Part 3

Rebellion

37

The first week in January Richard received an Email asking them to meet Graham Weston. No details were given just a request to contact Grace Edwards and arrange a time to suit them, but hopefully before the weekend. His intension was to finish work early on Friday, pick Kate up from the gallery and then go over to the Oakham offices.

“Thanks for coming in at short notice Richard,” Weston said, “it’s much appreciated.” Kate’s mind flashed back to her earlier visits when she had received the same treatment: Weston ignoring her and talking to Richard. After some informal chat he got down to the company at hand.

“Well Richard, let’s get to the purpose of your visit. Colonel Mason and I both agree that Catherine has completed her training and is ready for use by the members. She’s open and available in all three orifices, has learnt to accept and tolerate quite severe punishment and has the social skills to be a credit to the group.” He paused to await an initial response from Richard.

“I’m pleased she’s met your requirements Graham. I have to say that I’ve been surprised and impressed with how far she’s advanced in a relatively short time.”

“Quite so, and I’m sure, she has a lot more to offer. Now, let me inform you of how we’ve decided to use her. The Foundation runs a member’s club-The Boardroom-here in the capital, which relies on the use of the women for serving and entertaining the members. Briefly put, the club is run by a manager, employs full time staff for catering and bar duties but uses our ladies for serving the guests, general cleaning, waiting on tables etc. During an evening there are approximately twelve slaves on duty, more at weekends and for special events. After serving the evening meal the slaves are used by the members for entertainment. The club is also the place where private slaves are punished for indiscretions should their partners wish it to be a public proceeding. Of course we often choose to have our own slaves, like Catherine here, punished in public just for the entertainment value it offers.”

Listening to him talk brought the familiar lump to Kate’s throat. She’d signed herself over to be used and in her fantasies she’d imagined what it would be like, now she was gonna understand the reality. The mere wondered of it started that familiar tingling low in her stomach. She would be used and others would watch her being used, groped and beaten. She was not even being asked for her comment or agreement, she’d already given it, there would be no consultation.

“Sometimes,” Weston continued, “there will be physical pleasure in it for her, but mostly the only pleasure will be gained from the knowledge that she’s serving others. The members seem to take great delight in the maltreatment of our more sophisticated ladies: they relish their degradation. So what can be guaranteed is an abundance of humiliation and pain, but then, if she’s half the slut we’ve come to think she is, that will please her no end.”

“I’m sure it will,” Richard confirmed.

“Service at the club,” Weston continued, “will take her exposure to new levels. The members and staff come from various walks of life so she’ll always be wondering if the person she meets in the street, in the Bank queue, or in a shop was the same person who used her cruelly the night before or maybe the person who watched her being used in some demeaning way.”

“And the punishments you mentioned, how are they decided?” Richard asked. Kate wondered he would no doubt be willing to get her on the list as soon as feasible.

“We get back into that grey area here,” Weston explained, “because most aren’t punishments as such…the woman’s done nothing wrong. Perhaps we should say entertainment of a more physical nature. Men like to see women in pain and enduring suffering, it seems to hold a perverse fascination to them.”

Kate took a sideways look at Richard, telling him she knew he was certainly one of those, he looked away quickly.

“We don’t go in for making up petty reasons to justify punishing our slaves, we don’t need to.”

“And you can assure me that when in service to the members she won’t be permanently harmed or be subjected to abuse?”

“No Richard, certainly not. It’s an absolute requirement that they won’t be harmed, or used in any way which will have permanent consequences. Of course she’ll suffer pain, that goes without saying, accepting it is a measure of her obligation. That’s not abuse. Abuse is belittling, damaging and evil, and will not be tolerated. The humiliation and embarrassment she’ll feel is her problem and hers alone. They only occur by considering what others think of your behaviour, and that is of no concern to us. She’ll be there to do as she’s told, not to think about the opinions of others.”

“I’m pleased to hear it, and I’m sure that she’ll perform her duties well. She’s determined to reach her goal.”

