The Nanny

THE NANNY

Having been given a hands on inspection by Master DeSade, along with an unfulfilled demonstration, Jodi Lynn’s next meeting’s with the Madam of the house, finding out, and experiencing what her terms, and her ‘expectations’ of her service are.

Chapter Four

       Led down the hallway, functioning basically on adrenaline, Jodi Lynn’s cuffed wrists sway across her shaven pubic mound, the chain rattling across her shimmering legs as her breath’s labored.  Fighting the urge to press her hands between her glistening thighs, for her fingers to touch, rub her still aroused, sensitive clit, she wonders with the severity of the predicament she’s found herself in, how she could even feel the frustration of not being allowed an orgasm.  The past twenty four hours of pain and sex have obviously blurred her mind.

       Finally crossing to the other wing of the mansion, she finds herself facing the front of a similar doorway not unlike the office of Master DeSade’s.  The door gets a gentle tap by the man, opening in a matter of moments.  “I’ve been expecting you two!”  The Madam acknowledges, unassuming, without makeup, clothed in a thick white robe, hair severely drawn back, still damp from a shower.  Smiling toward the man, stepping aside, she waves him in, nods as she steps toward a bondage chair apparatus toward the far corner of what appears to be a similar suite to the Master’s, only with her feminine touch, and with just a couple of added furnishings.  She proudly steps beside the cherry wood, split rail seat, fashioned in a sort of flat surfaced “V” opened on the narrower end with its tall flat backside freshly bolted to the wall.  Straps hang from various hooks bolted in the cherry wood, obviously for securing various parts of a body.

       “Master Desade had it delivered as a present, figured I might find a way to use it soon, real soon!”  She scoffs as she takes a quick glance toward Jodi Lynn, standing silently, naked, head lowered.  “Actually it goes well with that, don’t you think?”  She nods, pointing toward the opposite corner, another bondage device, this one a standard, classical stock, also made of a matching, fine, cherry wood.  Its top split rails already flipped open, with their three half circle holes carved in each; it too has its share of leather straps dangling down.

       Stepping against the chair, the Madam pauses, nods toward the open door.  “Close it behind you.  I’m sure you won’t be needed for rest of the day, unless she becomes a problem.”  She instructs as she glances down toward the chair, back toward the man one more time as he obediently turns away, exits, quietly shutting the door behind him.

       Standing beside the chair, she lets her fingernail gently glide up and down its glossy, varnished surface.  Momentarily glancing toward Jodi Lynn, back toward the apparatus as if stroking a pet, she obviously enjoys the not so subliminal message she’s passing on.  “Come over here, Jodi Lynn!”  She practically whispers, softly nodding her head toward the chair. “Stand here beside us.”

       Momentarily hesitating, Jodi Lynn takes a shallow breath, steps cautiously closer, beside the sinister chair, her head still nervously tilted down.  The chain gently sways across the fronts of her thighs from her lowered wrist cuffs as she interlocks her fingers into fists.  Waiting motionless, silently standing for a few moments, she watches the Madam snap a capsule between her fingers, ordering.  “Here, inhale this!”  Feeling the capsule pressed under her nose, whiffing the rush of the acrid smell, her head buzzes as she fights off a sneeze.   Shaking her head, much more alert, she humiliatingly feels the Madam’s hand slip up under the chain, slide in between her bare thighs, a fingertip softly probing into her still moist slit. From the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of the glistening finger as it slides back out, brushing across her sore clitoris.

       Lifting her hand away, whiffing her wet fingertip beneath her own nose, the Madam frowns, reaches across, flicking her finger against Jodi Lynn’s upper lip.  Holding it firm, she presses it forward.  “You already fucked him, huh?... Jo?”  Sarcastically scowling, pressing her finger between Jo’s spreading lips, she adds.  “Go ahead, lick it… Suck it clean for me!”

       Feeling the moist finger pushing between her spreading lips, pressing into her mouth, sliding against the tip of her tongue; she doesn’t even attempt to resist but begins to lightly suck, instantly tasting both her and Master Desade.

