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When Harwell Tusker asked me how the girls should come to Highgate, I had assumed that he was referring to the mode of transport. I had been unconcerned saying that I suggested he should ask them. As a consequence, I was not expecting the manner of their arrival.
At the appointed time, Harwell’s Stanley Countryman – a vehicle more suited to rural lanes than the bustle of London streets – pulled up outside. Two of Harwell’s staff were sitting in the front and the driver immediately got down and helped out one passenger. It was a woman, Estelle I assumed, dressed in a long cape and a wide-brimmed hat. While she stood on the pavement, the two men went to the back of the car and lifted down a large trunk.
The group approached the front door, one of the men leading Estelle by the arm. A ring on my door bell announced them. When I answered the door the first man offered me a clipboard. "Delivery for you, Sir. If you could just sign we’ll put these inside."
As I took the clipboard and pen, the man guided Estelle inside and then returned to help his colleague with the trunk. I returned the pad, he passed me a copy of the form, took one look at his delivery, and shook his head. Moments later, after the door was closed, a hiss of steam announced the departure of the Countryman and I was left with what, according to the delivery slip, was Miss Estelle and Miss Amanda Tusker.
It was extraordinary. Never had any of my students been delivered in such a manner. I could see at once what was in the mind of whichever of them had thought of this (I did not imagine for a moment that this was Harwell’s doing). By so doing, no doubt, they sought to take the initiative in the matter of their involvement with me. It would have to be dealt with, of course, but in one way I was pleased that the two appeared to be embracing what was planned for them.
Estelle stood motionless. I looked at her closely. Beneath the brim of her hat she wore dark glasses. Behind the high collar of her heavy bombazine cloak I could see a scarf that seemed to cover the lower half of her face. The puzzle of Estelle’s silent and statuesque appearance would, I felt, only be solved by removing her cloak. I unfastened the catch at her throat and drew the cloak from her. The puzzle was immediately resolved.
The girl was naked above her skirt. Her hands were fastened behind her back. The scarf was pulled tightly across her lips and, when removed, revealed a further cloth stuffing her mouth. I removed her dark glasses and saw that they were completely opaque. She would have seen nothing of her journey from Benfield. I draped her cloak over a chair. She made no effort to move nor did she try to expel the cloth filling her mouth but stood passively, half naked, still wearing her wide-brimmed hat.
I turned my attention to the trunk which I assumed would contain Estelle’s twin sister. I was correct. She was entirely naked, lying face down in the trunk, her arms and legs tied in an unpleasant hogtie whose ropes extended to her head forming a cruel gag of knotted strands. I loosed the ropes between her wrists and ankles and helped her to her feet. The restriction imposed by the rope that gagged her forced her to hold her head back so that she was almost facing the ceiling. This combined with the fact that her legs and knees were still tied and that she was stiff from her journey meant she could stand only with the greatest difficulty. I could hardly start our programme with the girl as she was, however much she (or I) might wish it. I freed her ankles and knees and unfastened the gag. I pulled the wad of cloth from her sister’s mouth and told the two girls to follow me into my consulting room. They followed obediently. A good sign, I thought.
My consulting room is a comfortable space. A heavy leather chesterfield provides seating, usually for my clients. I have my desk, my chair and my books. It looks out onto the small garden at the back of the property, a small patch of green in the yellow-grey brick of the Highgate terrace. I sat on the chesterfield and had the girls stand to one side where the afternoon light from the window fell across their nakedness.
Twins they might be but they were still physically quite different. Estelle was tall and rangy, a good three inches taller than her twin sister. Evidence of her physical exercise showed in muscular development on her arms and shoulders. Her breasts were quite small but with pronounced dark brown areolas. Her navel protruded slightly. Amanda, on the other hand, was more compact. Not fat exactly, but well covered; her tits rounder and fuller; her hips swelling with the promise of ample buttocks behind.
They seemed uncomfortable from the first with my survey of them, becoming more restless by the minute as I sat gazing at their bodies. In part, I will confess, this involved some self-gratification but it had a relevance to their adjustment as well. It is of value to me in helping me to plan the use of physical restraints and of punishments and it is of value to them in introducing them to the need to be viewed as sexual objects without objecting.
I decided to break the silence. "Tell me," I said, "whose idea was it that you should arrive as you did?"
"We thought it appropriate," Amanda volunteered, looking straight at me. There were still red scores around her chest below her breasts where the rope had pressed against her in her trunk.
"I think it self-indulgent," I replied with a snap. "You will not find the changes you need to make in yourself by pursuing adolescent fantasies of abduction and enslavement here. This is not the scenario of some romantic or Gothic novel," I could see that Estelle had managed a smirk at her sister’s discomfort, while still trying to keep her gaze cast down in the way that they had evidently decided would be appropriate. "Nor is it one that might grace the photographic studios of some colonial pornographer." Estelle blushed in response. "No matter. I must confess it amused me and I suppose I should give you some credit for entering in to what you imagined would be the spirit of your time here."
