Caroline's Realm

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

Part VI – Caroline’s Realm

 

The morning of the ball dawned crisp and clear. Harriet could hear the excited voices of the servants as she followed her usual routine morning routine. It almost disturbed her at how blasé she was about her continual nakedness and near constant arousal.

 

Right now, she was more concerned about the evening’s event. Her cousin had not mentioned anything about the affair to her. Harriet was growing increasingly concerned about her role and even more so about what she would be allowed to wear.

 

Mr. Chambers had delivered the last of the specialty crafted leather yesterday but she had been given nothing further to put on. In fact, the boxes had sat unopened in a corner of the parlor all day.

 

Several times, while she was on her knees after servicing her cousin, Harriet had come close to asking about them. She’d managed to contain herself so far but her eyes were constantly drawn in their direction.

 

“Looking for something, pet?”

 

Harriet glanced guiltily up into Caroline’s eyes. “My apologies, ma’am.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

 

“Why are you apologizing?”

 

“Because I was distracted.”

 

“I guess that you’re really looking forward to finding out their secrets, right?”

 

Harriet was not sure exactly how to answer her.

 

Caroline stood up and pulled a small dagger from a sheath on her thigh.  She grinned when Harriet audibly gulped.

 

“Oh, this is just to cut the twine on the package.” Caroline crossed the room over to the box and snapped her fingers once.

 

Harriet quickly crawled over to join her. She peered over the edge of the box and saw lots of leather straps.

 

“Give me your right paw.”

 

Harriet cocked her head quizzically. She held out her right hand and received a quick smile from Caroline.

 

“Good.” Caroline put a strange sort of glove on her hand. When she finished with both hands, she sat back and watched Harriet examine them.

 

The gloves had no fingers and the leather itself was very tough, especially on the bottom. With the wrists buckled, Harriet had lost the use of her fingers. She looked up into Caroline’s happy face.

 

“I see that you need a little more help before you understand how you’ll be presented at tonight’s event,” Caroline said. She took out a handful of straps and set them out according to length.

 

Without another word, she began to bend and shape Harriet into the shape of a dog. After pads were put on her knees, she strapped Harriet’s lower legs to her thighs. Then, she tied Harriet’s big toes together across her buttocks. She even attached Harriet’s wrists to her legs.

 

Finally, Caroline was done. She stood for a moment admiring her creation. “There is something missing,” she mused. With an “Aaha!” she went to her desk and pulled out another bit of leather.

 

She held the inch wide piece of black down near Harriet’s nose. “Now, Harriet. Most people would have a big, elaborate ritual when they offer the collar. However, you haven’t completed all your training and so, technically, this is only a temporary collaring.” She leaned down and took Harriet’s chin in her hand. “I expect good things of you. Don’t fail me now.”

 

Harriet shook her head. “I won’t, ma’am. I swear.”

 

“Thank you for your reassurance. You are a dog now, though.  I don’t expect to hear any human noises from you until this costume is removed. Understand?”

 

Harriet nodded and, then seeing the raised eyebrow, she barked.

 

“Very nice,” Caroline said as she petted her. She buckled on the collar and felt a certain rightness to her action. She thought that sometime soon, Harriet would be able to earn one. She certainly seemed to be falling naturally into her role.

 

Clipping on the leash, she saw Harriet shiver delicately.  Her cousin was reveling in each further act of submission. As a reward, Caroline used her fingernails to scratch the back of Harriet’s neck.

 

For the next hour, Harriet was put through her paces until she could act like a dog. A very obedient dog who responded instantly to hand and voice commands to sit, beg, heel and fetch. She did this all on her hands and knees.

 

She was fed a light lunch of roasted meats and vegetables from a bowl on the floor. She was also given water to drink in another bowl. As she made a mess of her meal and her face, Caroline laughed and told her that they would go back to hand feeding as soon as she learned to eat properly.

 

Martha wiped her off and handed her leash to Jenny to take her for a walk. Harriet balked when Jenny tried to lead her onto the short grass near the garden.

 

“Miss Harriet, I know we got off on the wrong foot and I’m sorry,” Jenny said. “I was wrong to abuse you. Please forgive me.”