       “Oh… By the way, Jo.”  The Madam continues as she feels her finger being halfheartedly sucked on as she begins slowly rotating it in a semi circle.  “Yea… Jo, that’s your name from now on… Jo, okay with that?”  A slight smile, she taunts.  “The daughter wanted it to Barbie, imagine why!”  Glancing down toward ‘Jo’s’ glistening, full bare breasts thrust out toward her, she smiles again, sliding her finger slowly away, quipping. “All finished? Good girl.

       “Well, guess its time to explain your position, or should I say positions, while you’re in the employ of our family.”  The Madam continues while glancing down toward her still damp finger.  “Anyway, I think you’ve already gotten a pretty good idea, don’t you?  So, basically, like I said last night before you got rude, you’re pretty much the family’s whore.  Your ‘Nanny’ position’s pretty simple.  First, give the kids whatever they want; I think you know what I mean by that.  Also, the Master gets whatever he wants from you, too!... Like he obviously already has!  I guess that leaves me.  Now, you really need to keep me happy, and I do mean happy.  Actually that’ll be pretty simple though, you just have to do whatever I want you too.

       “But remember, any indiscretions just mean punishment, it’s your choice out here, secluded on our island.  My advice to you is really simple.  Accept your position and learn to make the most of it, while you can!  And, most of all, keep me wanting to have you around!”

       Cupping the bottom of ‘Jo’s’ left breast, nonchalantly wiping her wet finger back and forth across the hardened nipple, around the top of the bare, firm mound, she continues.  “Let’s see… Oh, about your name!  The boy, well the boy doesn’t really care… I’m sure all he’s interested in is fucking your brains out, and of course, playing with these titties!  Yea, he’s more into fucking right now, takes after his father.  Even though, I do have to tell ye, Master DeSade can spread around his share of punishment, believe me, I know!”

       Cupping Jo’s chin, playfully swiping her finger back and forth across Jo’s moist lips, she continues.  “Now, the girl?  Even though she’s actually just my step daughter, I think she’s going to be more like me, a Sadist at heart.  I guess she needs to learn about inflicting pain, like I can.  It doesn’t have to be for punishment you know; sometimes it can be just for fun!  I’m planning on teaching her its merits, and by using you, of course.

       Sliding her hands down beneath ‘Jo’s’ breasts, cupping, cradling them in the palms of her hands, giving a firm squeeze, the Madam continues.  “Oh well, you’re finding all this out already.  By the way, Master DeSade will be leaving again this afternoon, won’t be back ‘til the weekend.  Actually, he just stopped in especially to ‘try out’ the new ‘Nanny’ in person.  Yea, seems you’re pretty much mine for the next few days.  Of course I’ll give each of the kids a little time to bond with you, too.  Maybe tomorrow or the next day.  But, for now, I’ve got you all to myself to play with for as long as I want, okay?... I said… Okay?”

       Continuing to glance downward, across her nipples now being gripped, pinched between the Madam’s fingernails, hearing probably less then half of what the Madam was saying, ‘Jo’ rasps, her voice hoarse.  “Okay… Yes, okay… Okay!”

       “That’s okay, what?… That’s okay Madam… Madam, girl!”  She scolds, giving a twist and a tweak to both nipples, feeling the thickened nubs between her fingertips as she lifts.  “Understand…Jo?”

       “Ohh… Okay… Okay Madam!... That’s okay, Madam… Madam!”  Jo grunts, a tear trickling down her cheek, dripping off her chin.  Biting her lip, she tiptoes, leaving her hands twitching as they rest, cuffed across the front of her thighs.  Her mind still hazed, she accepts the torment without resistance, not wanting to even contemplate what’s next, obviously realizing it involves pain, lots of it, and more humiliation.

       Glancing toward the bondage chair, back to Jo, nodding back at the chair, the Madam smiles, asks.  “Want to give it a try, Jo?  Go ahead… Sit across it, see how it fits, after all, you’re going to be riding it quite a bit!”

