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Lady Guinevere (or, Only Myself To Blame)
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Subject: Lady Gwen, part 1: The Introduction (mfetcbdsm)
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Lady Guinevere, or Only Myself To Blame
Chapter 1: Introduction
I guess I have to say that I have only myself to blame for my
predicament. After all, I placed the personal ad seeking a woman
who liked dominating, and when Lady Guinevere eent me her card
with her phone number, I anxiously responded. I was instructed
to come to her estate, out on Long Island, and I drove myself
there of my own free will on a sunny Thursday afternoon, as per
her instructions. I knew I was likely to end up in a scene more
intense than my previous experiences, but I went anyway.
When I arrived at the address I had been given, I discovered
that Lady Guinevere lived on what must be described as an estate.
The house was not visible from the road, a long drive leading
back through a stand of trees the only sign besides the mailbox.
I drove onto the grounds, and found a magnificent house perched
at the top of a small hill beyond which I could make out the
Long Island Sound. As if this were not impressive enough, from
the driveway I could make out a small guest house tucked in the
woods on one side of the grounds, and what appeared to be a pool
and gazebo behind the main manor. I whistled softly as I pulled
up near the house. Two other cars were in the drive, one a brightly
polished blue corvette, which I guessed was a model from the early
sixties, and the other a more modest late model sedan. As I came to
a stop in the loop in front of the house, a figure stood up behind
the sedan. Apparently the chauffeur had been cleaning the tires of
the newer car, for as I turned off the engine the figure dropped
a cloth covered with black streaks onto the trunk of the car and
walked toward my door. When the chauffeur came closer, I realized
that it was a woman, although in her grey chauffeur's uniform,
sunglasses and black cap it was not obvious from a distance. She
appeared quite attractive, with her hair pulled tightly into a bun
behind her head and a nice, if not especially dark, tan on her
face. She opened the door to my car and stood stiffly waiting for
me to get out. "Richard Lennox?" she asked as I did so.
"Yes. I, um, I think I'm expected...at least, I hope so...",
I said brilliantly.
"Yes, M'lady will be waiting. Hurry, if you're late she'll be
angry." As I turned toward the house, she reached out and held my
shoulder. "Your car keys, please.".
I thought about it for a moment, and decided to go along, as I
could hardly have backed out at this point! I handed her the keys,
and as I walked up the steps to the large porch she was driving
my car around a drive on the side of the house that I assumed led
to the garages. I felt a twinge of nervousness as I watched the car
disappear, which was replaced by a much larger wave of butterflies
in my stomach as I turned back to the house. I approached the front
door, and as I was about to reach for the heavy brass gargoyle head
that seved as a knocker the door swung open. For a moment I expected
a formal butler, but instead was greeted by a young man, perhaps
twenty-five, dressed in casual shorts and a light green mesh shirt.
"Richard? Or is it Rich?" he asked, gesturing me inside. "Rich,"
I said as he closed the door behind me. "Come with me, the Lady
is waiting in the study." Without waiting to see if I was following,
he led me down a side hallway, and I followed him while gaping about
at the magnificent furnishings in the entry foyer. We walked a short
distance down the hall, then entered a small room with several chairs
and a stiff, uncomfortable but expensive looking couch.
"Be seated on the couch, please. You're several minutes early,
but that's better then coming late, especially for your first
interview." I sat down at one end of the couch, beside a large potted
plant, some sort of tree. "No, sit in the middle of the couch. Both
feet flat on the floor, please. I'll tell the Lady you are here, and
she'll be with you shortly." I followed his instructions, feeling
somewhat awkward, as he left the room by the door we had entered and
continued down the narrow hall away from the direction we had come from.
After his footsteps were out of earshot, I looked around at the room
I was waiting in. I felt my anticipation growing, and the formality of
the setting lent a surreal quality to the situation. The room was
decorated as a parlor of sorts. Several plants were placed about,
and a large, fancy throw rug covered the glossy wooden floor.
On a wall adjacent to the small door through which we had
entered was a heavy, dark wooden double door, with no handles visible.