 

Harriet nuzzled Jenny’s hand.

 

“Oh, thank you. Miss, you have to listen to me now. They expect you to relieve yourself out here. You don’t want to miss this opportunity and have an accident in the house later. Trust me on this.”

 

Harriet looked into the sad eyes and, then dropped her head. She wandered onto the grass and, after a moment of pacing around, squatted uncomfortably. She had to close her eyes and think about rivers and waterfalls before her muscles relaxed enough for her pass water.

 

“Good girl,” Jenny praised her. She led her over to the hose and gently wiped Harriet between her legs. “There you go. Now, back inside. Try and find me if you need to go out again later.”

 

Harriet licked Jenny’s hand and followed the young maid back into the house. She was happy when Jenny returned her to Caroline.

 

“Was she a good girl?” asked Caroline.

 

“Yes, My Lady.”

 

“Thank you for walking her. I do appreciate your new attitude.” Caroline winked at the maid before bending down to stroke down the length of Harriet’s back. She smirked at the shivered response under her fingers and from the maid standing beside her.  “I think someone is liking this very much.”

 

Jenny stammered, “Yes, My Lady.” She then blushed when she realized that Caroline had been addressing her comment to Harriet.

 

“My, my. I think it may be time for me to get to know you better.”

 

Nearly swooning that she would be able to serve her Mistress, Jenny curtseyed deeply. “Oh, thank you, My Lady.”

 

“Go on, then. I’m sure you’ve got other things to do.” Caroline watched the pert behind of the maid as she made her way out of the room.

 

“You’re taking very well to your new role, pet. If I did not know any better, I’d think your aptitude as a doggie suits you.”

 

Even if she had been allowed a verbal response, Harriet did not know if she could articulate how, as a dog, she found it easier to accept the petty humiliations. It was almost as if she responded like a simple animal because she was one. Dogs weren’t embarrassed and she shouldn’t be either.

 

The day wore on and everyone in the house seemed to be working themselves into a frenzy. Everyone but Harriet who had no other task but to be a faithful companion to her owner. She was even able to nap at Caroline’s feet for a brief period.

 

Finally, it was time. Collared and leashed, Harriet sat at Caroline’s heels as she stood on the receiving line. While most of the guests were in fancy dress, there were a number wearing collars and in various stages of dishabille.

 

Harriet worked on keeping her eyes down and her ears open. The looks in the eyes of Caroline’s guests was terrifying. She could see them calculating the possible uses of her flesh and none of the answers boded well for her.

 

“She’s your cousin? How divine,” cooed a small woman. “I had to go with a savage, as none of my relations is nearly as pretty as yours.” She glanced at the Nubian beauty standing two paces behind her. “I was so lucky when Freddy brought her back for me.”

 

“Oh, where was she captured, Lady Mallory?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Does she speak English?”

 

Lady Mallory twittered. “She understands it. I don’t see any reason to allow her to mangle it, though. Her eyes speak volumes, though.”

 

“How about yours? Is your puppy housebroken?” she asked Caroline.

 

“We’ll see.” Caroline glanced down. “Pet, greet my guest.”

 

Harriet cocked her head in confusion. She did not know how she was supposed to greet someone when she was not allowed to speak. Whining softly, she gazed up at her cousin.

 

Shaking her leash, Caroline tsked. “How do dogs act when they meet new people?”

 

Harriet thought for a moment and then crawled forward. She pushed her face into the apex of Lady Mallory’s legs and sniffed. Backing up, she looked anxiously up at Caroline.

 

“Good. Now, how do dogs greet another animal?”

 

Harriet swallowed before crawling around behind Lady Mallory’s slave. She sniffed delicately near the firm buttocks.

 

“You can do better than that. Really root around in there, girl,” Lady Mallory called loudly.

 

Squirming her nose between the flanks of the ebony skinned beauty, Harriet took several deep breaths of the musky scent. A short tug on her collar brought her head up.

 

“Well done, bitch. Go back to your owner.”