“That’s admirable. The gesture of giving her body to be used in this way may result in the submissive pleasure she’s seeking, or it may not. It may turn out that what she’s really seeking is to be dominated, to be abused for the pleasure of others. In the former case the pleasure is gained from giving, in the latter the pleasure comes from receiving.”

For the first time since entering his office Weston spoke directly to her.

“Catherine, it may be that you decide neither is what you want and that’s understandable to us. If that’s the case then you must speak up and say so, nobody’s forcing you to do this and you’re free to leave at any time.”

“Yes Sir, I understand that, thank you.”

All that she’d heard delighted Kate. She had a strong desire to be used and felt a craving for the humiliation but she also saw a requirement to be punished, thereby absolving her of her guilt. She’d enjoyed behaving like a slut, and being taken by strangers, but was she supposed to enjoy it so much? No, she told herself, she wasn’t. But it didn’t matter, the punishments would exonerate her.

“When would you like her to start?” Richard asked.

“As soon as possible, all arrangements have been made and her uniform’s ready. I would think a week night would be best, it’s less busy then and there will be more time for one of the other ladies to show her the ropes, sorry about the pun, unintentional I assure you. What about Thursday, that would be good for us?”

“That sound fine, Thursday it is. I’m sure that’ll suit her.”

38

“What time’s Elizabeth picking you up?” Richard asked as she finished getting ready.

“Six thirty. I’m so glad she’ll be there for my first time, I’m nervous enough as it is, having her there will be great, thanks for arranging it.”

“It wasn’t a problem: Robin said she was due to be sent soon anyway, so it just gave him a nudge. This is a big step you know, different from what you’ve experienced so far.”

“How do you mean? I’ve had all sorts done to me, what else is there?”

“Well this will be public, totally open for all to see. Up until now it’s been private. Tonight it will be no limits use and you’re committed.”

“I know, I hope I don’t chicken out and make a fool of myself.”

“Of course you won’t. You wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this; you’re too dirty and desperate.”

“Richard! What sort of a woman do you think I am?” Her mock virtue would fool nobody.

As he watched her work on the final preparations to her make-up, Richard examined his own thoughts. As all the time he was proud of her, astonished that she could put herself forward to be subjected to the treatment she was sure to receive. He thought if she was aware of what might lie ahead and whether she could she take it? Oh she could take the physical side, she already had, but it was the effect it would have on her that would be different. The spanking, whipping and sexual use she’d experienced so far had been carried out by her trainers, people in the role due to their knowledge and wisdom. Once at this club she’d be available to ‘typical’ people, those with no finesse or consideration of her needs. How would she handle being given orders by somebody she felt didn’t deserve the position of power they found themselves in? Would she rebel or accept? He found the hardest part was seeing her humiliated, he felt for her, felt sorry for her, and wanted to step in and take her out of the situation. Then he would remind himself that the humiliation was her big turn on. It was hard for him to figure out, but no more than her understanding his arousal when seeing her punished.

“I think I’m ready, how do I look?”

“You look like you always do, gorgeous.”

“Flatterer.”

“Kate…”

“Yes?”

“When you get back will you promise to tell me everything, give me all the detail of what you had to do?”

“You know I will, I promise, but you might not like it. As you said this is new territory, no limits stuff with unknown people.”

“I know, but that’s the thrill isn’t it, and if I didn’t get to know it wouldn’t be us sharing the experience, I’d miss out.”

“I love you darling and promise to share it all, whatever it is.” She kissed and hugged him.

“There’s the car come on,” he said, “I’ll be there to pick you up later. Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.”

The club building looked to be early Victorian, red brick with sandstone moulding around the small windows and doorways, perhaps a warehouse or factory in its previous life.

“Here we are then, are you ready, are you going through with it?” Elizabeth wanted confirmation.

“Of course, I’ve suffered enough to get here, and I’ve high hopes for this bit.”

They entered the main door to be faced with a modern reception area. Elizabeth greeted Sally, the girl at the desk, before introducing Kate.

“Nice to meet you, Kate,” she said, “I was told to expect you. Here’s the locker code.”

“Who’s the supervisor tonight?” Elizabeth asked.

“Mrs. Banks.”