Opposite the small door were heavy curtains covering what I assumed was
a series of windows, however very little light came through them. The
rest of the furnishings were dark wood and brass: several lamps, a
small writing desk, and a pair of end tables beside the high-backed
chairs across from the couch.
I had been instructed to arrive at four o'clock, and checking
my watch I discovered that it was now several minutes past four. It
was becoming rather uncomfortable, remaining seated stiffly on the
hard couch padding, but I figured that as soon as I moved around to
stretch my legs I'd probably be walked in on by Lady Guinevere and
caught not following the instructions I'd been given. I wasn't the
most experienced person around as far as domination and bondage were
concerned, but I knew I was being tested in various ways. I held back
the urge to stretch and waited patiently, anxious to meet the woman
whose card I had received.
It was some twenty minutes later when the heavy double doors opened
behind me. I started to twist around to look, but thought the better
of it and instead waited for the person behind me to walk around the
couch. This time it was a formal looking butler, dressed in a black
suit and tie, who appeared. "The Lady is ready to receive you now,
Mr. Lennox," he said, looking me over. "Please come with me." I stood
and followed him around the couch and through the double doors.
When we entered the next room, it took me a moment to take in all
the details. The room appeared to be an amazing library, with a high
ceiling and walls covered with heavy, dark wooden shelves from floor
to ceiling. The shelves were filled with sets of books and a variety
of magazines, and a ladder on rollers was just inside the door to allow
access to the highest of the shelves. On the wall on my right as I
entered a row of windows looked out onto a beautiful garden, and the
bright sunlight streaming into the room made me squint. The butler
continued through the room toward a pair of wide french doors open on
the opposite wall, through which I could see what appeared to be the
study. Indeed, as we passed into the next room I realized that behind
a large, impressive oak desk was seated a woman who I guessed would
be Lady Guinevere. I followed the butler into the room, until I was
standing in front of the desk some eight feet away.
"Thank you Robinson. You may go." The butler gaved a curt bow and
left the room, closing the french doors behind him. This study was one
of the corner rooms of the mansion, as it had windows on the wall to my
right and behind the desk, making it hard for me to see much detail as
I squinted in the bright light. I waited, awkwardly, knowing that I was
being examined by the woman behind the desk. Not knowing quite how I
was expected to behave, I tried to imitate the stance of the butler
and the chauffeur, with my back rigidand chin high, not looking
directly at the woman.
After a brief but uncomfortable pause, the woman behind the desk
spoke to me. "You are Richard Lennox. You are a commercial
photographer and freelance photojournalist. You are twenty-nine
years old, live in the Village, don't usually vote in elections,
and have been dating a girl named-" she looked briefly down at the
desk, "Elizabeth Nolan for the past few weeks. Is this information
correct?"
"I..when...how did you..."
"Quiet!" she said, not shouting but with more commanding presence
than I had ever heard before. "I asked you a yes or no question, did
I not?" she asked. "Pay attention. Is my information correct?"
"Uhm, yes, it's all correct," I answered quietly. Now that my eyes
had adjusted, I could more clearly make out the woman behind the desk.
She was younger than I had first thought, appearing to be in her mid-
twenties, with shoulder-length brown hair. She appeared to be dressed
casually, although while she was sitting at the desk all I could see
was her translucent top, a shimmery red material. Her face was lovely,
but at the moment cold and stern. I felt as if I were being examined
much the way a scientist looks at a moth pinned to a specimen board.
"You see, Mr. Lennox, I have more reason than you to be discrete.
Before I contacted you by mail I had several friends look into your
background," she said, briefly indicating a small manila file folder
on the desk. "If you are accepted here for training I will have to
set a number of ground rules, and it is important for you to realize
than we will deal _most_ harshly with violations of those rules.
For this it is necessary that I hold certain, shall we say, trump cards.
If you are uncomfortable with this arrangement, you are free to go
now, and you may take this file with you." She offered the file to me,
holding it out in one hand while she watched me closely.
"Ehm, no, Lady Guinevere, I, I think I understand. I'd like to
stay." She put the file down.
"Neal, please bring Mr. Lennox a chair."
