Mistress For Sale: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book Three

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

For the most part, the rest of the day was lazy and quiet. The quartet dozed and talked and played lightly over the next couple of hours in the Bath. Other couples and singles came and went, each engaged in their own activities, mindful of the veiled privacy afforded to those in the rooms around the pool. Beau explained that, as long as the curtains were closed, they would not be approached by anyone and, even though they could easily be seen through the sheers, no one would pay them too much attention. If the sheers were pulled back, that meant others in the room were free to join or stop and talk without invitation.

Eventually, they rose, stretched, and made their way from the Baths and into the cooler, brighter rooms and hallways of the Chateau. Beau redressed in their bedroom and emerged, much to Lucy’s delight, wearing the same sort of black, leather trousers she had seen on the other Masters earlier that day. His white shirt was neatly tucked in and his vest and cravat in place. She sat on a large footstool by the fireplace, naked, waiting for him to tell her how to dress befitting the station she had agreed to take.

“Nothing,” he looked at her bewildered expression.

“I am to wear nothing?”

“Well, maybe a little something.” Beau retreated back into the dressing room and emerged with a metal collar, a leash, and her chastity belt in hand, “You will wear these.”

“But everyone will…”

Beau cleared his throat and looked down at her.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Kneel up on the footstool for me.” Lucy climbed into place, allowing him to dress her in the collar and belt, locking both into place with keyed padlocks. He snapped the chain leash into place on her collar. “Smile, pet, and be glad I’m not going to make you crawl on all fours behind me like some Masters would.” Lucy forced a smile. “That’s better. Keep your chin up. Make me proud. Remember? Hungry?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, let’s see what we can find for lunch.”

One of the buffets in the dining room had been stocked with food. Various plates of bread, cheeses, meats, and spreads along with numerous bottles of wine and bowls of fruits the likes of which Lucy had never seen before succeeded in making her feel a little hungry.

Beau handed her a large serving plate, “From now on, I will decide what you eat, when you eat, and how you eat it.”

They moved along the buffet, Beau choosing carefully each item until the plate was full then indicated one of the small café tables by the windows. Thad and Nora followed suit. When Lucy realized there were only two chairs at the table, she and Nora waited for the two Masters to sit before lowering themselves to the floor at the feet of their Masters. Doing this, Lucy had never minded.

In some ways it was like forgetting her modesty all over again. Greenbrier had been the first place Lucy had been stripped of her clothing and put on display. She had been horrified and humiliated as she sat chained to the bottom of the steps that first day. As her training had continued, she’d become more accustomed to her own nakedness and the nakedness of those around her. But since fleeing the flames of their Virginia home, Lucy had been naked only in the private moments between herself and Beau or at her own choosing while Beau had been away doing his duties for the Confederacy. Well over two years had passed since she’d sat as she and Nora did now, naked and exposed to anyone who entered the room.

Nora must feel exactly as Lucy had back then. She knelt on her cushion, her arm coiled around Thad’s leg, using it as shield. She wore even less than Lucy for she was not blessed with the coverage a chastity belt would have given her. For the first time, Lucy actually felt like comforting her cousin instead of seeking that comfort herself. Seeing Nora’s nervousness made Lucy sit up a little higher and to feel like she had some sort of chance at doing this right after all.

The sunny morning had changed to a cloudy, rainy afternoon that meant touring the gardens was not feasible.

“How long do you think we will be staying?” Thad sipped at his glass of wine then handed it down to Nora.

“However long that war goes on,” Beau said.

There was an uncomfortable and understood silence between them. Things were not looking good when they had fled from New York almost two months ago. They had read the papers while staying in England of the horrific battle at Antietam that had left some 26,000 dead and of the false hope that Lincoln’s preliminary Emancipation gave the Coloreds just days ago. There seemed no end in sight to what was turning into the bloodiest and deadliest war in the life of their young country.

