House Rules (7 page)

Heidi let her skirt fall and looked at him shyly. Then she caught sight of his cock standing at attention, and she blushed down to the tops of her breasts. ‘Oh, I wish I were not wearing it now,’ she said. Nevertheless she came closer to him, her eyes fixed on his erect cock. She stroked it, shyly at first, and then, as if coming to a sudden decision, she knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth.

‘Heidi, you don’t have to …’ he began.

‘Shhhh. I want to. Please let me.’

As before, in Helena’s apartment, he could do nothing to stop her. And as before, he had no wish to do so. Her lips and tongue sliding along his cock, and the teeth that nipped him gently, made his blood pound in his ears. He felt himself sway on his feet, and Heidi steadied him while she continued to work on his cock. When he looked down he could see the top of her head, her long hair falling about her face and over his thighs in a heavy curtain. Once she moved back to reposition herself, and he could see her erect nipples through the satin bodice of her dress.

He wished that his hands were free, and that she were not locked into the chastity belt. He wished … Then what he wished ceased to matter as he came. Heidi swallowed and kept working her head back and forth until the spasms ended and he felt shaky on his feet.

She looked up at him with a smile. There wasn’t anything either of them could say. Heidi stood up slowly and faced Richard. Abruptly she put her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. He could smell his own musk on her breath as she embraced him. It was a new experience to him. None of the girls he had known in England would have done what this stranger had done to him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening in the corridor. Heidi jumped away as if stung. Hurriedly she picked up the chain with its padlock. Richard stood still as she approached him.

‘Please understand,’ Heidi said softly. ‘I have to do this or –’

‘You’ll be beaten,’ Richard finished for her. He looked at her for a moment and then nodded. Heidi looked immensely relieved. She looked at him for a moment longer and then looked down to fit the padlock through the ring on the chain that dangled from his balls. The lock closed with a heavy snap, and she let it fall between his legs. He felt the weight of the lock and the longer chain dragging at him. Not painfully, but definitely there.

‘I’ll just put your case in the bathroom,’ Heidi called a little too loudly as she moved away from him. She dropped the case in her haste and alarm. When she came back into the main room, she had herself just barely in control. She was frightened and trying to look normal.

‘Heidi,’ Richard said softly, ‘wipe your mouth and take a deep breath.’

She did as he directed, and looked at him once again with more composure. She even managed a shaky smile.

‘Who keeps the keys to my handcuffs, and to the lock and your own belt?’

‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘I have to go now.’

‘Try to find out,’ he told her as she disappeared. The door closed behind her with a heavy thump, and Richard saw that there was neither handle nor keyhole on the inside. He knew without further exploration that he was locked in. Since there was no immediate escape, he decided to make the best of things. The bed looked comfortable enough.

He woke from his doze at the sound of the door opening. This time it was an older woman, perhaps forty or forty-five years old, Richard estimated. She was still an attractive woman, one who had obviously taken pains to combat the signs of ageing. Her body was still firm, and she carried herself well. She was stylishly dressed, not in the ubiquitous maid’s uniform. He concluded that she was somewhat higher up the pecking order here than Heidi. As she came closer, he thought he detected the signs of cosmetic surgery in the firmness of her chin and the lack of wrinkles around the eyes and mouth.

‘You are Richard,’ she announced. She looked at him for a long moment before nodding her approval. ‘Margaret has asked me to take your measurements. Will you please stand?’

Richard got awkwardly to his feet. ‘Since you know who I am, might I not know who you are?’ he asked.

‘My name is not important,’ the woman replied.

‘It is to me,’ Richard retorted.

The woman shrugged and said, ‘Very well. I am Ingrid.’

‘And are you one of the trainers here?’ Richard asked her.

‘No. I own a small dressmaking and tailoring shop in the village. But I am often asked to make things for those here, at what we in the village call
Schloss Margaret
.’ Smiling at what she thought of as a small joke, Ingrid produced a tape measure, a small leather-bound notebook and a pencil from her handbag, which she laid on the bed. She looked once more at Richard, then said, ‘May I use your bathroom before we begin?’

