House Rules (21 page)

Hannelore handed him a leather belt with several dangling straps.

‘Put this around her waist,’ she ordered, busying herself with a harness designed to fit Gretchen’s head. There was a leather cap which fitted tightly, leaving her long hair hanging down her back. There was a metal bit which went between the young woman’s teeth, with rings at either end to which reins could be attached. More straps were designed to secure it in place and prevent her from ejecting it. It was obviously a gag as well.

Richard meanwhile fitted the waist belt, feeling Gretchen tremble at his touch. Or was it merely her excitement at being harnessed? Together he and Hannelore secured the buckles and straps which imprisoned the young woman, leaving her ready to be secured to a cart or wagon. As a final touch, Hannelore added a tail made of horsehair. The wooden handle of the tail went into Gretchen’s anus and was secured by a strap, the long tail hanging down her legs as far as her knees. She groaned as the handle was pushed home, trembling as a nervous horse might. She stood still in her harness, waiting to be led away.

Hannelore then turned to Richard. ‘Take off your clothes,’ she said.

Richard stripped off the skirt, jacket and white silk blouse he had worn for the meeting at the bank. The black nylon slip followed. He laid everything neatly on a chair, as Margaret and Ingrid had taught him. He knew Hannelore would demand the same neatness. He hesitated, standing before her in the corselet and tights, the chain dangling between his legs. A thin trail of sweat descended from under the wig to run down his face. He too was nervous, uncertain of where this was going to lead. At an impatient nod from Hannelore, he pulled the tight corselet off and removed the black tights. The wig followed. Naked, he stood still while she inspected him. His cock, taped to his belly, was stiff and throbbing.

Hannelore took a long thin strip of leather from the pile Gretchen had brought and handed it to Richard. ‘Tie Gretchen’s hands behind her back,’ she directed. ‘She does not enjoy this unless she is bound helplessly.’

Wordlessly, Gretchen turned her back to Richard and brought her hands behind her. As he tied her wrists, he could feel her trembling still with anticipation. The horsehair tail bobbed as her stomach and rectal muscles contracted in excitement. Sexual arousal, he reflected, comes from the strangest sources.

When he had done, Hannelore tested the cords. She shook her head. ‘Tighter,’ she said. ‘Gretchen likes the eords to bite in as she works.’

Obediently, Richard unknotted the cords and retied them, pulling them until Gretchen winced slightly. He knotted them and stood aside, waiting for the next step.

Hannelore went to a sideboard and came back with a pair of handcuffs and a long, thin silvery chain. ‘Now you,’ she said, motioning him to turn around.

Richard turned, bringing his hands behind his back as Gretchen had done. He felt the steel bands close around his wrists, and he remembered how Margaret had done the same thing to him. He tried to repress the slight shiver of anticipation, but Hannelore had felt it.

‘You are eager too? Good. I like people to enjoy these little games. Now hold still while I make a lead for you.’

Hannelore fastened the long chain to the shorter one locked around his balls. Taking a broad leather belt from the treasure-trove Gretchen had brought, she buckled it around his waist. Then she gathered Gretchen’s reins and Richard’s chain and led the two of them towards the door. Feeling that insistent tug on their respective but quite different tethers, they had no choice except to follow. Hannelore led them across the yard in the bright sunlight. Richard was uneasy about being outdoors, in plain view of anyone passing. What could a naked man in handcuffs and being led by the balls say to a passer-by? But there were none. The size and seclusion of Hannelore Bern’s estate ensured that there were no strangers nearby. But what about the staff and servants which such a large establishment would require? Surely they would notice. But of course they would not say anything if they valued their jobs. Hannelore looked as if she might be quite severe towards anyone who spoke of what went on here. Losing their jobs might turn out to be the least of their worries.

Hannelore led them into the barn, using the same side door that Gretchen had used earlier. The building was large, part garage and part storeroom. But what Richard noticed at once was the light racing cart standing against one wall, resting on its thin bicycle-type tyres with its long poles standing upright. This couldn’t be anything except Gretchen’s cart.

Hannelore Bern, severe and exciting in her black leather corselet, tights and stiletto-heeled shoes, strode over to the cart. She set it down on its wheels, turning it so that she could harness them to it. She beckoned Richard to her.