“Oh, crikey, we’d better get going then, come on, see you later Sally.”

Making their way through a door marked ‘Private’, they climbed the stairs.

“We’re in here,” Elizabeth said, opening the door to a modern looking changing room, as would be found in any gymnasium. “That’s your locker there; the code is on the card Jane gave you.” Elizabeth opened her own locker. “There are showers through there if you need them: a lot of girls come straight from work, and the cupboard over there has enemas, creams, lubricants and stuff like that, you just help yourself as and when. We’d better get ready now before Mrs. Banks comes to check us.”

“Check us for what?”

“Dress and make-up, and it has to be right–or else.” Kate pulled a face. “Your dress should be in your locker.”

“Is that it?” Kate asked, removing the tiny garment.

“That’s it. There should be some boots as well.”

They both undressed and changed before helping each other with the zip down the back of the tight dress. Dress would be a loose description for the garment. It was more of a top. Made from burgundy coloured, silky material the dress had a neckband which buckled at the back incorporating a large silver ring at the front. A six inch ‘skirt’ below the tight waist band failed to reach far enough to cover the wearer’s sex or lower buttocks. The front panel, being accurately shaped to fit the underside of the breasts contained no covering, leaving them completely exposed. High heeled burgundy ankle boots with fitted straps and rings, and matching wrist straps completed the outfit. Looking in the full length wall mirror Kate was taken aback by the effect. The height of the heels pushed her backside out as she walked, and the tight fabric gave her a wonderful feeling of restriction, reminding her of the corsets she wore at Colonel Mason’s. The dress made her feel more naked than if she wore nothing at all. It not only made no effort to cover, it positively displayed, offered and drew attention to her breasts, buttocks and naked, smooth sex. She loved it.

“This all fits absolutely perfectly, how did they get it so right?” she asked Elizabeth.

“Weren’t you taken to Jane’s to be measured? All the stuff that’s made for you will fit perfectly. Brilliant isn’t it?” Kate was impressed and could see the purpose of the detail they went into.

As they dressed, other women started to appear and go through the same routine of preparing themselves for use. Kate noticed their lack of inhibition as the women dressed and groomed themselves in front of each other. She whispered it to Elizabeth who informed her that before long she would do more than just see the private parts of all these women. The whole experience struck Kate as unreal. Those women, who probably ranged from twenty to mid-forties, were all so polite, attractive, and well-spoken so…well…typical. As they dressed they chatted about what kind of day they’d had, their husbands and their jobs. Yet they were all there of their own free will to be used for sex and to be degraded and humiliated. She envied one young girl, not for her slim, gorgeous body but her good fortune in finding an avenue for her submissive pleasure so early in life. Kate regretted her wasted years.

As the preparations came to a close, Mrs. Banks appeared. The ladies stood in a line almost like a military inspection. Most received her approval, others, like Kate, were told to apply heavier make-up.

“We’re to help with serving the evening meal in the dining area,” Elizabeth told her, “come on it’s through here.”

As soon as they entered the main rooms of the club Kate was shocked. Her expectations were formulated on the wording–member’s club. She pictured an old butler in pinstriped trousers and tails serving brandy to an old timer with a big moustache, sitting by a fire. The room would be dark and quiet, the wood panelling and heavy curtains, absorbing the whispered voices. The reality destroyed her imaginings in an instant.

The tall rooms kept the industrial look of the buildings former use–old, pointed redbrick, white painted wooden floors and exposed ornate cast iron columns. The fittings were in modern materials and colours, brown leather sofas, scrubbed wooden stools and bleached pine tables. The stainless steel bar and kitchen areas were picked out with subtle coloured lighting all very classy and reminiscent of an upmarket restaurant.

In the centre of the far wall-her hands tied to rings in the wall above her head-stood a young naked girl. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“What’s the girl doing there?” Kate whispered to Elizabeth.

“She’s to be punished later. Her master sends her here to be dealt with when he feels she deserves it. Nothing like that takes place in the dining rooms but those to be punished are put on display to let everybody know there’s to be a show. When the meals are finished she’ll be taken through to the lounge to be dealt with.”