 

Obediently, Harriet moved back to the relative protection of Caroline’s presence. She felt slightly queasy and it wasn’t until she felt the gentle touch of her cousin’s fingers through her hair that she was able to calm her pounding heart.

 

Instinctively, she rubbed her cheek against Caroline’s leg. This physical contact between her and her owner was enough to help her regain her equilibrium. She still wasn’t entirely enjoying being an object and plaything but she would do what she had to in order to please her cousin.

 

Soon after the last arrival, the musicians began playing. Caroline wandered the room, speaking to each of her guests and sipping from her quickly refilled glass of champagne.

 

After a couple of hours, her leash was handed to Maximilian and she was led up to her room. Waiting in the room was Sarah, who quickly unbuckled everything and allowed Harriet to stand up for the first time in twelve hours.

 

“Do you need to relieve yourself?”

 

Harriet nodded. She didn’t know if she was allowed to talk yet.

 

She was sent into the bathroom to do her business and then returned to stand before the maid to await her next order.

 

“Here.” Sarah handed her a blood red leather half corset.  It covered from her hips to the underside of her breasts. “Put this on.”

 

Harriet wiggled and shimmied her way into the tight costume and stood still while Sarah made it even tighter.  She was then directed to pull on a pair of silk stockings and attach them to the garter straps hanging from the front and back of the corset. Sarah made sure that her seams were straight and then picked up the leash.

 

Sarah pulled her back downstairs and handed the leash to Maximilian the next time he passed near the open door to the ballroom. She was really struggling to remember how to walk in heels and it didn’t help that he hardly looked to make see that she kept up when he pulled her through the crowd toward the bright center.

 

Things had changed greatly.  Chairs had been brought in and the women in the center of the crowd were all comfortably arranged in a circle. The number of guests was down significantly from before. Most of those left had slaves kneeling or standing beside them.

 

Caroline smiled as she received the leash. “Thank you, Max. Would you like a sip of bubbly, my dear?”

 

Nodding gratefully, Harriet took a sip from her cousin’s glass. At the raised eyebrow, she curtsied and then lowered herself to her knees.

 

“She’s very beautiful,” said one of the guests.

 

Another added, “Yes, it was hard to tell as a dog but she is quite a bonny lass.”

 

“Why, thank you. She needed a lot of help when she arrived in my household but, with effort, she’s managed to turned out well.”

 

“You do have a way with the making of sluts, Lady Caroline.”

 

“I can but work with what I’m given.” Caroline smiled depreciatively.

 

“Will she perform for us?”

 

Harriet’s head snapped up to catch the eye of the questioner. Lady Mallory looked particularly cruel in the soft light with her fist full of dark skin.

 

“If she knows what’s best,” Caroline answered confidently. “Have we got suggestions?”

 

Lady Mallory released the breast she had been groping and gave her slave a shove. The African beauty fell to her face and quickly turned to lavish attention on her owner’s tiny shoes.

 

“Have her pleasure this.”

 

Harriet looked across the circle in shock. Surely, they couldn’t be serious. How dare they think she would rut with a commoner and foreigner at that? She sniffed at the very idea and waited for Caroline to set everything to right.

 

Caroline’s words were like a dash ice water.

 

“Excellent idea, my dear. Would you have them both naked?”

 

Harriet could not help the small gasp that escaped her lips. When Caroline turned to face her, Harriet shook her head.

 

“No.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Please, ma’am. You can’t ask that of me.”

 

“I can ask anything of you. Now be silent and obedient.”

 

“No. I won’t do it.”

 

Caroline’s voice was icy when she spoke. “You dare say you won’t to me?” she asked.

 

“Ma’am, I’m begging you.”

 

“Enough. We’ll deal with your defiance later. Right now, you will crawl on your belly to the center of circle and do your damndest to bring that slave off before you cum yourself.”

 

Harriet was trembling as she considered the consequences. Her voice quavered as she shook her head. “No, ma’am. I won’t service a slave.”

 

For the space of two breaths, Caroline was silent as she stared at her disobedient cousin. Raising one hand, she snapped her fingers for Maximilian.

 

“Take her upstairs. I’ll be up later.”

