleep but there was nothing she could do, her spirit was willing but the body was drained.
Once or twice she would wake sure somebody was in the room with her, she felt her face brushed by a familiar warmth, hair stroked from her eyes. She stretched out and her hands touched the headboard, legs already open 12inches, it was instinctive now even in her sleep.
She felt his warm breath on her breasts, the familiar flicking of his tongue as he worked slowly and methodically down her soft body, kissing and biting her skin, she felt loved and wanted, needed. Gradually her mind became a haze between reality and fantasy - she felt her labia puff at his touch, her clitoris exposed as his lips closed around it and he sucked. Unable to move her arms she could only give in to his control - she still pulled at the restraints but they didn’t give way, she was locked down, almost panicking as he did what he wished to her.
She tried to breathe but the bed seemed to suck it from her body - her eyes snapped open and she was sure he was between her legs; she tried to speak, to call out to him but all she could do was raise her pelvis as the climax hit her hard, exploding from the epicentre of her body and draining every ounce of energy from her. It seemed to last forever until eventually she fell back into a laboured asleep again.
The e-mail waited for her when she logged on - her heart felt as though it was in her mouth as she read it over and over. He was in York, only 4hours away in the car. It seemed unobtainable and she mulled over how she could do it. Eventually she wrote back and asked him to tell her about the training, what would she endure and would it be the same as Mary’s punishment?
His reply was almost instant; she was surprised that his reply came back so soon, ‘No, you are special. You need to serve.’ the words seemed so simple on the screen but they burned into her, finally something inside clicked and she understood.
She wrote back for more instructions, and printed his reply. She placed it on the table and read it three or four times, making sure she understood all that was required of her for the first meeting. She grew nervous at the prospect, finally she had found herself.
Gill had never been to York; she had passed through it on the train but never got out to look around. She took the letter from her pocket and climbed into a cab.
“Travelodge, Piccadilly.” she told the driver and settled back to admire the ancient city as they drove through it. Ten minutes later she stepped from the car and checked in, her room was basic but that is all she would need for the next four days.
She slipped out of her clothes and folded them, placing them in her case and closing the lid. She grew apprehensive about the situation, she could feel the heat rising inside, the confusion raging deep down. Leaning back on the bed her index finger slipped between her legs and pressed her clitoris, she couldn’t help but stroke gently, the wisp of neat hair tickled her hand and she pressed harder, the warmth and wetness of her lips surprised her and she arched her back in pleasure.
The knock at the door took her by surprise and she looked in the mirror to make sure her hair was straight, wiped her fingers on a towel and took a deep breath. She walked quickly to the door and peered through the eyehole to make sure it was J, he stood back a little and she noted that he didn’t have anything, or anyone, with him. She unlocked the door and returned to the centre of the room, bowing her head and kneeling.
J stood over her, lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, “What do you wish from me?”
“I wish to learn, I wish you to train me, and I want to serve.” She breathed as he stared into her eyes. He seemed a little harder than the last time they had met and she understood this is what Mary saw.
“Yes you do.”, the words were unexpected, Gill had expected to be told she was not good enough and that she too would be punished, “Rise.”
She did as she was told, conscious that her naked body was on full display- her cheeks were flushed and she played with her hands as he looked her over. J placed his hand between her legs and she sucked in air sharply letting out a small moan as he pressed her lightly.
“You need to shower and shave.”
She was startled at his words but followed him into the shower and allowed herself to be shaved; she marvelled at how gently he used the razor, taking care to ensure he didn’t nick her.
The shower was hot and Gill turned under the jet, she was not allowed to use scented soap and was aware that J was waiting, but it felt wonderful and she wanted to stay. Eventually the water stopped and she stepped out onto the cold floor. J handed her a towel, she patted herself dry and allowed herself to be led to the centre of the room, a stool sat in front of the mirror and J motioned for her to sit.
“Tie your hair back away from your face.” he ordered. She did as he told her exactly, “Now using just the red lipstick paint your lips.”
Wide-eyed she applied it thickly, when she finished he handed her a black lip liner.
