Chapter 4: The Redness
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Eventually, the journey was over, and I heard the sound of gravel crunching under the tyres shortly before the car’s engine was turned off. I heard a door open and someone getting out, followed by a draught of fresh air as my door was opened and my seat belt released.
Mummy spoke, "We’ve arrived; please swivel around and put your feet on the ground, and then I can help you up and guide you to your room."
Carefully, I did as she asked; her hands under my armpits helped me stand before she helped me up steps, through doors, and around corners.
I felt the drawstrings of my hood being slackened, then it was pulled off, and I screwed up my eyes against the sudden brightness.
"This is your room, Baby."
I peered around and saw a single bed, a chest of drawers, and a small armchair. The walls were plain white, with no decorations. The floor was covered in unyielding vinyl. Blinds covered a large window, and in front of me, along the wall, were two closed doors with a long mirror mounted between them. Mummy walked across and opened a door.
"This is your ensuite, shower, basin, and loo."
She closed the door and opened the adjacent one.
"This is your wardrobe; these packages hold your working costume," she pointed out. "When I leave, please strip off all your clothes and dress in the stuff here; use everything."
She came close to me, knelt to release the ankle cuffs, and then stood and released the cuffs on my wrists.
"Whenever I do something for you or to you, you must say, "Thank you, Mummy."
"If you forget, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
"The same applies to Daddy."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
With that, she turned around and left my room. I sat on the bed, which was firm and comfortable. I fluffed the pillows; they seemed to be soft and feather-filled. I looked in the ensuite and saw fluffy towels, soap, shampoo, and even a full bottle of perfume that I knew was not a cheap brand.
I went to the window and rolled up the blind. Outside was a lawn with a small border of annual flowers. The garden was enclosed by evergreens that were about five metres high. They looked like laurels with big, glossy, deep green leaves. There was no sign of any other houses, although beyond the laurel I could see the tops of some tall trees but nothing else.
I tried to open a window, but it was locked. Out of curiosity, I decided to peek outside my room, but when I turned the door handle, I found it locked. Being a prisoner was not what I expected.
Finally, I turned my attention to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out the packages I found on a shelf.
It felt like Christmas, enjoying the pleasure of finding the secret continents of my presents. As I laid out the clothing, I realised it was a traditional maid’s outfit, a dress with a very short skirt. It was mainly black and shiny, finished with white ruffled piping around the neck, sleeves, and hem. The dress was complemented by a white apron and a set of black lingerie. Everything was white or black except the panties, which were a deep red, almost the same shade as Daddy’s car.
So I stripped out of my clothes, pulled the Lovense toy out of my hole, and then dressed to become Mummy and Daddy’s slut. I admired myself in the mirror; the bra pushed my boobs up, and the neckline showed my décolletage perfectly. The stockings looked perfect on my legs, and the suspenders taught against my flesh. And my pussy was snug in the silky-soft maroon panties. The pièce de résistance was a white garter, wrapped around my thigh just above the skirt’s hemline. There were no shoes, just a pair of soft, black slippers.
At a loss as to what to do next, I cast around for my handbag, but it was nowhere to be seen, which meant no phone. So I sat on the bed and dreamed about Mummy having orgasms with me watching, gradually shifting to lie on the crisp, white sheet.
My eyelids were drooping, but I had aroused myself with the daydreams and so slipped a hand inside my panties out of boredom. Two fingers started frigging beside my clitoral area until I was close to the edge, and then I shifted them onto my clit and rubbed hard until my orgasm hit. Sleepiness took over; I felt myself roll back onto my side before blackness descended, with my hand stuck between my thighs inside my panties.
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"Wake up, Baby!"
I opened my eyes, pulled my hand out of my panties, and rubbed the sleep dust obscuring my vision. Mummy was there, standing by my bed.
"You have been very naughty, a bad Baby indeed."
I pushed myself upright on the bed and looked up at her.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean it. What have I done?"