 

Caroline did not even turn to see if her order was carried out. Instead, she raised her voice to speak to the entire room. “I apologize for the interruption. I’m afraid I over estimated how well the training had been going.”

 

“Don’t worry, dear,” Lady Mallory simpered. “Whoever would have guessed that she had the spine to mutiny?”

 

“Well, the Queen’s navy has a single response for that crime and I’m in complete agreement with it.” Caroline laughed, shortly. “Now, who else would like to take Lady Mallory up on her offer of the use of her slave?”

 

Harriet heard nothing else as she scurried after Max. He had a tight grip on the leash and her neck quickly ached from the uncomfortable angle that she had to walk to keep up with him.

 

“Idiot, girl.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said that you’re an idiot.” Max shook his head in disgust. “If you don’t have a death wish, you’d do well to do everything in your power to erase your recent actions from her mind.”

 

“But…”

 

“No buts. Only your total obedience will put you back in her good graces.”

 

Harriet was silent for the rest of the trip upstairs. She only nodded when Max pointed at a spot on the carpet and told her to stand there.

 

“Don’t move until you’re told otherwise. Her Ladyship will be up here when she pleases and she’ll deal with you then.”

 

Alone in the dark room, Harriet had plenty of time to regret her refusal. She was still astounded that her cousin would put her in such a degrading position. She had never been asked to pleasure any of the servants in the house; how could anyone expect her to do so to a slave?

 

She was stiff from standing in the same position when the door to the bedroom creaked open. Her heart sped up as she watched her cousin enter the room.

           

“You know I was waiting for a spark of rebellion.” Caroline said coolly. She stalked into the room and slowly pulled off her gloves, one finger at a time. “I just hadn’t considered the possibility that you would have the audacity to embarrass me in front of my guests.”

 

Harriet wanted to plead that Caroline’s embarrassment was nothing to her own but knew that she was in enough trouble.

 

“You obviously are under the mistaken impression that you have some sort of say over the use your body it put to. You are wrong.  I own you. Nothing happens to your body but what I choose!” Caroline’s voice had been rising while she had been speaking. She was shouting by the last word.

 

Harriet trembled.  She had never been so afraid.

 

Caroline snatched up a rattan cane and tapped it against the side of her boots as she prowled the room. She knew that she needed to calm down. Discipline needed to be done with cool head. She did not want to risk doing serious damage to her property in her anger.

 

After taking several deep breaths, she shook out her hands. Walking to the bed, she took a couple of practice swings and grimaced at the small cloud of dust. However, that was something that would have to be addressed at another time. She had something else to tend to at the moment. 

 

Caroline took another cleansing breath. Whirling to face Harriet, she ordered, “On your knees.”

 

Harriet dropped like a stone.

 

“I am very disappointed, Harriet,” she said. “Your behavior is a reflection on me and tonight, it was very poor showing.”

 

Without a further word, she laid ten strokes against Harriet’s ass and upper thighs.

 

Harriet was sobbing by the second blow and could hardly breathe through the pain by the fifth. She fell forward catching herself on her hands as the rest of the blows fell on her quivering flesh.

 

Finished for the moment, Caroline stalked around to stand before Harriet’s bowed head. She carefully set the cane down on the floor in front of her cousin. Caroline grabbed hold of Harriet’s hair and wrenched her head up.

 

“I’m going back to the party. You’ll stay here and reflect on your actions this evening and your level of remorse.  You are not to move one, single, solitary millimeter.” She reached down and tapped the cane. “Keep your eyes here. When I return, you will ask me for the rest of your punishment. If I find it sincere, I’ll accept it.”

 

Rising to her feet, Caroline whispered, “If you give me reason to doubt the genuineness of your repentance, you’ll face more than a few love taps.”

 

Harriet sobbed and her tears fell, unchecked, onto the carpet. She did not date lift her arm to wipe her eyes. As the time passed, she felt horrified at her refusal and was terrified that Caroline might find it a sufficient reason to turn her out of the house.

 

When Caroline finally returned, Harriet fell abjectly onto her belly and slobbered over her shoes. “Please, ma’am,” she cried. “I’m so very sorry.”