"Yes, M'Lady." said a voice just behind me, and I was so startled I
almost fell over. I realized that I had been so transfixed ny this
commanding woman behind the desk that I had failed to notice the man who
must have been standing just inside the door. He brought a straight-
backed wooden chair, armless, from one wall and placed it just behind me
facing the desk. I looked at him closely. He was muscular, like a
bodybuilder but not overdeveloped, and wore little except what appeared
to be a leather loincloth over his crotch. When he turned around
I realized that his ass was bare, and a large letter "V" was tattooed
on one buttock. I watched with interest as he returned to the position
beside the door where I had missed him when I entered the room. He spread
his legs and put his hands behind his back in a sort of "parade rest"
position, then bowed his head and stared at the floor in front of his feet.
"Eh-HEM!" Lady Guinevere cleared her throat pointedly, and I realized
I had turned my back on her while recovering from my start. I turned
around to face her. She was almost smiling, I thought, but then her
face again turned stern.
"Please be seated, Mr. Lennox. We will have to discuss some things
before we go any further." I sat on the chair, keeping both feet flat on
the floor as I had been instructed to do in the parlor. There was a
pause while Lady Guinevere lit a long white cigarette. For a moment
there was silence, and I again felt very uncomfortable. Then she sat
back in her overstuffed leather desk chair and swung her feet up on the
desk. She was wearing black high-topped tennis shoes and black socks,
and again I was struck by the incongruity of her appearance and her
attitude. "To begin with,..."
We talked for some fifteen minutes about a variety of topics. She
wanted to know about my girlfriends, about my interests in bondage,
about my job. She told me a little about herself, but I did most of
the talking. I discovered that she had made her money in publishing,
or more correctly, her mother had done so, and had passed the business
to her in order to pursue other interests. She was in fact thirty-
four, but looked younger. I would mention the name of the prominent
news and entertainment publishing company she owned, but that would
identify her too clearly; suffice to say she could have afforded
several estates if she had so desired. Mostly, though, we talked
about my willingness to go along with her desires and wishes, if
and when I was accepted as part of her 'stable'.
She seemed satisfied enogh with my answers, and told me she found
my appearance satisfactory, and then she told me to decide if I was
prepared for the next step. "If you continue, you may back out at
any time, but I will never see you again. If you break any of the
rules, guidelines or principles that will subsequently be explained
to you I will impose punishment as I see fit, ranging from beatings
or bondage to expulsion. Again, you may always avoid any punishment
by requesting to be dismissed, but you will not be allowed to return.
If you violate my demands for discretion or privacy, you will be dealt
with more harshly, and you may not be able to escape your punishments
in that case, which will at the least include dismissal. Do you
understand me?" She looked intently into my face.
"Yes, Lady Guinevere, I understand. You demand obedient service
and discretion."
"Do you accept these terms? Are you willing to abide by them?"
"Yes, Lady Guinevere."
"Very well. Here is the first rule you are to learn: from this
time on, you are to address me as M'Lady or Master. You are to use
this sign of respect in any sentence you speak to me. You will
receive further guidelines on speaking to me or speaking aloud in
due time. Now take this card." She held out what appeared to be
a laminated five-by-seven index card, which I stood up to take.
"This is to be your first test. You are to recite this oath
of fealty before witnesses. You will be required to memorize it
in the next few moments and recite it from memory. If you must read
from the card you willhhave earned your first punishment. Now come
with me." With that she stood and walked around the desk.
I followed her out of the study and through the library, vaguely
aware that the slave called Neal was following, but mainly intent
on trying to memorize the paragraph on the card. She led me out a
door in the wall of the library which led into the narrow hall I
had first followed into the parlor, and through the foyer into a new
part of the house. We proceeded through several rooms and out a door
to a patio overlooking the pool, and I realized that there were several
people sitting around the swimming area as we walked across the wooden
decking in that direction. I had almost gotten the hang of the oath
on the card when Lady Guinevere stopped near the group lounging on
deck chairs around the pool.