       Eyes widening, slowly shaking her head from side to side, she can feel the queasiness in her stomach, her heart picking up a beat as she glances toward the stiff, new straps hanging down, yet, finding her self numbly stepping toward it.  Turning and slowly sitting, her back presses against the glistening, slick cherry wood as she spreads, aligns her thighs, feels her butt cheeks spreading above the split opening, the smooth flat surface though ominous, actually not all that uncomfortable against her tired legs.   Stationary, keeping her head lowered, she silently watches as the Madam reaches out, unshackles the left, then right wrist, removing the cuffs and chain.

       “Well, Jo, this is our first time together, that is, alone, just the two of us!”  The Madam smiles.  “I’m willing to give you a pass for last night, but by the way, how was your night?”  Grinning, shaking her head back and forth, she continues.  ”Never mind, you don’t even have to answer that!”  Staring toward Jo’s eyes, down toward her quivering breasts, she adds.  “Anyway, here’s your choice for now, and take a brief moment… Think before you answer.”  Gripping, raising Jo’s wrists out in front of her, she continues.  “You’ve done fucked my husband, now we can have our first session together by strapping your wrists up above your head, and for punishment, whip those titties and that pussy with a crop while you’re spread eagled across this chair… Or… Or maybe, just maybe something else?”

       Staring up toward the Madam, realizing the severe, obviously painful consequences of the first choice, at first silently, finally, slowly shaking her head, Jo hesitantly asks.  “Or… Or what else… Madam?”

       “Well, let’s see.”  The Madam smiles.  “How ‘bout you getting me off?  Give me a show! Make it my turn!”

       “Wha… What?”  A show?   Jo asks, not clear, uncertain what she means, but the threat of a beating making her more alert.

       “I mean, either start by playing with those tits, and I mean really getting into it, or stretch those arms up over your head and get ready for a good, hard whipping for fucking Master DeSade!”  The Dom scolds, pointing toward the top of the chair’s backside to the black hanging straps.  “Now, start with those tits!... Push ‘em out!  And remember, if you don’t really, and I mean really get into it, make me think you’re enjoying it, and make me cum before we’re finished, I’ll strap you up and beat those tits till they’re raw, and then finish with your pussy before I’m done!  Now, go ahead, push ‘em out and get going!”

       Setting somewhat transfixed, the options are embarrassingly obvious.  Quivering, she finds herself staring toward her hands surreally rising toward her breasts.  Cupping, slowly lifting, squeezing and melding the firm melons between her thumbs and fingers, she realizes for the first time in her life she almost wishes she never had them.  Letting the tips of her index fingers glide across her smooth nipples, she barely feels the flattened nubs sinking into her spread areolas as she lets her eyes hazily close.

       “See if you can lick a nipple!”  The Madam excitedly insists, already appearing into it.  “Get it hard!  Go ahead; show me how good you can use your tongue unless you want to feel a whip across those nipples instead!”

       Briefly glancing toward the Madam, suppressing her emotions, stoically obeying, she tilts her head slowly forward while sliding her tongue out from between her parted lips.  Momentarily hesitating, taking a deep breath, she spreads her thumb and forefinger from around her areola, presses her head downward, bowing forward, her abs flexing, visibly showing across her flattened stomach as she attempts to reach her nipple.  Feeling the tip of her tongue barely touching, flicking across the flattened nub, she squeezes her fingers into her bulging breast, tugging it toward her parting lips, the upper edge of her tanned areola and nipple swelling, slip into her yawning mouth.

       “That a girl, suck on it!  Suck that nipple, I knew you could!”  The Madam rasps as she positions herself directly in front of the bondage chair.

       Bending, leaning forward a little further, Jo finds herself rocking her head back and forth, licking, tugging, sucking the stretched flesh between her lips, gently at first, and then nibbling down with her teeth, across the edge of the thickening nipple.  Beginning to slightly groan each time her teeth appears to sink in just a little deeper, still cupping her other breast with her other hand, she gently squeezes, twists, putting on a show, wanting to satisfy the Madam, taking her time as she tries to appear to be responding to her own manipulations.