“But she’s crying, is she alright with this?”

“If it wasn’t consensual she wouldn’t be here, she knows what’s coming and it’s not her first time.”

Waiting on the tables didn’t come easily to Kate, not that she was in any way snobby about it, she’d just had no experience. She was more used to being the one sat at the table in her evening dress, next to Richard in his suit. She had to remember what people had ordered, let the bar staff know what to add to the table’s bill, carefully carry a tray of drinks without spilling and all while being groped and fondled. One couple spent a long time debating over the wine list. While the man used his finger to roughly probe her smaller opening, the woman toyed with her clit, nearly making her loose control. The regular customers knew it was her first night and seemed willing to check out the new offering.

As the proceedings drew to a close in the dining area Mrs. Banks told her to leave the rest to the hired staff and go through to the lounge. Similarly appointed and just as impressive, the lounge areas were obviously where the main events took place. Large, ornately decorated rugs covered the floor providing a much softer look and a more practical surface. Mid-way along the main wall stood a low, raised platform. The heavy wood and leather furniture left Kate with little doubt as to its use. To her left Kate saw Elizabeth, bent forward over a low table being taken from behind. She saw other slaves carrying trays of drinks, performing oral sex or being spanked. Some were sitting with members casually chatting or being groped. Kate was surprised at how quickly she became acclimatised and accepted it as typical behaviour.

During the evening the unfortunate girl from the dining room was taken to the platform, tied between two wooden posts and severely beaten. The punishment seemed to arouse the members, both men and women who took a renewed interest in the available slaves, making repeated use of the openings on offer.

Kate took her distribute of the attention, having all three holes violated at the will of whoever demanded their use. It was during one such use, kneeling on the floor, backside high in the air and being roughly taken that the sight of Richard standing in the doorway brought her back to reality. How long he’d been watching she had no idea. She knew he’d be picking her up but had given no consideration to the fact that he would go in and see her like that. How would he react? She waited nervously, holding eye contact. He smiled, and winked, then continued talking to another member.

“Is she your partner?” he asked.

“She’s my wife actually,” Richard told him.

“Well you’re lucky then, she’s quite a find.”

Richard knew he was lucky. Looking over to her he wondered how sexy she was in her short dress, her long slim legs on display. Earlier that evening they’d cooked and cleared away together, and later, there she was the whore for whoever desired her. She had the ability to change from perfect wife to group slave just like that. He could see the fluids running down her legs.

“Do you enjoy her being a slave, seeing her being used like this?”

“Yes I do, very much so.”

“Then you’re both lucky.”

Kate had no idea how she’d managed to marry the perfect husband. She continued to smile to herself as the person behind her frantically worked at her sore opening. She watched Richard sitting on one of the sofas, chatting to the other member as he casually observed his wife being crudely mauled by the uncaring person, and she knew he was loving it.

When the club closed, the women changed back into their own clothes and once again–to the outside world–became respectable members of society.

During the ride home Kate told him all about the club and what her duties were, relaying what had happened to the young girl.

“It was a real shock looking up and seeing you there, watching me. I didn’t know what you’d think.”

“I think in this business we both need to be capable of dealing with shocks and accepting of each other’s behaviour.”

“And you have been-accepting I mean, and I love you for it. You’re the special one not me. I suppose I’m being selfish, but you, your only decision is whether to put up with seeing me like that. You don’t choose to do things that I might object to.”

“Well, that’s true so far, but I could do.”

“Could do what?”

“Choose to do something you weren’t happy about.”

“Richard, I love you doing things to me, and making me do things, you couldn’t upset me.”

“But that’s the point; it might not be with you.”

“What do you mean, who would it be with?”

“You haven’t thought this through have you? I was there to tonight because, as the partner of a group slave I have automatic membership. I could have used any of those women in the same way that you were being used.”

The halt in the conversation seemed to last forever as Kate’s brain processed what he’d said. It was true; she hadn’t for one moment considered those implications.

“I hadn’t even thought of that, I’ve been too busy thinking of me and my needs. You’re right; they’re all available to you, aren’t they, just the same as anyone else.”