Vivianne’s entrance broke the gloom. Dressed in her prettiest yellow gown, she had with her two male slaves just as naked as Lucy and Nora. Their broad shoulders were pulled back, hands cuffed behind their backs. Around both their necks were leather collars and around the base of each of their c***s, a metal ring had been snapped and locked into place. It was from these metal rings that Vivianne had attached their leashes and tugged them along behind her. “Here you all are!” she chirped. Beau and Thad stood, the doctor about to retrieve a chair for her before she waved her hand dismissively, “Oh, no, darling, I can’t stay just now. I am on a mission. But, I’ve been asked to tell you and Thad that the Countess would like to see you in her chambers as soon as possible. It’s rather urgent. She requested that you leave the girls behind.”

“Anything to do with the message she got this morning?” Beau didn’t bother returning to his seat.

“I’m afraid so, darling, but, don’t worry, she has everything well under control.” Vivianne looked from Lucy to Nora and her smile brightened. “Perhaps I can take these two off your hands for a few minutes, keep an eye on them for you? Oh, they look so pretty and proper sitting like that.”

Thad and Beau exchanged glances. “I don’t have a problem with that,” Thad was the first to say. “Nora could use some time with you, Vi.”

“Oh, you are an evil man, Mr. Wilson, do you know that?”

He chuckled, “I have my moments.”

“Where might we find you when we are done with the Countess?”

Vivianne waved her hand vaguely, “Well, I had hoped to go to the stables and take my boys for a run; but, with this rain, that’s not going to happen. Do you mind if I show them the Playroom, Beauregard?”

He smiled, “Not at all. You do as Vivianne says, Lucy.” Beau handed Lucy’s leash to the Mistress. “Obey her as you would me.”

A little shudder ran down Lucy’s spine. “Yes, Master.”

“We’ll see you in a little while.”

“Take your time, darlings,” Vivianne’s green eyes sparkled with delight as she turned and led all four of the slaves away.

“I’ve already spoken to the Mistresses,” the Countess began. Along with Beau and Thad, Dima, Sir Benjamin, and Joel now stood in the Countess’ meeting room. She sat on what could only be described as a throne. It had a wide seat cushioned in dark purple, upholstered arm rests, and a high, wooden back that she rested her frame on. Laurent stood just behind the chair. “I received word this morning that Mr. Benslimane has been seen at a boarding house less than ten miles south of here. What he is up to, I do not know, but will find out. As you all know, he was expelled from the grounds of the Chateau two years ago with instructions never to show himself again and has been warned that should he do so, anyone here has my permission to shoot first and ask questions later. I wanted to tell the Dominants privately and leave it to your discretion as to how to tell your slaves. I fear I would not put it above Mr. Benslimane to sneak his way in here and steal one of our girls. So, be on your guard, gentleman, and though I would normally frown on having to walk about armed, I would encourage you to do so until we know what Driss is doing so close to the Chateau. And until we know more, no slave of either s*x, is permitted to be outside the walls of the Chateau for any purpose unless accompanied by an armed Dominant.”

“You are that concerned he will do something?” Sir Benjamin asked.

The Countess nodded, “You are new here. You never met Driss. Yes, I am that concerned. Are there any other questions?” The men shook their heads. “Then, please feel free to go back to whatever you were doing. Doctor and Mr. Wilson, please stay. We may as well discuss what you have in mind as far as lessons for your girls are concerned while you are here. Laurent, help me to the table and bring me some paper and ink.”

The Playroom into which Vivianne led her charges was about half the size of the Baths. It had lofty ceilings and narrow, curtained windows, and the plaster walls had been painted a pale shade of blue. What caught Lucy’s eye first were the four rocking horses lined up along the back wall. They were made to look as real as possible with horsehair-covered bodies, wide, glass eyes, and ivory teeth in their opened mouths. The life-size mounts were attached to thick rockers, just as a child’s plaything would be. Behind the horses was a row of saddles, each outfitted with attachments that Lucy knew immediately were meant to be inserted into their riders. To the right of the horses were several sets of straps which hung down from the ceiling.

Vivianne’s lips turned up as she looked at Lucy’s puzzled expression. “Oh, you will love those, darling. You see the seat in the center? Well, that is where you would sit and then these two straps coming down, that’s where your feet are put. It leaves you very open and vulnerable.” She led them further into the room. “And over here is where we can play dress-up. My boys like to play dress-up, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said, though Lucy was not entirely convinced either of them meant it.