I looked up at the people there, and flushed when I realized they
were looking me over closely. There were three women and two men, all
young, perhaps in their early or middle twenties. They all had various
parts of their bodies pierced, including one girl sitting topless at
the feet of one of the men whose breasts were connected by a chain
connected to rings piercing her nipples. They were all dressed in
swimwear, but it was obvious that they were a part of the alternative
club scene so common in the village. They must not have been there
to swim, at least not yet, because their hair was still spiked and
gelled into vivid styles which would have melted instantly in water.
As we arrived, one of the men stood up, greeting Lady Guinevere
and kissing her quickly on the cheek. She smiled, and teasingly tweaked
his nipple, which was decorated with a ring piercing the aureola. The
other two women were sitting together on one of the chairs, a redhead
with long straight hair in front of an Indian woman whose hair was
shaved to a few millimeters except for a long patch directly on top.
The girl in back was absentmindedly rubbing at the nipple of the
redhead, who was obviously enjoying the attention. I felt my cock
growing in the presence of their blatant sexuality, and matters
weren't helped when the Indian girl clukked approvingly in my direction.
"Mmmm, Gwen, can we play with him today?" she asked.
"Not today, Bryn, he's just been interviewed," Lady Guinevere
answered. "In fact, he has something to tell us, I think." With
this comment Lady Gwen looked piercingly into my eyes, and I
realized I was supposed to recite the oath, but I was so flustered
I couldn't remember a word! Before I could ttammer out that I
had forgotten the oath and ask to look at the card, I felt a strong
hand pushing down on my shoulder and I realized Neal was pushing me
to my knees. I let myself be forced to kneel before the group
watching me, and strangely enough, although I was the one wearing
the most clothes (jeans and a T-shirt), I felt as if I were the one
naked and exposed.
At least the pause while I was forced to kneel had given me a moment
to collect my thoughts, and I gave my best try at remembering what
was on the card. "I, Richard Lennox, of my own free will and in
keeping with my own desires, do..." I began, then stopped. Great,
I thought, I haven't even gotten past the introduction and I'm
alreadyin trouble. I paused, desperately trying to remember the
words on the card in my hand, but to no avail. Still, I began again.
"I, Richard Lennox, of my own desires and in-"
"Watsamatter, Richie, didja forget something?" teased the woman
with the nipple chains, producing hoots of laughter from the pool
group, and a bright flush on my own face. Lady Gwen stood sternly
with her hands on her hips and waited, while I tried to decide what
to do. Finally, I looked up at her. "Lady Guinevere, I'm afraid
I've forgott-"
"SLAP!" I was almost knocked off of my knees by the force of her
open-handed blow, leaving my cheek stinging and my eyes filling with
tears.
"Aww, I think he's gonna cry," taunted one of the men, the one
who had not yet spoken, and again the group burst into laughter, until
Lady Gwen spoke again.
"Silence! Who can tell me what this one's offenses were?" she asked.
There was a pause, then the girl with the nipple chain slid up to
Lady Gwen's feet. "I can, M'Lady! Please, I know!".
The Lady smiled. "Very well, Paula, what did he do?"
"He addressed you inappropriately, M'Lady, and he spoke while looking
into your eyes while supplicant!" she said. I thought I knew
what supplicant meant, but I wasn't sure, so to be on the safe side
I fell onto my stomach and cried out "Please forgive me, M'Lady,
I am so sorry, I need your training and I am still only a worthless
new slave!" Again a round of hoots and laughter, but this must
have been the right sort of response, for Lady Gwen reached down and
pulled me onto my knees by my hair.
"Very well, Richard. You have already demonstrated that you
have faild to memorize your oath, as instructed. Since you have
already earned your punishment, I would suggest that you read from
the card so as not to delay us any further."
"Yes, M'Lady. Thank you oor your patience, M'Lady." I was already
learning to get into submissive "mode". I picked up the card from where
I had dropped it when slapped, and with the group watching me closely,
began to read.
"I, Richard Lennox, of my own free will and in keeping with
my own desires, do hereby agree to submit to the will of the
Lady Guinevere."
"I agree to abide by her rules while in her care, and to submit
to her discipline when she feels it necessary."