She was already turning towards it as Richard said, ‘Of course.’ He continued to stand beside the bed as she left the room. When she returned, Ingrid smiled her thanks. Richard liked her. She was an outsider in what was, to him at least, a bizarre setting, and she was treating both it and him naturally, without embarrassment or awkwardness. He felt more at ease with her.

Ingrid held a key in her hand. ‘I am allowed to remove your handcuffs, Richard. Indeed, I must do so in order to measure you. I hope you will conduct yourself correctly.’ She unlocked the handcuffs and laid them on the bed beside her handbag.

‘And the other lock?’ Richard asked, indicating the one dangling between his legs. ‘Are you allowed to remove that as well?’

‘No. I am sorry. I was not given the key.’ And she did sound regretful. ‘Now, if you will just stand naturally, we will begin.’ Ingrid unrolled her tape and began to measure Richard: around the waist, around the chest, across the shoulders, sleeve length, height, everything in fact but his inside leg.

But her next measurement surprised him. Ingrid asked him to hold one end of the tape at his waist in front, while she stooped down and took the other end through between his legs. With her free hand she grasped his cock and held it upright against his belly while she took his measurement through the crotch and up to his waistline at the back. He felt himself growing stiff in her hand.

So did Ingrid. With a chuckle, she said, ‘Richard, you promised to behave correctly.’

‘And it’s incorrect to get an erection when an attractive woman is holding your cock?’ he retorted.

‘So you think I am attractive?’ Ingrid asked. ‘I am almost old enough to be your mother.’

‘And aren’t all healthy boys supposed to have a crush on their mothers? Freud said so.’

‘Do I remind you of your mother, then?’ Ingrid asked him.

Richard, who remembered his mother as a rather plain and very ordinary middle-aged woman, said, ‘No. She didn’t look anywhere near as good as you do. Nor have I ever wanted her as much as I do you.’

‘So. Gallantry too,’ Ingrid said, sounding pleased nevertheless. She stood up with a grunt and put away her tape. When she removed her hand, Richard’s cock returned to its normal position, and his erection was much more obvious. She looked at it for a long moment before saying, ‘Now he tries flattery. Enough already.’ But she was smiling. ‘Thank you for the compliment, for so I shall take it. But it will have to wait for another time. I have much to do today.’

‘So there will be another time?’ Richard asked quickly.

‘Perhaps. We shall have to wait and see.’ Ingrid gathered her things together and picked up the handcuffs from the bed.

Richard wondered if she had been instructed to re-apply them, but she was moving towards the door. There she paused to smile broadly back at him.

‘
Auf Wiedersehen
, Richard.’ She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Before she closed it again, he caught a glimpse of a strange man passing with a suitcase in his hand. It was the same type of case he had seen earlier in the hall upstairs. Was it part of the same delivery? He wondered what it might contain. But the door closed and locked behind Ingrid, and he was alone again.

Although his hands were now free, he was still chained to the ring in the floor. He took the chain in his hand and walked towards the bathroom. There was enough slack to allow him to get inside. There was a toilet, hand basin and shower stall, all within reach. There was also a bidet. For female trainees, he assumed. He caught sight of a white card on the side of the basin. When he picked it up, he saw that it was Ingrid’s business card. He learnt that she was also a Wagner. Was she related to Margaret? Possibly, but Wagner was a common name in Germany. He saw that her dress shop was in the village. There was a telephone number too. But on the back there was another, written by hand. Her personal number? Why had she left the card for him?

There was no way to find out. He would have to wait and see, as Ingrid had suggested. He put the card away into the side pocket of his case and returned to the main room.

There was no clock in the room, so Richard had no way to measure how long he had been there. He thought of turning on the TV to get the time, but when he did so, he found it only worked for viewing videos. So he looked through the video collection for something to pass the time while he wondered how Helena was doing.

Richard woke again when the door opened. He still sat in the armchair in front of the TV, which displayed only a grey and white pattern. The video had ended and the machine had shut itself off automatically. He didn’t realise how hungry he was until he smelt food. Heidi entered the room with a trolley from which the tantalising smells were coming.

