House Rules (12 page)

When he got to his room that night, he saw several parcels on the bureau. There was no address on any of them, and it appeared they had been hand-delivered. Inside were three long-sleeved maid’s uniforms in black satin. They were similar to those worn by Heidi and Marie, but where theirs were cut away to reveal the tops of their breasts as they served about the house, these all had high necklines and even a narrow collar. He remembered Ingrid’s remark about keeping the hair on his arms and chest hidden. These uniforms would do that well enough. The white lace aprons were in a separate package. In the others, he found a supply of opaque black tights of the type worn by the other maids, and several pairs of high-heeled shoes. There was also a pair of high-heeled knee-length black leather boots.

As he was unpacking all this, Richard thought one of the shoes seemed heavier than the others. Inside he found a small grey steel box with a lens and several buttons. There was also a key and a note from Ingrid.

She wrote, ‘This control will allow you to open and close the front gates to the estate. The key is for the front door of the house. If you can manage to get out of your room, try to get to the main road. Helena is coming to visit me, and she will be waiting in my car about one kilometre away from the gates. She will pick you up and bring you to the shop. Try to get out two days from now. Good luck.’

She had signed it, ‘Love, Ingrid.’

He was pleased at that. He had tried to give her pleasure. Evidently he had succeeded. At the same time, he wondered how he was going to deal with Helena and Ingrid at the same time. There might well be some awkward moments.

The smallest package contained a British passport made out in the name of Pamela Rhodes. The photo Ingrid had taken of him had been used in it. Richard guessed that obtaining a false passport would be a small matter for someone with Margaret’s connections. He was impressed by the ease of it all. And it would work, so long as there was no reason for a body search. From this he guessed Margaret was planning to use him as a courier soon. He would have to learn as much as he could from Helena and Ingrid.

The next two days seemed to drag along. On the first day, Richard appeared in the maid’s uniform, guessing that Margaret wanted him to wear that in the house and to save the other dresses for his public appearances. The guess proved correct. Margaret nodded approvingly when he appeared. He felt more at ease now that he was dressed more or less as the other servants were.

His only real occupation was in devising some way to escape from the room once he was locked in at night. The lock was strong, and there was no handle on the inside. The door opened inward, so he would not be able to force it open, even if he dared risk the noise. In the end, the problem was solved by enlisting Heidi’s aid. She had taken a liking to him, and the idea of thwarting Margaret’s rules appealed to the element of mischief in her. Richard never said why he wanted to get out, telling her that the less she knew, the better for her if he got caught.

On the appointed night, Richard waited in his room for Heidi to let him out. He wore the maid’s uniform with the opaque tights so that he would appear more normal if he were seen by any of the other servants. Of course, if Margaret saw him, the game was up. He hadn’t seen her around the house all day, and there was talk that she had gone to Stuttgart on business. He hoped that was true. Richard had taped his cock as Ingrid had suggested, since he would be going out in public. He was conscious of it under the tight corselet. He was excited both by the feeling of constriction and the sense of embarking on an adventure.

When Heidi came to let him out, he was keyed up, but he remembered to smile at her and give her a kiss of gratitude. ‘You must be back before daylight,’ she warned him. ‘If Margaret knows you’ve been out, it will go hard for both of us.’

Richard nodded as they went up in the lift. It wouldn’t be fair to earn Heidi a beating when he was having all the fun.

The hallway was deserted when Richard passed to the front door. He took a long belted coat from the rack by the door, recognising it as one of Margaret’s. He opened the door, stepped out into the darkness and closed the door behind him. The lock clicked into place, and he was committed. He hurried down the drive, stumbling once or twice in the high-heeled knee-length boots he had worn against the cold. Once away from the front door, he breathed easier. There had been no alarm, and he guessed he had got away unseen.

The gates looked taller tonight than they had ever done, seeming to tower over him. But they opened readily enough when he used the control box Ingrid had sent. Once outside, he closed them and hurried along the road, hoping that Helena had not forgotten their rendezvous. At the same time, he also hoped that no other car would pass him. Anyone seeing a woman struggling along the road after dark was likely to stop, and there would be awkward questions.

