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It was around six o’clock when I returned to the cellar to release her. As I unfastened the chains that held her she slid to the floor, her limbs weak at being chained in place for so long. She grasped at my legs and pleaded with me to forgive her.
“My forgiveness is not needed,” I said. “It is sufficient that you have learned. But please now dress. We have a guest for dinner.”
“You wish me to wait at table?”
“No, not tonight. I have arranged for a simple buffet. You do not need to appear as the housemaid, you shall be the hostess alongside me.”
Nicola smiled and thanked me. It was half an hour later that she joined me, corseted and in her long hobbling skirt and high necked blouse, in the parlour. She had dressed her hair so that it was piled high upon her head. Together with the way that her collar forced her head up, it gave her an almost regal posture.
The door bell rang. I nodded for Nicola to answer it. As the heavy wooden door swung open to reveal the smiling face of Horatia, Nicola hesitated for only a moment. I had been uncertain as to whether she would be able to conquer her anger or not but she did so. “Why. Mrs Allenby,” she greeted Horatia, “do come in. Won’t you join us?”
Horatia returned Nicola’s greeting graciously, although with a moment’s hesitation. I saw her bite her lip. Then she came to join both of us in the parlour.
“You will take a glass of wine, I am sure,” urged Nicola, by way of starting the proceedings. Horatia, never one to resist the fruits of the vine I am afraid to say, happily agreed and willingly accepted a glass of Hock. “I hope that you have had both a pleasant and productive afternoon.”
Horatia looked at me with an air of puzzlement. She had witnessed Nicola’s anger earlier and had been certain that her arrival would have been the cause of further friction between the two women.
“I understand that you met with my husband this afternoon. I have not seen him for several weeks, he is well I hope.” Nicola’s manner was calm. I was impressed by what was either her self control or her acceptance of the necessity of Horatia’s visit.
“Quite well,” Horatia averred. “And he asked that I should communicate his best concerns and love for you.”
“Was this before during or after he was ploughing your sexual clefts?” I interjected in an attempt to see whether this air of calm conversation could be disturbed. The lack of response conformed that both women had determined independently not to be drawn by any coarseness I might be inclined to introduce.
Horatia shook her head.
“I am sure that is quite irrelevant, Sir, if I may be so bold,” Nicola responded politely, “although if Mrs Allenby here wishes to answer I for one would be happy to hear any news of my husband, even that which relates to the amusements you have instructed Mrs Allenby to provide.”
“Please call me Horatia, dear,” our guest replied. “I am, of course happy to answer you, Mrs James.”
“Nicola, please. It’s Nicola.”
“Well then Nicola, with our host’s permission,” I waved a hand for her to continue, “and perhaps another glass?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Nicola poured another glass for Horatia, though I noticed that her own glass was as yet barely touched. “And perhaps some food? There is an excellent poached salmon and some fine potato salad.”
Horatia, always happy to succumb to the pleasures of the table, took a plate of food. Nicola joined her. I sat listening to the two women talking as they ate, ignoring the fact that I had chosen not to eat.
“He has been much distressed by your absence, Nicola, dear,” Horatia began and I fear he has been suppressing those urges which we know all men are prey to.”
“But were you able to help him with them? Is he now calmer?”
“He was most reluctant. Most concerned. In your absence he found it difficult to be as ardent as his situation most certainly required. However, with effort and some reassurance from myself that our mutual host felt it was by far the best course of action I was able to assist him yes.”
“Arse, mouth and cunt?” I enquired still anxious to see if I could cause a ripple in this good-humoured chat. “Or perhaps cradled in that substantial cleavage of yours?”
Both women looked at me for a moment, shook their heads, and returned to their discussions.
“I have always found Meriel to be somewhat conventional in his expectations of the marriage bed,” Nicola began with surprising candour.
“That was my experience too,” Horatia responded.”He is not a man for acrobatic amusements but he is a considerate and attentive companion between the sheets. You are a lucky woman indeed.”
“Well, thank you, Horatia I know that to be so but it is always good to be reassured on these matters. More salmon perhaps? Or some desert? A crème caramel would follow well, I think.”
“That sounds delightful. Nicola, I can’t tell you how pleased I am to make your acquaintance and what a pleasant evening this is turning out to be. I will take some desert, and another glass of the Hock too if I may.”
Nicola served Horatia with another glass of the wine. As far as I was concerned she had demonstrated that she could, as a result of her experiences, now be the perfect hostess in any circumstance that life was to throw at her.
There was little need to continue with the evening’s proceedings. “Would you excuse Mrs James and myself for a moment,” I said and led Nicola out into the hall.
“You have done well this evening,” I said.
Nicola let the briefest of scowls pass across her face. “I am not proud of myself, except in as much as I was able to maintain my self control,” she responded. “I think you placed our guest in a very difficult position.”
I nodded. “You are right of course. And now I must do the same for you.” Nicola gave me a puzzled look but I gripped her by the arm tightly and pulled her into the kitchen. I had my own plans for the rest of the evening with Horatia and Nicola was not a part of them. I sat her in one of the high backed wooden chair and, using cords that were kept there for tying bundles of vegetables bound her wrists and ankles and tied her to the chair. She struggled more against these simple bonds than she had against the more elaborate confections of rope and leather that I had used on her before and her attempts to break free were not lessened as I pushed a kitchen cloth between her lips as a gag.
It was tempting to stay and watch her struggle, her breasts raising and falling beneath the fine cotton of her blouse, but my desire for Horatia called.
I took her on the couch in the parlour amid the debris of the meal, her dress up above her thighs, her knees drawn up. Her cries of passion could be heard throughout the house, certainly in the kitchen where I imagined Nicola still struggling in her chair. With the vigour of our coupling, the table carrying the buffet was unfortunately over turned.
After she had gone, I surveyed the debris. It would make an arduous task for the maid. Nicola would be hard at work cleaning it up in the morning but for the time being I released her from her kitchen bondage and returned her, naked, to her cage for the night. She, evidently fully aware of the amusements that I had taken with the woman who only hours before had been pleasuring her husband, said nothing even with her gag removed, preferring to keep her own council.
© Freddie Clegg 2011
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