       Squatting, crossing her legs, the Madam slips the robe off her shoulders, drops it on the floor behind her.  Naked, sitting between the split rails; facing just above Jo’s spread thighs, her breasts, smaller, but firm, her smoothly tanned body actually more like a gymnasts’, she slides her left hand between Jo’s legs, spreading the moist, puffy folds of the labia apart.  Sliding the three center fingers of her right hand firmly into the shaved, gapping slit in front of her, she thrusts back and forth, one, then two, finally all three knuckles deep.  Feeling Jo’s hips twitching, the Madam leans forward, presses her tongue firmly across the exposed nub of the moist clitoris, the twitching quickly becoming a tremor, the tendons in Jo’s spread thighs noticeably flexing under her taut glistening flesh, her stomach rippling.

       Fingers sliding in and out of her sex, her clit twisting, stretching from the Madam’s manipulating tongue, Jo finds herself unresisting, actually responding, her body quivering, twitching.  Her eyes squinting, she feels the gentle pain of her own teeth actually gripping across her nipple as she finds herself sucking harder, melding her breasts, gripping, squeezing.  Emotions frayed, depraved of sleep, jolted alert by the capsule, her treatment of the incredulous past few hours, topped by combining with earlier being fucked to nearly a climax, is quickly overwhelming her.  Glaring blurry eyed toward the top of the Madam’s head, watching her hair bobbing between her spread thighs, the ultimatum if she doesn’t get her off also flutters in her scrambled thoughts as she sucks her breast deeper into her mouth.

       A prickling sensation of now just a couple of the Madam’s fingers sliding in and out of her vagina while the third finger is pulled out, firmly shoved across the puckered sphincter of her anus, forcing its way past, over a knuckle deep, jolts through her hips, as her buttocks twitches, sinks a little deeper between the split rails.  Moaning, sucking harder on her nipple, nibbling then flicking it with her tongue, feeling the finger thrusting, twisting deeper, reaming her butt hole, the susceptible arousal of her manipulated clitoris being so eagerly licked, caressed by the Madam’s face buried between her quivering thighs, intensifies with the ever quickening pace.  Jo’s breathing labors, her breath halting, raspy as she barely suppresses her moans, groans with each breath while noticeable spasms ripple across her naked body.

       No longer able or wanting to suppress the stirring, the burning deep inside, the sensations strongly resonate from the simultaneous multiple masturbations of her breasts, her rectum and her vagina.  Her harried thoughts flash back to her unfulfilled sexual encounter with Master DeSade, his ramming; pounding so deeply inside her womb as now her body uncontrollably quivers, bordering on the brink of a prohibited, deprived orgasm.

       The Madam feels Jo’s body spasm, her clit pulsing against her flicking tongue.  Pulling her head back, glancing up toward Jo’s dazed, flushed face, she smirks.  “Remember… Don’t cum Jo!... Not unless I allow it… Or you’re be punished with a canning across those titties, severely!”  Reaching up, she adds.  “Here, let me help you!  Move your hands aside.”  Slipping her hands beneath Jo’s, she snaps the cuff’s swaying chain to the center “O” ring in the chocker collar, preventing her from lowering her wrists any lower then her flexing navel.  “There, now you won’t be able to touch this pussy when I’m done!!”

       Tilting her head back down, leaving the palms of her hands resting across Jo’s arching, heaving globes, her thumbnails and forefingers pinching, twisting the thick, hard nipples, she again begins sucking the swollen clit between her lips, scraping her teeth menacingly back and forth across the moist flesh, biting down, not too harshly, nibbling, sucking, while in combination, caressing Jo’s engorged nipples, feeling her naked body uncontrollably trembling on the split rails.

