House Rules (28 page)

That might not be so bad, Richard thought, particularly if Hannelore learnt that he could treat her so. She might be more hesitant to cause future trouble for him and Helena. He took off the corselet and tights, laying them on Hannelore’s desk, and stood before her naked. When he removed the tape from his cock, it stood out stiffly from his belly. Hannelore, no longer struggling now to get free, stared fixedly at it, as a bird might at a snake.

Richard paused, looking at her and letting her look at him, before he stooped to roll Hannelore on to her stomach. He unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down and off her long legs, leaving her bare from the waist down except for her stockings and suspenders. Hannelore began to struggle at once, tugging off the ropes that bound her wrists and making strangled noises from behind her gag. Richard waited until her legs were open and then landed a blow from the crop squarely on her exposed cunt, as she had with Gretchen. Hannelore’s scream was still loud despite the gag, but even as it died away she seemed to change gear. Her hips began to rise and fall, and she made small, muffled, mewing sounds as she came. The blow had been a release for her. She continued to grind her pelvis against the carpet for a long time.

Richard, watching Hannelore being racked by her pleasure, felt his own excitement peak suddenly. He laid the whip aside and rolled her over on to her back. Without pausing, he spread her legs and entered her, sliding all the way in at once. She was wet and parted, and seemed to have forgotten all about regaining her dominance. She was only a woman in need of a good screwing, opening her legs and welcoming his cock inside her as she bucked beneath him. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she came again and again, clenching herself tightly around the spear of his cock.

Richard rode Hannelore, staying with her as she came, and holding himself back as her excitement built and peaked and built again. He felt as if he were riding a whirlwind, and when he finally came it was like a sudden storm breaking on a sea coast. He was aware of Hannelore’s moans and writhings as a background to his own orgasm.

Afterwards, he rolled aside and allowed them both to recover. In the aftermath of their lovemaking, the ringing of the telephone was like a dash of cold water. Hannelore looked wildly around as if rescue had arrived. Richard sat up abruptly and lifted the receiver.

It was the secretary, letting Madame know that her chauffeur had arrived with a suitcase for Fraulein Rhodes. ‘Tell him to leave it outside the office door and go and collect Gretchen as Madame ordered.’ He hung up and rested one hand on Hannelore’s stomach, a subtle warning to her to keep quiet. The sound of footsteps grew louder, stopping outside the door. There was a gentle bump, followed by the sound of receding footsteps. Only then did Richard move away from Hannelore. He went to the door, listened for a moment, then opened it and brought his case inside the office.

Hannelore struggled to a sitting position as he came back to the desk. ‘Ummmmngg,’ she said.

‘You need to say something?’ Richard asked her.

She nodded vigorously.

‘Will you agree not to shout for help if I take the gag off?’

Hannelore nodded again, and he stooped to untie her gag.

‘Are you going to leave me like this?’ Hannelore asked. She was beginning to think again in terms of position and authority.

Richard was tempted to say yes, but didn’t. It is never wise to humiliate someone unnecessarily, especially if he was to count on any goodwill in the future. ‘I will have to leave you tied up. And gagged,’ he added. ‘But I’ll dress you again before I leave. There are some things we still need to discuss. We can do that while I am getting dressed.’

Richard opened the suitcase and took out a fresh suit and blouse. He decided clean underwear would be a good idea as well. The facilities in the toilet would have to suffice for a quick wash. Hannelore watched his preparations. When he went to the toilet, he took Hannelore with him, helping her to her feet and leading her by the elbow.

In the toilet, he tethered her by the ankle to the drainpipe. ‘Go ahead and use the toilet if you want to,’ he told her, busying himself with cleaning himself up and applying fresh make-up, while Hannelore squatted on the toilet and peed noisily. When she was finished, he wiped her dry.

‘I don’t intend to let anyone see the tapes I made,’ Richard told her. ‘Nor do I intend to use them to extort anything from you but your promise to leave me alone in the future. But I will keep the tapes in case you have a change of heart and decide to come after me. I will also leave copies in a safe place with instructions to open them in case I should disappear. Just leave me alone, and I will not trouble you. Fair enough?’