The two girls said nothing. That encouraged me. Too often my students in their early days feel it necessary to respond to rhetorical remarks. I was happy to have their embarrassed silence.
"Well, ladies, let us start. Let me explain how things are here. You will, as you both obviously expect, find that your movement is restricted. You will remain here until I consider that you have finished your adjustment. That process will involve a number of tasks which I will set you. You will carry them out. There will be no discussion on that score. Each task is an important part of the process and you will complete it. You are here voluntarily are you not?"
The two girls nodded.
"Please," I said, "I would prefer it if you spoke in response to my questions where possible. It avoids the risks of confusion between us. It would be most unfortunate if I mistakenly thought I had your consent when I did not."
"Yes, Sir," Estelle volunteered.
"Sorry, Sir. Yes," Amanda agreed.
"Good. In which case, you will accept what is done to you here. You will also accept that, in the event of poor performance, I may need to take steps to improve or correct your behaviour and your attitude."
My words, in some ways intended to pander to their fantasies, brought a short intake of breath from the two. Each, I noticed, experienced a stiffening of her nipples in response. I train myself to observe these small indications of a woman’s state of arousal, a critical means to determine the impact that my adjustment programme is having.
Amanda and Estelle, each recognising that I had observed their response to my words, lowered their eyes in embarrassment. "Please, ladies," I continued, "you need have no concerns over my seeing your innermost thoughts. This will soon seem second nature to you. Now, perhaps you wish to see your accommodation?"
There was a wary "Yes, Sir," from the two girls. Amanda sounded rather more eager than Estelle, I judged. I showed them the way to the cellar door and invited them to take the wooden steps down into it. The pale light from the cellar’s gas mantles lent a softness to the girls’ skin as they descended the staircase with diffidence. Amanda stopped, about half-way down the flight of steps, staring at the instruments arranged on the walls of the room below. The sight of the lengths of rope and chain seemed to have stopped her in her tracks as readily as if I had ensnared her. Estelle stopped behind her, looking intently at the other wall on which were hung the whips, crops and paddles that were my routinely used devices of correction.
"This will be where you will spend your sleeping hours and where, in the likely event that you need some form of correction for your behaviour, punishments will normally be administered." The two girls were listening attentively. Amanda’s tongue slid over her lips unconsciously at the word ‘punishments’ betraying once more her sexual orientation. "You will be accommodated within these cages," I continued. "You will come here willingly, as and when I instruct you to. You will follow my instructions without debate or argument. You will accept any sanctions that I apply as being for your benefit. Do you understand?"
I was simply restating the terms of the original agreement that the girls had already consented to but I feel repetition always ensures complete clarity and, given the rather different nature of the behavioural adjustment project, I considered that it was important to reiterate my conditions.
The girls nodded to demonstrate their acceptance and declared that they did.
I had solved the problem of accommodation but not, I had to confess, in a manner that made it easy to treat my new students equally. The cage that I used normally for a single student was still available to me. I had considered using the one cage for both girls but in the end concluded that, while the close confinement of two girls within one cage might well increase the intensity of experience in some respects, the need to be able to control inter-personal contact outweighed this. As a result I had arranged for a second cage to be fabricated.
Because of the limitation in space available to me within the cellar, compromise was needed in the design. There was little floor space available. I had considered a suspended cage but I was somewhat concerned with the need for pulleys and other lifting gear and the complication of trying to place an unwilling student within. It was the artisan that had constructed my original cage that suggested the solution which I finally adopted.
Along one side of the cellar was a low couch which I have variously used for my own comfort while observing my charges and as a place where punishment or interludes of sexual use of my students occurred. This couch was reworked to provide a cage beneath it. It was, it was true, very cramped. The occupant could do little more than lay flat within it. Feeding was difficult, although possible, as it was just high enough for the head to be raised over a bowl or plate and provision of liquids was solved by attaching a water bottle designed for feeding pet animals to the bars of the cage at one end. Entry to the cage was only possible by sliding forward on the belly, either with the arms at the side (where, because of the cage’s narrowness, they would remain) or reaching forward in front. Compared with the cage under the couch, my original student accommodation seemed luxurious indeed.
There then came the matter of which of the twins should occupy which of the cages.
There were two difficulties in my mind. Firstly, it seemed hardly fair to condemn one or the other of the girls to the small cage on a permanent basis. Secondly, I did not want to associate the smaller cage with my usual arrangement of sanctions for non-compliant or inappropriate behaviour since there would most certainly be times when one or other of the girls needed to use the smaller cage when neither had committed an offence deserving of punishment.