"That's two infringements now."
"Why?"
"First, you have masturbated without permission. Second, you have failed to thank me."
I pouted my lips, feeling rather resentful.
"Sorry, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
"Stand up!"
I stood, still half asleep, still resentful.
"Turn around, bend over the bed, and look straight ahead."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
I did her bidding.
The first blow to my buttocks was a shock; she hit so hard that I staggered forward. I cast a glance back and saw her holding a paddle.
"No looking."
Another stroke. I kept quiet, despite the pain.
"You must thank me after each stroke."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
"Your punishment for each offence is six strokes, with ten still to come."
Thwack. "Thank you, Mummy."
Thwack. "Thank you, Mummy."
Thwack. "Thank you, Mummy."
By the fifth blow, I was sobbing; the pain was awful.
"Now, you must count each stroke when you thank me. The next one is number six."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
Thwack. "Six. Thank you, Mummy."
Thwack. "Seven. Thank you, Mummy."
How did I manage to keep count? I don’t know; the pain was excruciating, and my sobs had merged into a continuous cascade of tears.
Thwack. "Twelve. Thank you, Mummy."
"Now, Baby, you must understand that being a sub is more than just being slutty. It is a state of mind where everything you do, say, or even think is subservient to obeying Daddy and me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
"Good girl, Baby. I’m leaving you for a while to discuss your behaviour with Daddy. Do not play with yourself again. Alright?"
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
On the way out, she picked up my discarded street clothes and the Lovense toy.
I heard her close the door, and this time I heard the bolt outside being drawn across my escape route. I lay on the bed, tummy down. My bum hurt far too much to lie on, but the pain had diminished to a bearable level. Inside, I was a churning maelstrom of sexuality because the pain had turned me on. I felt the wetness between my legs, but fearing further punishment, I kept my fingers far away from my love button.
Now, for the first time, I understood what was meant by being a sex toy, being owned and controlled by a person or a couple. This understanding brought me peace. I knew that my relationship with Mummy and Daddy had become something special and precious, and I desperately wanted it to continue. I needed to worship them forever with my body and my soul. My fetish was my reality.
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Chapter 5: The Pupil
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I stayed sitting on my bed, lost in my reverie until Mummy came back.
"Come along; it’s time to see Daddy in his office, but you must wear wrist shackles again. These have a longer chain; they shouldn’t hinder you from most tasks."
"Thank you, Mummy."
I stood patiently while she fitted them on me. These had little padlocks; perhaps I could have released the velcro type.
She led me out of the room, and I had my first view of the house. My room was in a short hallway, and from it, we emerged into a gallery with a well open to the ground floor. I shuffled carefully down the stairs. Ahead at the bottom, I could see the front door, and around the hall were several closed doors.
Mummy headed for the one nearest the bottom step, knocked, and entered.
"Baby K is here for you."
She ushered me in, stepped back, and walked out, closing the door behind me. I was left staring at Daddy’s back as he sat watching a computer monitor on his desk. Then he swivelled around in his chair to look at me.
"On your knees, Baby."
I lowered myself to the floor, kneeling upright. Daddy rose from his chair and picked up something lying on the desk.
"Baby, you are our sub; this is your badge of honour. You will wear it all the time, even in bed."
He held up the object, and I saw what it was; a black leather collar. Daddy leant forward, put it around my neck, and then buckled it tightly at the back. He then turned to his desk and picked up a chain, which he clipped to a ring under my chin before fixing the other end to the chain between my wrists.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Lean forward until your chin touches the floor, then stretch your arms out in front."
I followed his instruction; my bum was left sticking up in the air. I heard him moving around, then felt the hem of my little skirt lift and drop onto my back. I knew my maroon panties were now exposed, tightly drawn over my cheeks. I also knew the effect that strong-coloured lingerie has on men of a certain age. I was sure Daddy would be smitten by my submissive stance. After all, he had put me in it.