       “Agghhhh!... Ooohhh!”  Jo grunts as her hips reflexively lurch, her thighs pressing against the Madam’s face, the escalating piercing nibbles of her clit  feeling like pulsing electrical shocks combining with her nipples being tweaked and twisted as she moans, tilts her head sideways, back and forth.  Biting her bottom lip, gripping, twisting, squeezing her own fingernails into the sides of her flattening breasts, her squinting eyes blankly stare nowhere.  Her swollen face tilts between her bulging melons as she feels the finger rammed completely up between her jerking buttocks, Quivering, her breathing raspy, with a mounting heated surge in her loins, womb, Jo grunts as the Madam braces, grates her teeth, harsher.  “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!”

       Her nails pinching tighter into the swollen nipple nubs, twist. “Aaaahhhh!”  Moaning, jerking, bucking, Jo screams, cusses.  “Damn!...  Ohhh God… Damn!!...Fuck!!!!”  Flailing, struggling to hold back the surge mounting deep down inside her womb she barely notices the Madam’s mouth pulling away; her fingers slipping from her engorged nipples.

       Again tilting her head back as she tastes the sticky, spreading pre cum oozing from Jo’s trembling sex, glancing up, slipping her hands from Jo’s quivering breasts, the Madam gazes up into her hazed, swollen eyes, grinningly asks.  “Didn’t hurt to bad!  I bet you actually liked that, huh Jo?”

       Barely able to nod between rasping breaths, the tip of her tongue still slipping from between her parted lips, her glistening breasts lowering in the palms of her shaking hands as she glares glassy eyed back down toward the Madam’s sarcastic face, Jo whimpers.  “Ohh, noooo… Nooo Madam!  It hurts… But… But it hurts so good!!  Please, can I…  Can I cum?  Please!  Ohhh please!!”   Begging, whining as her hands fall down across her hollowed, glistening stomach, her abs flexing with each forced breath, her fingers begin to frantically flail, grasp above her thrust out pubic mound, just inches from the quivering, drenched folds of her labia, her pulsing clit.  The confining leather wrist cuffs frustratingly stretch at the taut chains to the chocker collar as she slams the back of her head against the wood of the high backed chair.

       Smiling to herself while slowly shaking her head back and forth, standing up, the Madam steps in front of Jo’s glistening, trembling body.  With an evil grin across her face she scoffs.  “No… No of course not!... You know better Jo!...  I think you’ve gotten close enough for now!  But, since you got Master DeSade off, now it’s my turn.”  Lifting Jo’s quivering hands, reaching, pressing the palms across her own bare breasts; she glances into Jo’s tearing eyes.  “You’ve got five minutes to get me off… Anyway you can!  If you don’t, I’ll strap you to this chair and cane your tits ‘til I spurt!  If, on the other hand, you do give me an orgasm, I may just allow you to have one, too!… That is, the next time around, understand?”

       Eyes widening, feeling the firm mounds cupped beneath her hands, Jo mutters.  “Ohhh God!... Yes, yes Madam, I do… I understand!.. Five… Five minutes!  Okay!... Okay!!”  Frustrated once again by her denied urge,  Jo spreads, slides her fingers around the hardened nipples, more pointed then hers, feeling the smaller, firm breasts melding between her fingertips.  Trying to think, clear her mind, she tries to recall ways she’s masturbated herself, especially the quickest ways, even as her own body quivers, her clitoris tingling, pulsing, the stirring still burning deep inside, wanting in the worse way to do with herself what she has to do with the Madam… What the Hell!

       Frustrated, inhaling a deep breath, dropping to her knees between the rails, cupping, gripping the Madam’s breasts in her raised hands, Jo twists, digs her fingernails harshly into the puckered nipples, pressing her face between the Madam’s jerking thighs.  Simultaneously stretching, twisting her tongue into the moist, spread vulva, she feels hands frantically cupping both sides of her head, fingers tugging, jerking at her hair, knees slamming against her thrust out breasts as she leans forward.  “Aaaaggghhh!”  The Madam’s screech echoes across the room.  Tasting the moistness across her tongue, the Madam’s smooth, damp pubic mound jerking across her face, Jo digs, twists her fingernails into the stretching nipples, sucks in, feeling the nub of the swelling clit tugged past her sucking lips, between her spread teeth……

End Part Four