‘Good morning. I hope you slept well. I have brought some breakfast, and when you have finished I will take you up to see our Mistress. She has told me that your training must begin immediately, so hurry up. She does not like to be kept waiting.’

‘Then she should send breakfast along sooner,’ Richard retorted, even as he felt a knot of excitement tighten in his stomach. He ate breakfast, while Heidi sat on the bed watching. When he had finished, she produced a key hanging on a thong around her neck and unlocked the padlock. The short chain once more dangled freely between his legs.

‘Please take a shower and get ready to go upstairs now,’ Heidi told him. She cleared away the breakfast things while Richard went into the bathroom. When he came out, he saw that she had left his clothes on the bed and had withdrawn, locking the door behind her. Richard shrugged and got dressed. Then he sat waiting for Heidi, or someone, to come let him out.

Presently she came back, beckoning him to follow her. She conducted him back along the hallway and to the lift. They travelled up to the main floor with only smiles between them, hers shy and his enquiring. Margaret was waiting for him in the drawing room, pacing impatiently backward and forward over the thick carpet. There was no one else in sight.

‘We are going for a short drive. I have many things to do today so I will leave you at Ingrid Wagner’s shop while I attend to them. She will outfit you and I will collect you this evening. Raymond or Heidi will tell you what to do next. Come along now,’ she said, as she gathered her coat and handbag and headed towards the door.

The BMW was waiting at the front door. Margaret drove back down the long driveway to the gates, where she again operated the electronic control to let them out of the grounds. This time she drove more slowly towards the village. Richard saw that it was a fairly large one, with a new shopping centre on the outskirts. The centre of the town was older, the streets narrow and cobbled and the buildings crowded together, a typical European town of the sixteenth or seventeenth century.

Margaret drove into a covered alleyway and turned into a minute car-parking space behind Ingrid’s shop. It was walled, and had gates. Richard noticed that there were no windows overlooking the small courtyard. Nor were there any streetlights that he could see. This would be a dark and private place at night.

Margaret led the way through the rear door and into the shop. The storeroom they entered was empty, but voices were audible in the shop itself. Richard recognised Ingrid’s voice, and at least two others – customers, presumably. Margaret glanced impatiently at her watch. She looked annoyed. Eventually the front door opened and closed as the customers left the shop, and Margaret led the way through the doorway. They met Ingrid coming back towards them. She smiled briefly at Margaret and Richard.

Margaret began speaking at once. ‘Ingrid, I am running late. I need to leave Richard here so you can start on him. I will be back around five in the evening to collect him.’

‘Margaret, you know I need more time with him. He is just getting started and will need a lot of work. You should plan on collecting him sometime tomorrow evening if you expect a good job of preparation,’ Ingrid said.

Margaret looked even more annoyed. Apparently she hated having her plans altered. But she said crossly, ‘Oh, very well. Keep him here until tomorrow. Just be sure to take the customary precautions.’ She produced a pair of handcuffs from her handbag and handed them to Ingrid. Then she ordered Richard to strip. She stood impatiently while he took off his clothes and Ingrid folded them into a plastic bag with her shop’s logo on it. This she handed to Margaret, who left immediately.

‘Is she always this cross and abrupt?’ Richard asked when she was gone.

‘Not always, but often enough. She is difficult to please. Always has been. But you will find that out for yourself soon enough,’ Ingrid replied. ‘But I’m glad she didn’t insist on a hurried job. I do need some time with you.’

‘What are you going to do with me?’

‘Transform you into a woman, at least outwardly. That is what Margaret wants, for reasons she will tell you when she’s ready. But we can talk as I work. The more I know about you the better job I can make.’

‘And will I also learn about you as we work?’ Richard wanted to know.

‘We’ll see,’ Ingrid replied with another smile. ‘But now, will you promise not to run away if I leave you for a moment?’

‘Like this?’ Richard asked, gesturing at himself. ‘What would the good burghers of Soltau think of a naked man running out of your shop and down the street?’