‘You first. I want you behind Gretchen, where you can see her but will not be able to touch her.’

The long chain dragging on the floor, Richard moved to stand between the poles of the cart. Hannelore fastened the straps dangling from his waist belt to the poles. She beckoned Gretchen over, and in the same businesslike fashion she set about securing the young woman to the cart. There was a curved wooden frame that slid on to the poles, closing them inside the narrow space. Hannelore slipped this down until it was just in front of the place where Gretchen was secured. Hannelore clamped the bar in place before making the final adjustments to the harness. She led the reins from Gretchen’s bit around Richard on either side and laid them on the seat. She led the chain between his legs and laid it in the same place. He could see how she planned to control her team of ‘horses’.

‘You’re not going to shout for help, are you?’ Hannelore asked him. ‘I don’t really want to gag you. You’ll need all your breath for our little exercise.’

Richard shook his head. Hannelore smiled briefly and turned away to open the double doors of the barn. They slid easily in their tracks, and the sunlight streamed over the pair harnessed to the cart as she mounted the seat and picked up the whip. When she was settled, Hannelore shook out the reins and let her whip fall lightly across Richard’s bottom, a reminder of who was in control. Richard and Gretchen pulled the cart out into the bright yard.

She guided them mainly by Gretchen’s reins, as one does with a horse, and they moved over the open ground towards the distant grove of trees. ‘Follow Gretchen,’ Hannelore Bern commanded. ‘She knows the way.’

Gretchen leant into her harness and pulled, her bottom thrust back towards Richard and her tail brushing his legs. Hannelore’s whip caught him again, and he guessed that she wanted him to pull harder. He too leant forward, and the cart moved more quickly towards the cover of the trees. Their cover seemed inviting, a screen from the other eyes which he still imagined were gazing at the bizarre spectacle they all made.

There was a bridle path into the grove. It appeared to be well trodden, but not by horses. There was soft grass underfoot. Hannelore guided her team on to it and touched them both with the whip. ‘Faster,’ she ordered.

Richard did not know how fast they were supposed to go, so he matched Gretchen’s pace. If Hannelore was not satisfied, she would soon let them know. As they entered the shelter of the trees, Richard became less anxious about being seen. He was now more aware of Hannelore Bern sitting just behind him in her tight leather costume, and of Gretchen harnessed just in front of him, her bizarre tail dangling down her legs as she pulled. His cock stiffened against his belly, though just what he could do about either woman was not clear to him. What might be done to him was likewise unknown, but exciting. In the meantime, he and Gretchen pulled the cart along the path, becoming warmer and more sweaty by the minute.

Hannelore flicked them with the whip from time to time, not so much to inflict pain as to remind them that she was controlling them, and that it was in her power to make them suffer as much as she wished. Gretchen seemed to know where they were going, and she pushed forward eagerly in her harness. The path was dappled by sunlight and shadow, the light falling through gaps in the canopy of leaves on to Gretchen’s nude body as she strained at her harness. The whip rose and fell, touching Richard now lightly, now more heavily.

The ride went on and on. Richard guessed they must be deep in the forest, but he could not tell how far they were from the house, or from any other houses that might lie nearby. He hoped there would be no one to see them. But at the same time, there was a queer excitement in the knowledge that they might be seen at any moment. How would Hannelore Bern explain herself to a casual walker who might come upon them? Probably she would not feel any need to explain. She would not be embarrassed. It was only he who felt that way.

When they came to a wider clearing in the forest, Hannelore tugged on the chain fastened to Richard’s scrotum, an unmistakable signal to stop. Richard didn’t know if she had tugged the reins to halt Gretchen at the same time, but the young woman stopped as well. There was a creak and a shifting of weight as Hannelore dismounted from her chariot. She came to stand before them, smiling slightly and looking even more stunning and bizarre in her leather costume in the middle of the forest. She reached out to touch Richard’s cock.

‘I guess this means you like me,’ she said. ‘Or do you just like the idea of serving me?’

There was no good answer to the question, so Richard said nothing.

Still rubbing his cock and squeezing it gently, Hannelore turned to Gretchen. ‘And you, my little one. Are you eager too?’