After what seemed like miles, he saw a car parked alongside the road, facing towards him. Helena? It was. She smiled happily as she opened the door for him.

‘Oh, Richard, I have missed you so much!’

Helena leant over and kissed him as soon as he had closed the door. She still smelt clean and fresh, reminding him of country air and long walks in the woods and fields. And she felt good against him.

She drew back and with an impish grin squeezed his falsies. ‘You’ve changed so much since I saw you last. I wish I were that big. Feel how small I am,’ she invited him.

He touched her breasts, feeling the nipples taut under her clothing. Yes, she was glad to see him. Just as he was glad to be with her again. But this wasn’t the place for a reunion.

Helena seemed to realise this as well, for she drew back and started the engine, saying, ‘We’ll be more comfortable in Ingrid’s house.’

Richard abruptly remembered where they were going. ‘But won’t she be angry – jealous – if we …?’ The sentence trailed off.

‘Why should she be?’ Helena asked with a grin. ‘You have not been – how do you say? – shagging her, have you?’ She burst into laughter as he flushed hotly. ‘Oh, but you have! How could you? She is like my mother. She is older than you and me.’ But Helena was still smiling. ‘Of course I know what you two have been doing. Ingrid told me as soon as I arrived. She does not mind what we do. Neither do I mind what you two have been doing, so long as you try to make her happy. She says you did, so everything is all right. Besides, she will not be there tonight. She has plans of her own.’

Richard was relieved.

They drove back past the gates to Margaret’s house and continued into the village. Helena parked in the shadowy courtyard behind Ingrid’s shop and let them into the same back door he had arrived at with Margaret. She closed the door and led him up the stairs to the apartment over the shop. This time he didn’t have any trouble climbing in high heels. Practice was all it took.

Helena turned on the lights and looked at Richard as he took off the coat that covered his maid’s outfit. When he hesitated, she told him, ‘Go ahead. Don’t be embarrassed. I want to see what you look like. I know you are doing this for me.’

Richard took off the coat and stood while she looked him over.

‘If I didn’t know you,’ she told him, ‘I wouldn’t know you are not a woman. I mean that as a compliment. And thank you for going into this for someone you hardly knew.’

‘For someone I want to know better,’ Richard corrected her, and felt gladdened by her smile.

But Helena said, ‘Enough looking for now. Now I want us to get undressed. I want to get into bed with you, and I want to feel you inside me.’

That was not the kind of invitation Richard was going to resist. ‘Unzip me,’ he said, turning his back to Helena. It was an interesting reversal of roles for him. There had been many women in his life who had issued similar requests. Now he stood as Helena unzipped the maid’s outfit and helped him out of the tight dress. She paused to touch the bulge of his cock, held against his body by the tape and the tight corselet. He felt himself grow harder as she stroked him through the elastic material.

They undressed one another and climbed into bed. There Helena took charge, caressing his cock and smiling as she felt him grow stiffer in her hands. At the same time Richard saw her face flush with excitement. Her nipples grew taut, and she began to breathe rapidly. When he reached to touch her breasts, Helena told him to lie still. ‘I want to do this,’ she said. So he lay on his back, while she continued to arouse him.

Finally Helena straddled him and guided his cock inside her, sighing with pleasure as he slid home. She lowered her body until her breasts were pressed against his chest, and put her arms around his neck, holding herself tightly against him and rocking her hips gently. Richard put his own arms around her waist, pulling her down on to his cock. ‘Hold me for a while,’ she said. They lay quietly for a long time, joined but not moving, neither one wanting to break the spell.

Helena was the first to move, raising her hips and sliding up his cock until she almost lost him. When she slid back down, she gave a gasp of pleasure. At once she began to move more rapidly, and Richard felt her hot, slick cunt tight around his cock. Being on the bottom was best, he thought. He watched her face as she began to lose control. Her eyes were open but not focused on anything. Her mouth too was open as she gasped for breath. She came suddenly with a gasp of surprise and pleasure, hunching herself up as if to contain the orgasm within the smallest possible area. She moaned softly, her mouth almost touching his ear, a wordless cry of pleasure, broken by the waves of sensation flooding through her.