Hannelore clearly did not like being at the mercy of anyone, but she had no real choice. She nodded slowly. ‘All right,’ she agreed. ‘What about the tape of just now?’ she asked, with just a faint flush.

‘You keep that if you want to. Or wipe it. Take that as a sign of my good faith,’ Richard said. He began to dress for the journey. When he was done, Pamela Rhodes looked back at him from the mirror.

He cleaned Hannelore up as best he could, enjoying her little flinch as he cleaned her crotch and applied powder to her sex. ‘You’ll have to do without pants,’ he told her, as he buttoned her blouse and brushed her hair. Then he took her back to her office and helped her get back into her skirt. When she was dressed, Hannelore looked more like the dominant mistress than she had when they were fucking. Except for her bound hands, Richard thought. Once again he sat her in her chair, this time bringing her arms down behind the back and tying her hands to the chair back. He crossed her ankles and tied them together. Finally, he used more of the twine to secure her to the chair by her elbows and waist. ‘Any last words?’ he asked, as he showed her the gag.

‘Just good luck for the future.’ It sounded sincere, strangely enough.

‘Thanks,’ Richard said. ‘You too. Gretchen will come along in a few hours and let you loose.’ He gagged her with her panties as before. He glanced back at the beautiful woman bound and gagged in her chair as he went out of the door.

It was growing dark when Richard let himself quietly into the back of Ingrid’s shop. He glanced briefly into the darkened sales area before closing the door. The lock clicked into place, and the light from the street was cut off. He made his way up the stairs by feel. After the encounter with Hannelore Bern and the prolonged masquerade as he travelled, this felt like coming home. He could relax, forget for a while the tension and worry of being discovered as a result of some small lapse. And he was looking forward to seeing Ingrid once more. He had thought of her often on the journey back from Basle. He wondered now if she were at home. There had been several opportunities to call ahead, but he hadn’t done so, judging it better to surprise her.

The stairs creaked as he ascended, and he was aware of a narrow slit of light escaping under the door to the living quarters over the shop. He paused on the landing, listening, but there was no sound. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Nor was there any response to his second, louder knock. The door was not locked, and opened easily into an empty room. All the doors leading off it were closed. After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped inside and closed the door. The light he had seen from outside was coming from under the bedroom door. Laying his handbag on the coffee table, Richard went across to it. The knob turned under his hand. He called Ingrid’s name softly. She might be sleeping.

There was a muffled noise from across the room. The sound came again: ‘Nnmmmmmmgg.’ He saw Ingrid as soon as he stepped into the room, and understood why she had not come to greet him. She was lying on the bed, spread like a starfish, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. She was gagged: Richard recognised the inflatable gag that Margaret was so fond of. She was also nude.

He called, ‘Ingrid. It’s me, Richard. Are you all right?’ Even as he crossed to the bedside, he realised how inane the question was. Ingrid could not possibly answer. He knelt to remove her gag, but Ingrid shook her head as soon as she felt his touch. ‘Nnnnnnn,’ she said, her head moving from side to side. At the same time she arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed and rocking them back and forth. The intent was unmistakable. When Richard looked more closely at Ingrid, he saw that she was highly aroused. Her nipples were hard and crinkly, and her breathing was rapid. The smell of her musk was strong, telling him that she was wet and ready for sex. Seemingly she had been aroused merely by lying there bound, and by the anticipation of what was to come.

Had she been lying there waiting for him to find her and fuck her? The idea excited Richard, even though he knew it was fantastic. She would have had no way of knowing when he might be coming to the shop. So she must have been prepared for someone else. Richard remembered her lover, whom she had said liked to come upon her bound and gagged and ready for him. The gag suggested that Margaret might have been the one who prepared her sister in this way.

Tentatively, Richard touched a nipple. It was taut with her desire, and she moaned softly. Encouraged by her response, Richard bent to kiss her breasts, circling her nipples with his tongue, nipping them gently between his teeth. Ingrid moaned more loudly, writhing on the bed and pulling frantically against the ropes that bound her. Seeing her like this, Richard had trouble remembering the woman to whom he had made love while she was teaching him how to dress and act like a woman. She had been eager and receptive once he had removed her doubts about the difference in their ages. She had responded readily to his foreplay. But this was different. Ingrid seemed ready to explode merely from being touched and gently fondled.