 

“I knew you were sorry the day you walked into my home. Now, what do you think your behavior has earned?”

 

“I’ll take anything, ma’am. Do whatever you want to me. I deserve it all.”

 

“Very prettily said but I want numbers. What would be sufficient?”

 

Harriet knew that the blows from earlier had already come up in bruises. She really did not want to experience the cane again but knew that her suffering was necessary.

 

“Ma’am, I think that fifty blows would be a start.”

 

Caroline was surprised. “Fifty? Do you really think you can stay still for that many? Because I won’t allow you the benefit of restraint for this punishment.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. If it pleases you, I can take it.”

 

“All right. Prepare yourself.” Caroline retrieved the cane and surveyed her target. She would only have asked for fifteen more strokes but she knew that the receiving of the full amount would be necessary for both of them to move forward past this incident.

 

A strict but not cruel Mistress, she only hesitated for another moment before she began to methodically carry out the punishment. On the count of twenty Harriet fell to her belly but she was able to get back into position before Caroline could chide her. The rest of the strokes were finished with the smack of wood on flesh nearly overwhelmed by wails of pain.

 

Caroline left Harriet sobbing on the floor while she fetched a dampened cloth from the bathroom. “Wipe your face. We’re not done yet.”

 

She gave Harriet time to regain her composure. When the hiccups had lessened, she tossed a blindfold onto the floor. “Put that on.”

 

Harriet sniffed back her tears and slid the soft cloth over her swollen eyes.

 

“Open your mouth.”

 

Blindly, Harriet obeyed. She nearly choked when something was shoved into her mouth. She started to suck on the three-inch projection as Caroline buckled a harness behind her head.

 

“Back on all fours.”

 

Harriet could sense Caroline moving around her. She startled when something cool was dripped on crack in her ass.  She tried to relax as a plug was inserted into her anus. She nearly cried in abandonment as she felt Caroline move away from her.

 

For a long time, she was left there in the dark with a throbbing of her backside and things penetrating in her butt and her mouth. It gave her a lot of comfort to suck on the plug.

 

Harriet felt Caroline moving behind her and she tried not to tense. She could not help but squeal into the gag when she felt something slamming into her cunt.

 

Holding herself still after burying her phallus into Harriet, Caroline pressed against Harriet’s bruised buttocks. Leaning across Harriet’s back, Caroline whispered,  “You are completely filled. I’ve taken away your sight so nothing can distract you. I have filled all your holes.”

 

Caroline withdrew slightly and then drove back in to the hilt. “I’m going to fuck you now and I will continue to fuck you until you recognize what you are.”

 

She put deed to word. Caroline continued to speak in a low voice as she thrust in and out. “You are my slut. You exist solely for my pleasure.”

 

As she pounded into Harriet, she kept talking. “There will be nothing in your mind but my ownership of you. Your body is just for my use.”

 

Behind the blindfold, Harriet was seeing stars.

 

“Feel me filling you, taking you, using you.” Caroline’s voice and actions were relentless. “I’ve taken your voice from you because there is nothing for you say. You can’t even beg for more. All you can do is serve my pleasure. All you need is my use of you.”

 

Her thrusts increased in pace and her words seemed to drop directly into Harriet’s brain. “You are nothing and nothing exists but my pleasure. Dedicate yourself to my service, my pleasure.”

 

“Embrace your role. I can feel you cresting. As you cum, you’ll know the truth.” Caroline timed her final words with three deep thrusts. “You. Are. Mine.”

 

The gag muffled Harriet’s scream. Her entire body convulsed when the power of her orgasm washed over her. Her consciousness faded and she sprawled senseless on the floor.

 

She didn’t regain consciousness when Maximilian carried her to her bed. Nor did she awaken, when Caroline tenderly spread arnica oil over the mottled skin of her buttocks and upper thighs. She even slept through the kiss her cousin pressed to her lips and never heard the whispered, “Sweet dreams.”

 

It must have registered on a subconscious level, though, because Harriet enjoyed a remarkably blissful rest that night considering the trauma of the evening.