“Highlight the outline of your lips.” she did as he instructed after which he took it from her and handed her eyeliner, “Now blacken your eyelids and use the pencil to draw back a narrow line from the corner of your eye to your ear, about half an inch.
The transformation was almost complete, Gill marvelled at how beautiful her face was with her new make-up - she looked totally different.
“You will always sit with your legs open 12inches at the knees, you will also sit with your head up.”, she nodded in agreement and waited to be told what to do next, “Take the lipstick and paint your nipples, then circle your areola with the pencil.”
Gill’s nerves felt on fire as she followed his instructions, aware that he watched every move she made. Finally when he was satisfied that she was ready he told her to close her eyes. She did so, unsure of what was about to happen and as his fingers stroked her cheek gently he leaned into her ear.
“Trust me.” he whispered.
Gill felt soft leather being pulled around her throat and instinctively she bowed her head as she felt the collar being tightened. He buckled it at the back, the metal buckle was cold against her skin, and he let go. Gently he lifted her face, placed her hands in the small of her back and made sure her legs were opened the correct distance. When he was happy he stepped back.
“Open your eyes.”
She looked straight into the mirror and let out a small gasp, she looked so different and yet it felt so natural. J nodded and went to her case. Pulling it onto the bed he opened it without asking her permission. Impassively Gill sat as he pulled out stockings, lifted a dress and laid his choice of shoes on the bed.
“Stand up.” He ordered, Gill did as she was told, standing with her legs apart and keeping her hands in the small of her back, it felt awkward but natural. Without thinking she pushed her breasts forward as she had seen before hoping to please him.
“Stockings, heels and then the dress, do not speak unless spoken to and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”
Gill nodded and started to dress as instructed, the feel of the stockings as she pulled them up her legs was amazing; she had never felt so special, so beautiful. Suddenly she was aware that her lips were puffing and she was becoming excited - as she picked up the dress she was aware that J had turned and was taking a drink, she watched him pop two pills into his mouth and swallow. Quickly she turned back and slipped into the dress, taking care not to snag the heels of her shoes in the material.
When she had completed the task she turned to show him, he nodded and motioned for her to step forward.
“Tonight you will kneel by my side when I sit down, you will not speak unless I give you permission, others may touch you but you may not climax without my permission. Do you understand?”
His words burned deep inside, she blushed at some of his words but nodded. He smiled at her.
“You will walk two steps behind me, and should I allow you to sit then you will only sit on bare cheeks. Most importantly you have a new name, you will be introduced as ‘China’, and you will answer only to that name.”
The bar was not full, but it wasn’t empty. Gill felt herself becoming China as she followed him inside. She walked behind him; her hands behind her back, the fabric of her dress rubbing at her nipples sending waves of pleasure through her body. She breathed deeply and pressed her thighs together when they were forced to stop walking because of the crowd, she knew that she was wet and in danger of climaxing. People turned to look at her but Gill wasn’t sure if it was because she looked fantastic or because she was with J.
Finally they stopped at an empty corner. J sat in a leather chair crossed his legs and motioned for a waiter to come over. Gill stood, a little unsure of what to do for a moment and then walked to the side of the chair; she turned, slid her skirt up a little and slipped down onto her knees. In an instant she became China completely.
China opened her eyes and stretched a little, the curtains had been opened and she looked around the room in natural light. Sliding to the edge of the bed she looked at the clock - it was a little after 7am and she had slept later than she had in a long time. She stood carefully and padded across to her case. She popped the lid and selected a simple skirt and blouse - underneath she saw the shirt her Master had wrapped her in. She lifted it to her nose and drank in deep breaths of his scent, she longed for him to be waiting for her and for a second she felt his breath on her bare shoulder.
The door opened and the little slave walked in, she seemed startled to see China up and around.
“Master asked me to check on you?” she whispered, she was obviously excited by China.
“What is your name?” China asked as she pulled out the clothes she was going to wear.
“I have no name yet.” was the reply.
China looked her up and down; her eyes took in the girl’s dress and stance.