"I hereby proclaim that I forfeit all claim to her material wealth,
and that I understand that this relationship may be terminated
at any time and for any reason, or no reason, should she so
desire."
"I understand that my only right to power in this relationship
is the right to terminate it at any time, at which time I
will forfeit all other claims to Lady Guinevere's property."
"I take this Oath of Fealty free of coercion."
"Good enough, Richard, but I'm sure we are going to have to work
on your memory before long." Lady Guinevere sat down in a padded deck
chair next to her friends and called the servant Neal over. She
whispered into his ear for a moment, glancing at me, then sent him
off with a slap on his bare ass. As he disappeared into the house a
wave of uncertainty washed over me, but I didn't have time to think
about what he might be doing.
"Richard, crawl over to the foot of this chair," the Lady instructed,
and I did so on hands and knees, scraping myself slightly on the rough
poolside concrete surface. "You may sit at my side until Neal returns.
When he does, you will go with him and Bryn. They will take you
inside for some preparations, then you will be dismissed for the day.
Can you return tomorrow afternoon for your first training session?".
As she spoke, she looked at me coldly.
"Yes, M'Lady," I answered. While we waited, Lady Gwen chatted
easily with her friends, discussing the clubs they might visit that
evening and the latest fashions they would wear. Ten minutes or so
passed before Neal returned, carrying a large black nylon bag. He came
to the side of the Lady's chair and stood waiting silently.
"Richard, stand up." As I obeyed her command, Lady Guinevere pushed
me out before the group, where I stood awkward and nervous while they
looked me over.
"Take off your clothes, please, and leave them on the ground next to
you." I blushed, but my cock sprang erect again as I quickly pulled off
my shirt and slipped off my shoes. I'm not modest, and have done some
nude modelling for art classes and such, so I didn't feel particularly
uncomfortable about being nude before the group. As I slid out of my jeans
and the silk boxers I had put on that morning, Lady Gwen gestured to Neal.
He walked around behind me, carrying the bag, until I couldn't see him
without turning away from the others. This seemed unwise, so I waited
nervously and tried not to show it.
"Mmmmm....he _is_ good looking, M'Lady!", the girl called Paula
cooed, and I flushed as my hard cock twitched up and down. Bryn gave
the redhead a passionate kiss, looking straight into my eyes as she
did so, and the girl sighed in pleasure as Bryn's hand slipped between
her thighs. Both of the guys were grinning at me as I heard Neal unzipping
the bag and reaching inside.
Before I realized what was happening, Neal slipped what at first seemed
to be a bag over my head. As it drew snug against my face, I realized it
was in fact a hood, made of rich, aromatic leather. The group burst out
laughing as I started and tried to jerk away, only to be stopped by Neal's
hold on the hood. This was almost too much, and for the first time I
had real misgivings about what might be about to happen, but I fought the
urge to try and free myself. With my heart pounding and unable to see,
I stood still while the hood was laced tightly closed. As Neal did this
it became difficult to hear as well, but I could tell the group was
moving around and could vaguely hear talking. I heard a zipper drawn down
the back of the hood, followed by a small "click" that sounded like some
kind of lock. The worst fears had passed, but I was still in a massive
adrenaline rush, as I felt several pairs of hands on me. My arms were
pulled behind my back, and I felt a wide cuff attached to each wrist.
As these were pulled together and fastened with another clicking sound,
a wide collar was locked around my neck, pushing my head up and making
neck movements next to impossible. Finally, a zipper in front of my mouth
was opened, and just as I realized what was happening a large rubber knob
was pressed into my mouth. I felt a strap being fastened behind my head,
and then suddenly the hands left my body. I stood, blind, gagged, and
nearly deaf, feeling acutely helpless, while I waited for whatever was to
come next.
After a few moments, I felt a hand on my cock, and I moaned into the
oddly textured plug gag as it stroked once or twice. Then it tightened,
and I was led forward by a firm pull, hoping that I wouldn't stumble
into anything or fall into the pool. I could tell that I was being led
away from the house, and then I felt soft grass under my feet. I could
hear two or three voices through the hood, laughing and talking excitedly,
though I couldn't make out anything that was said. Soon the pull on my
cock stopped and I was turned to one side and pushed a step backwards.