Gretchen of course could not reply, and he could not see her expression, but Richard saw her shudder in her harness. Her bound hands were twisting restlessly behind her back. In anticipation? Almost certainly she knew what was coming. He wondered if she had come to the woods with other captives, or if she had always pulled the cart alone. He was excited by her: so fetchingly bound, so near, so nude. Would Hannelore Bern offer her to him? His cock stirred at the thought.

Hannelore felt the spasm in his cock and looked sidelong at him. She slowly lifted a corner of the tape which held his cock against his belly, then abruptly tore it away, allowing his cock to swing free. It stood out stiffly, and she grasped it firmly with her whole hand, letting her fingers stroke the underside and tickle him behind the glans. Being so near to two such desirable women, the one nude and the other clad in tight leather, was almost too much for him. He was on the verge of an orgasm, and he knew that Hannelore Bern would not be pleased.

As if sensing the onset of his orgasm, Hannelore let him go and turned her attention to Gretchen. First she loosened the curved piece linking the two poles and slid it off, laying it on the ground. Next, she deftly unbuckled the straps holding the young woman to the cart and led her out from between the two poles to which Richard was still harnessed. She turned Gretchen to face Richard, and he could see her taut nipples and her ragged breathing.

Mischievously, Hannelore said, ‘Do you like him, little one?’ Pointing to Richard’s stiff cock, she added, ‘He seems to like you.’

Gretchen looked wildly from her mistress to Richard, then shook her head determinedly. She uttered a sound from behind her bit which could only mean no. She kept her gaze on Hannelore, as if pleading not to be forced into something she feared.

Richard was disappointed at her reaction, as any man turned down by a desirable woman might be. But at the same time he was relieved. If Gretchen had indicated approval, they might both have incurred the displeasure of Hannelore Bern.

Hannelore looked from one to the other for some sign. When none came, she said, ‘Clearly it is up to me to play matchmaker.’

Gretchen once more shook her head, this time more vehemently, causing the metal parts of her bit to clink together, her eyes pleading with her mistress. ‘Nngghh!’ she said. The bit distorted her words, but clearly she was still opposed to the idea.

‘You shouldn’t be too downhearted,’ Hannelore said to Richard. ‘Gretchen has been with me for some time, and she has taken well to my teaching and companionship. One might almost believe she was a raging, thoroughgoing lesbian, if one were to judge solely from her words. But she is not.’ Turning to Gretchen, she added, ‘Are you, little one?’

Gretchen reddened, but she repeated her denial, this time pleadingly: ‘Nnnnggghhhhh! Eeeees!’

‘She really doesn’t know what to say. If she says she wants you, she will get one of the things she wants badly: a man’s cock up inside her. But she is afraid I will be angry, because we have been together for some time. So, she’s on the horns of a dilemma. We could resolve things by putting her on to the cock of a horny man, though, could we not?’

As she spoke, Hannelore was looking at Gretchen, who was by now red all over with embarrassment at being the object of such a conversation between her mistress and a comparative stranger.

‘She may also be afraid I won’t beat her if I allow her to have you,’ Hannelore said to Richard. ‘It is difficult to choose between two pleasures: she is a bit like the donkey who starved to death between two bales of hay.’ She paused as if in thought. Then, having come to some decision, she smiled to herself before picking up the curved frame. She slid it on to the poles, this time moving it down to a point just in front of Richard.

The frame, designed to hold the poles together at the front, now resembled nothing so much as a seat, a seat which almost touched Richard’s stiff cock. It didn’t require too much imagination to guess who would be occupying the seat. Gretchen arrived at the answer almost as soon as Richard did. Anticipation and denial made a battleground of her face. She made as if to run, but stepped on her reins and fell to the ground. With her hands tied behind her back, she was unable to break her fall. The breath was knocked out of her. She struggled to rise but fell back again. Hannelore turned and helped the young woman to her feet.

‘Don’t be afraid, little one,’ she said soothingly. ‘You know you like this part of it as much as what comes later.’

Gretchen was trembling as Hannelore unclipped the reins from the bit and led her back to the cart. The older woman led her between the poles and turned her to face Richard. Hannelore untied the cords binding Gretchen’s wrists. She gestured for the younger woman to mount the curved frame in front of Richard.