She gradually grew still, then lifted herself up to look into his face, as if to reassure herself that he was still there. ‘Oh, Richard, that was wonderful.’

‘Don’t talk now,’ he told her, as he pulled her down once more against his chest. He began to thrust slowly, and she matched his rhythm. Helena moaned softly, and he felt her muscles clench around him as she began another series of orgasms. Once, twice, three times. Her spasms of pleasure seemed to go on for ever.

But Richard couldn’t hold back for ever. The slow, deliberate thrusts were more exciting than Helena’s quick, sharp motion. When he spurted inside her, Helena gave a loud cry and increased her frenzied movements, gasping and shuddering in time with his own orgasm.

As she lay warm and fragrant on top of him, Richard thought back to Helena’s intense response to his lovemaking, so much more intense than that of any other woman he had slept with. Is it me, or something in her? he wondered. It was very flattering to believe she had responded to him, that he had awakened emotions in her that she had never felt with anyone else before. But that was a question he would not ask her. The answer might not be as comfortable as the fantasy.

Helena seemed to be asleep as she lay there, and Richard felt himself becoming drowsy in the aftermath of their lovemaking. But just when he thought he might fall asleep, Helena stirred and sat up, slowly disengaging from him.

She looked serious, almost solemn, as she said, ‘Richard, it has been so long since I could enjoy sex like that. Margaret does not like me to enjoy sex, except maybe when she is whipping me. That’s why she locks me in that chastity belt. That’s why we have to meet here in secret.’

‘Why do you allow her to have so much power over you?’ Richard asked.

Helena sighed. ‘It is such a complex thing. I would rather not talk of it so soon after our lovemaking, but I suppose we have to talk about what is happening with us and with Margaret. There are some things you should know about me before you decide to go along with her plans for you.’

‘This sounds serious,’ said Richard. ‘Are you sure you want to talk about it?’

‘I must tell you these things, because I am on the verge of falling in love with you, and you must know what you are getting into.’

‘All right. Talk. I’ll listen,’ Richard said. She had said, ‘falling in love’, he thought. No one had said that to him before. It was going to be a new experience.

‘I thought you would be different from the others as soon as I saw you on the
Reeperbahn
. It was a sudden feeling, an instinct, not rational. But I was right. Now I must tell you that Margaret sends me out every now and then to recruit a new courier for her. Some stay with her. Most will not tolerate her insistence on obedience and training. But I did not choose you for Margaret’s sake. I need someone to help me. I hope you will do it. Will you?’ Helena looked serious, even worried as she spoke.

Even without knowing what she wanted from him, Richard’s first impulse was to agree. ‘I already promised Ingrid that I would,’ he told her.

Helena’s smile was his reward. Her face changed from solemn to happy in an instant. She leant down to kiss him. ‘I am so glad. Margaret can sometimes be nice, but mostly she wants people to do what she says. Even though she is my aunt, she can be very cruel and demanding. I want to be free of her. I want to be able to see whomever I wish. You, I mean, whenever I wish. And I want to be independent and self-sufficient. I would like to be able to develop my own life and my own business. Margaret will not allow that.’

‘Why don’t you just move away, disappear? She can’t follow you all over the world, can she?’ Richard asked.

‘Perhaps not by herself, but her contacts can. Through them she has influence and resources to do almost anything she wishes.’

Margaret was beginning to sound like a formidable and manipulative tyrant. Richard’s instincts were all for helping Helena to escape her clutches, even though a part of him knew his motives were less than noble and pure: namely, that part of him that was still inside Helena. But then, the hero usually got the girl as part of the reward for being heroic, didn’t he?

Helena continued, ‘Margaret has certain documents that could get me into a lot of trouble. She threatens to turn them over to the police if I don’t do as she wishes.’ She paused.

Richard asked the natural question, ‘What kind of documents, and what kind of trouble?’

‘The going-to-prison kind,’ Helena replied.