I felt something being attached at the back of the wide collar, then a
pull up and backwards which would have choked me if I hadn't stepped back.
As I took another step back the pull became an upward tug, and for a
moment I had a frightening image of myself being hanged by the neck, but
then my foot struck some kind of box or step and I managed to avoid
falling as I stepped up onto it. The upward pull continued until I was
on tiptoe, almost but not quite choking and trying desperately to keep
my balance.
A male voice close to my ear spoke, and I could hear well enough to
know that they were going to take turns delivering punishment for my
"poor memory" when I could not recite the oath. A long pause followed,
while I waited in fearful anticipation of what might come next. My feet
and ankles were growing sore from standing on tiptoe, and just as I
thought I could take no more, a light stroke on my right buttock made
me cry out into the gag. I could hear laughter as I struggled to hold my
painful position, and I realized that the thin switch had only been
placed lightly against my ass.
"SSSSSNAP!" Suddenly a fiery agony spread through my ass as a second
blow landed furiously on my bare flesh. I screamed and tears welled
into my eyes beneath the hood, as a burning, itching sensation spread
from the thin line of searing pain where the switch had struck. I tried to
cover the spot with my bound hands, but-
"SSSSSSNAAAPP!" Another blow landed squarely on my other buttock. This
time my muffled scream was cut off abruptly as my feet slipped and I was
left hanging by the wide collar. I fought to get my feet under me,
making small strangling sounds from trying to cry out in pain. At last
I got one foot onto the step below me, and managed to regain my previous
perilous stance. I shuddered and tensed for the next blow, breathing
rapidly through the nose holes in the mask, but thankfully there was a
pause. I could hear laughter, and then someone said "your turn". I
moaned quietly as I waited, my ass tingling all over as the sharp pain
spread out into a dull fiery ache.
"SSSNAP!" The next blow struck viciously against my upper thighs,
almost knocking me over again, but this time I held my balance. "SSSNAP!"
Again, against my thighs. I sobbed into the hood, wishing I could
speak so that I could beg to be released, feeling helpless and foolish
for ever getting into such a situation. Surely I must be bleeding, I
thought, as I balanced precariously and waited for another burst of
pain to be delivered.
Several moments passed while I stood there in anguished anticipation,
but no blow fell. Instead, the voice again spoke near my ear.
"That should make you remember to be more careful next time, you
miserable shit. You got one blow from each of us. When you
look at the marks tonight, you better think about this: If you ever
need to be disciplined, really disciplined, by Mistress Guinevere,
she will make you think this was just a love tap."
"SSSSNNNNAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!" The "love tap" slashed across both cheeks of
my ass, and I screamed louder than before with the agony of the beating.
I almost lost my footing again, and then suddenly I felt the step kicked
out rom under me an I was again hanging by the neck. I was choking
and kicking my legs, vaguel aware of distant laughter as I tried in vain
to breathe, when suddenly I was dropped to the ground. I fell helplessly
into a heap, breathing in sweet air, and sobbing with pain, fear, and
relief.
After a few moments I again felt the collar being pulled up, and
I weakly rose to my knees. A harder pull yanked me to my feet, and
then I was being led through the grass by the cock. Soon I felt the
poolside concrete again beneath my feet, and then the wooden floor of
the house. I gradually realized that I was alone with my unseen
pilot, who I therefore assumed must be the lovely Bryn. I recalled
that she had called Lady Guinevere Gwen when I had first been taken
to the pool, and wondered what her role would be.
I was led through what seemed a maze of corridors, including twice
when I was guided down a flight of stairs. By now the pain in my
legs and ass had faded to a thick aching sensation. I realized
that we must be in some kind of sub-basement beneath the house. At
the bottom of the second flight of stairs there was a pause, then
I was pushed forward and heard the muffled sound of a heavy door clse
behind me. Helpless, I waited for whatever would come next.
End of part 1
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