Vivianne opened a wardrobe full of lacey garments and dresses. “See how pretty?” She pulled one out. It was pink with rows of white lace and ribbons. She turned and handed it to one of her boys. “Put this on, darling.” His cheeks grew pink but he took the dress. “That’s my good boy.” Vivianne released the leash that held his c**k and moved on. Lucy did not like the look she saw in Vivianne’s eyes. “Harrison, saddle up two of the horses, one for you and one for Nora. My dear Lucy can’t go riding today with that belt in place.”

Nora blanched as Harrison stepped forward. This new slave of Vivianne’s was nearly a foot taller than his Mistress. His muscular chest was dusted with light brown hair that tapered and ended just above his navel. Like the other slave, Harrison’s genitals and ass were clean shaven, but only Harrison had metal rings through each of his small n*****s. “Oh, don’t be afraid, Nora, dear,” Vivianne continued. “It’s quite a lot of fun by the looks of it. Yes, Harry, that one will be perfect for her.” A saddle with a thick, seven inch phallus mounted to the seat had been chosen; and, for the first time, Lucy was glad for her chastity device.

“Ma’am, I don’t think I can…” It was the first time Lucy had ever seen Nora protest.

Vivianne scowled, “Like Lucy, you are to obey me as you would your Master. Now, get up on the saddle as I wish.” Nora took a shuffling step towards the horse. “Come, come, little one.”

“Ma’am, I’m not supposed to…”

“I know you aren’t supposed to c*m. That’s what makes this so much fun for me, darling.” Vivianne took Nora by the arm and walked her over to the waiting horse. “Up you go.” Nora slid her bare foot into the stirrup and swung her leg over the saddle. “Now, sit. I want to see that little p***y filled when you do it, too.”

Nora’s eyes pleaded with Lucy who was helpless to do anything but watch. Nora had no choice and lowered herself over the false c**k. It was clearly thicker than she was used to but that seemed to please Vivianne even more. The Mistress reached up and spread open Nora’s s*x, allowing the phallus to push up into the slave easier. When Nora was settled into place, Vivianne stepped back. “Lean forward a bit, darling. It will feel better that way.” Nora obeyed, her cheeks burning bright red even as a little moan came from her closed mouth. “Isn’t that better?”

Nora’s nod was quick, “Yes, Ma’am.”

As Harrison carefully eased himself down on the butt plug mounted saddle, Vivianne ran her hand over Nora’s bare bottom. “We’ll have to see what we can do about making these cheeks as pink as the ones on your face in a moment.” Then she turned to Lucy. “Now, what to do with you?” Vivianne pouted, “He’s left me your titties to play with, hasn’t he?” Vivianne looked around the room thoughtfully. “Have you ever worn a breast press, Lucy?”

“No, Ma’am,” Nor did she like the sounds of what it might be.

Vivianne giggled, “Good. I’d love to be the first to put one on you. Come over here. Bend over with your hands behind your head. Push your chest out a little more. That’s good.”

The Mistress stepped away for a moment and returned with a cumbersome-looking device. It was made of two wooden rollers, held together on each end by a long threaded bolt tipped with a wing nut. Another bolt was set in the center. Vivianne unthreaded the two outer nuts, opened the rollers, and pushed Lucy’s hanging breasts between them. Then she began to tighten the wing nuts; first one side, then the other until the pressure of the press held everything in place. Lucy held her breath as the base of both breasts was squeezed down. “There,” Vivianne stepped back, “how’s that feel?”

“It’s very tight, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now stand up straight.” The press was big and heavy and made Lucy’s breasts feel twice their normal size and weight. “Come over here and lay on the bench,” Vivianne ordered.

She lay back slowly and the pressure on her breast increased. Vivianne ignored her moans and drew Lucy’s hands behind the base of the bench and locked them together.

With a contented sigh, the Mistress gazed around the room at her creations. On the horse, Nora sat as still as possible, the phallus buried deep into her and threatening to take her to forbidden territory if she moved at all. Harrison rocked very gently on his steed, while Steven stood, dressed in his finery, awaiting further orders.

Vivianne squealed and clapped her hands together like a thoroughly delighted little girl. “Oh, I do so love being the one in charge.”