Richard noticed a chain around Ingrid’s waist. It ran down between her legs, drawn tightly against her crotch, as Gretchen’s had been. It was similar to the chain Hannelore had put on him. He guessed that Ingrid’s chain held one or more dildoes inside her, as Gretchen’s had done. He had been excited by his chain and the plug, reminding him at every move of his captivity. So, seemingly, was Ingrid.

He reached between her outspread thighs, following the chain down to her cunt. His fingers encountered the small ring he had expected, holding the dildo inside Ingrid. He pushed against the hard metal, drawing a long groan from Ingrid as the plug moved inside her. Richard continued his exploration, touching the plug inside her anus as well. Ingrid’s chain was secured by a padlock between her legs, so that her lover could unlock and unplug her more easily.

Lacking the key, Richard had to give up the idea of taking off his clothes and penetrating Ingrid there and then. There was nothing for it but to continue to arouse her with the means available. Ingrid needed little in the way of encouragement. As he pushed alternately on the two plugs, Ingrid began to whimper low in her throat, the sound muffled by her gag but indicating clearly that she was being driven towards her orgasm by his manipulations. Keeping one hand busy between her legs, Richard leant over to kiss her eyes, cheeks and earlobes. He kissed her over her gag, and Ingrid moaned again, softly, the sound muffled. With his free hand, Richard fondled her breast and nipple. He shifted once more to bring his mouth to her other breast, teasing the nipple with his teeth.

Ingrid writhed wildly under his touch, her breath rasping in her throat as she gasped and heaved. The moans were almost continuous, rising and falling as she lost control. Richard could feel her vaginal and abdominal muscles clenching and relaxing under his hand, and he knew that she was having her first orgasm. It went on for a long time. Her gag caused Ingrid’s cheeks to bulge, and they were flushed with her excitement. She pulled against her bonds, her arm and leg muscles straining. Her hips rose and fell in unconscious and involuntary rhythm with her excitement. Abruptly she arched her. back, thrusting herself against his hands as she came. Gradually she grew quiet, with just the occasional shudder still passing through her body. She was covered with a light sheen of perspiration, and her breathing was still ragged.

Richard was aroused by the sight of this attractive woman being driven to orgasm. His cock was stiff inside the tight corselet, making him conscious of the tape that held it against his belly and exciting him still more. But as long as she wore her plugs, there wasn’t anything he could do about his own arousal.

Ingrid opened her eyes and looked up at him. Unable to speak because of her gag, she still managed to show her gratitude and affection. Then she closed her eyes again and lay quietly on the bed.

Richard still knelt beside her, watching as she relaxed and seemed to drift off to sleep. He allowed her a few minutes, then he began to arouse her once more.

Ingrid opened her eyes in surprise as she felt his hands once again on her body. Her breath caught on a gasp as he resumed the massage of her cunt, driving the two dildoes into her once more. His hand on her breast and his lips and teeth on her nipple caused her to tighten her muscles once again. For a moment it seemed that she would try to make him stop. ‘Nnnnn,’ she said, shaking her head. But he didn’t stop, and Ingrid couldn’t stop him or protest against his renewed attention. Gradually she became less intent on stopping him, and more interested in the increasingly pleasurable sensations flooding through her belly and outspread thighs. Her nipples became taut once more, and her cunt was wet and ready almost at once. She surrendered herself to his touch, arching herself and spreading her thighs still more widely to present her body to him. When he extended one finger to her arsehole and pressed against the plug there, she couldn’t stop herself from beginning another long, shuddering series of orgasms that left her sweaty, limp and exhausted.

Once more he allowed her only a brief rest before continuing her arousal. Ingrid writhed and moaned, flinging her head from side to side as if begging him to stop. But he didn’t. Richard continued to caress and kiss her, allowing her no respite. Her breathing became louder, and once more a flush spread over her face and down her neck to her breasts. Her head now began to twist slowly from side to side in exquisite torment. A soft continuous moan came through the gag, becoming sharper and louder whenever she was shaken by another wave of pleasure.