P02E04

It was just before twelve when he untied Marcy, and beckoned me to come with him. We went into his wardrobe and he gave me a dark red suit of heavy, but smooth cloth. The make was old-fashioned and high-quality, including a shirt, bow tie, jacket, pants, and black leather shoes. He said I should wear it, and got dressed into a similar costume himself. Mine fit perfectly, although it had a very weird feature. The trousers didn’t have just one straight zipper, but two bended ones, which together formed an eight-inch diameter circle. When they were unzipped, they left an opening for the cock to stand out through the pants, so it could either be worn like normal trousers, with the penis hidden underneath, or opened up, allowing full access and use of cock without the need to undress any further. It was obviously worn without any underwear.

We got back downstairs, where he told Marcy to kneel, and said: “So me and Jason are going over to Kervail in a minute. We’ll probably be back late in the evening. Here’s your tasks until we return. “

She nodded and paid attention when he continued: “First, I want you to update your diary. A lot has happened over the last few days, and a lot of it should obviously be about Jason. Describe him, his looks as well as his behavior and his character. Do you like him, do you think he looks good, how do you think he is handling you, what is he good at and where are improvements needed, do you think it is in his future to become a good Master? That kind of subjects, and of course, accounts of the actual proceedings as well. There’s a lot of material, at least for ten pages I’d say. “

I was a bit shocked when he said that… did he really want her to write honestly about… me? I didn’t suppose a diary was like a secret place for her… I immediately realized that she’d write it primarily for Howard, and the entries would be scrutinized by him. He might even let me read them. And he said she must write “honestly”... no shield, no privacy for a submissive in this house… not even in her thoughts. What would it say? I wasn’t really sure if I’d want to know, this evening when she had finished writing it.

Marcy didn’t express any unusual reaction, she just nodded to indicate she understood. It was called a “diary” so this would be a repeating task for her, and she was waiting for him to continue to the next part of the instructions: “Second, we’re almost out of fresh porn. Get yourself to the tube sites and find five quality video’s: at least half an hour, high resolution, stylish shooting. Hard action. You know the subjects I like: assfucking, spankings, bondage, that sort of thing. And maybe I don’t need to remind you, “ and he winked at me, “that there’s a five crop stroke penalty if I ever watch a video you downloaded for me, and I don’t like it. “

Marcy nodded again, and Howard turned to me and said: “That’s all the porn we’re watching, actually… she’s always responsible for downloading new stuff. And she must actually screen it before download of course, to see if it is good enough for me to watch at all… only the bestgets through her screening, I have very high standards. Isn’t that so, Marcy?”

She laughed: “It is actually fun work, you know: watch these video’s, with “would Howard like it” in the back of my mind. As if I am viewing it with his eyes. And of course, he gives me too little time to actually do my job and preview them all well… so I’m already aware of possible future punishment when I slip up. Very arousing, actually! “

Some job, I thought, when your Master is away from the house for a bit. He keeps you aroused by making you watch porn all day… it’s not just that she didn’t have any privacy, she didn’t even have an escape from the constant compulsion of hornification. Yet she seemed to have adapted to this completely; and she expressed nothing but gratitude towards Howard and his harsh living rules controlling her life.

“Thirdly, I want you to do your regular saturday chores, let see…” He took a roster and read out: “Washing, hoovering, polishing the kitchen and all toilets and bathrooms, dusting the staircase. I’d like you to add sunday’s stuff to it as well though…” He turned a page and read out: “Leather greasing, shining the toys and dildoes, dusting and stain removal of all furniture.”

He looked up from the roster and looked he in the eye: “Just so Jason and I have some extra playing time tomorrow.”

Howard took a large piece of rope, and started organizing it as she snugged closer to him on her knees; then he looped the rope around her chest, just beneath the breasts, pushing them up slightly. More loops followed as he wove the bondage around her body like a web, her bosom caught within it. Then he sent her over to me for inspection. It was done pretty tight, cutting into the flesh where the ropes ran out of any slack at all. There would definitely be imprints when she wore this for half a day, and probably a bit more than imprints as well.

Howard continued: “I think a plug and balls would be a nice addition. “

Marcy didn’t need any more words, she immediately crawled to a closet on the wall behind her. She took a butt plug from it, with a silvery shine to it: solid metal. It looked heavy and smooth, just like a pair of geisha balls she also took. She crawled back to Howard and offered them to him; then she turned around and sank her face to the floor, offering her risen ass to him in a lily. In a matter-of-fact way, he bent forward, spread her holes, and inserted the geisha balls in the front one and the plug in the back. When he was done, Marcy lifted her face from the floor and returned to her kneeling position. Both had acted as if nothing special was going in, just a Master maintaining his sub; and he probably was. Nothing could even be seen now. Yet the knowledge that her holes were filled felt like a definite kink.

Howard continued: “Now several of your tasks are computer jobs, so I can’t tie your hands behind your back to prevent masturbation attempts; that means a chastity belt as well. Just the small one. Get it and put it on. “

Marcy immediately crawled back to the closet again. She got out a small piece of metal in a triangular shape, and several steel chains dangling down from them. She placed the triangle across her Venus mound. It was just six inches wide at the top, which started halfway towards the navel, then ran straight to the third angle of the triangle, near her asshole. It covered all of her venus mound completely. She took the chains and fastened them; the belt had an intelligent design and it didn’t look like that triangle was going anywhere as long as the lock was closed. When she finished putting it on, she offered the key to Howard.

Apparently happy with the way his wife was rigged for his absence, Howard said it was time to go. We got to his car, but before we drove off, he handed me a little box. I knew this kind of box by now - it was very similar to the one controlling the fucking machine. Howard explained to me that this box controlled the objects she was wearing instead, wiring directly to the vibrators built into the plug and balls.

“But we will be away! ” I objected.

“So? It is still fun to have a device which can turn her on and off, even if you can’t directly see the effect for yourself, right? Besides, it makes her feel very submissive and dependent when she’s alone, and the ebb and flow of the vibrations we send her still reminds her of her servitude. She knows we are thinking about her, thinking of playing with her. It is turned off right now. Remember to give it a twist every now and then. “

I considered doing so right away, but decided against it. I put the box in my pocket, and Howard drove off.