I decided to resolve the matter by having the girls draw lots each night before retiring. On this occasion, the toss of a sovereign, the Queen’s head uppermost to favour Amanda’s choice, placed Estelle in the low cage and her sister in the relative comfort of the other.
Before the two were confined to their accommodation for the night, I explained the simple rules that would apply during their residency.
They would, I told them, follow my instructions exactly and promptly; they would accept whatever restraint or other imposition I deemed necessary in order for them to achieve their objectives and they would do so willingly.
I also took the opportunity to show them some of the instruments of restraint, correction and control that I had available to me. I think they had expected the ropes, chains and fetters but it was some of the more innovative iron-ware that they found more surprising and, no doubt, more disturbing.
I am lucky enough to have access to a small foundry and engineering works that has proved happy to produce equipment to my specifications. Some of these I am especially fond of employing in my adjustment programmes. One item, for example, helps greatly in posture training. A solid steel rod connects a waist band, wrist cuffs and neck band with a short ankle chain used with a pair of ankle cuffs. With the device locked in place the wearer has little choice but to stand erect and straight backed. Another has a wide collar with chin support, again in steel, to which shoulder-wide rods have been welded to carry the wearer’s wrists high at either side. This device I particularly favour, since it keeps the wearer’s limbs from providing any form of protection against punishment to the buttocks, breasts, back or other parts while keeping the head pushed up and back, making it difficult for the wearer to see what is about to happen to them. The girls looked disturbed by these devices which were evidently quite beyond their fantasies.
They were obviously questioning their own ability to withstand the course that I intended them to run, when I opened the cupboard containing the majority of my smaller items. This seemed to bring about an even more agitated response but, to their credit, they made no remark on any of the items I showed them, preferring to maintain wide-eyed and open-mouthed silence. There is an impressive selection; thumb cuffs that so easily and fully immobilise with such little effort; the bit, ball strap and panel gags that offered a range of silencing (or at least muting) options; the canes, crops, straps and tawses drawn from so many traditions.
(As an aside, I was delighted to discover in South London that the Horniman (yes, I know, it amused me on first hearing it as well) Museum of Ethnography has a collection in a secure gallery open only to a few selected scholars, which assembles examples of punishment devices and sticks from many tribes across the Empire. It is said that Her Majesty was given a private viewing on one occasion and declared herself most fascinated. Whether or not this was the case, my two newest visitors seemed somewhat quietened by the range of devices arrayed for their discomfort.)
I was content for them to have taken in some of what their time with me would entail and set them to their cages for their first night.
"Well," I began, "it is less than convenient for me and excessively uncomfortable for you for your wrists to continue to be bound so cruelly with rope. You will find, I am sure, that the hemp will abrade your skin most painfully and that the tightness may well restrict the flow of blood to your extremities. I will, with your permission, remove your restraints and replace them with those of my own. Would that be acceptable to you?"
The two girls blinked, confused by my offer, and then nodded warily. Remembering my earlier request they both added, "Yes, Sir," though I must confess with little enthusiasm.
I took a pair of shackles for each girl. Designed to fit above the elbow with a chain running behind the back, the chains were short enough to pull the elbows slightly behind the back, so that, when I unfastened the rope about the girls' wrists, their lower arms were free but effectively useless. Amanda whimpered as I snapped the shackles tight about her chubby upper arms.
Estelle gasped as I jerked her elbows closely together to facilitate fastening her cuffs. I span her around and told her that I needed to remove her remaining garments. She shook her head and protested with a vehement, "No!" I suppose that it was at the suggestion that I should be engaging in such an intimate act so early in our relationship but I did not allow her objections to deter me.
"Please," begged Amanda, coming to the aid of her sister as I began to unfasten the buttons that held the waist band of her skirt.
"Do not concern yourself that you are in some way to be neglected," I said, deliberately misunderstanding her, "you will have many opportunities to learn compliance to my will over the coming time we will spend together.
I continued my efforts with Estelle and had soon removed her skirt, slip, and underdrawers. She was left in her stockings, tied off above the knee with garters, and boots, her skirt and other clothes on the floor about her feet.
"There, I said, "that is almost all but I need you to submit to one final act before you can be considered ready for your cages. I must ensure that your bowels have been completely emptied." The girls’ wide-eyed looks of distress turned to expressions of distaste.
"Surely, Sir, such an intervention is unnecessary?" Amanda began.
"Quite the contrary. For whichever of you is secured in the smaller cage any attempt to relieve yourself would be most unfortunate and, since it is hardly fair to impose on one and not the other, you will both submit to, what I believe is called, the bath of the bowels."
Since their hands were still bound behind them, there was no difficulty in administering an enema to each girl, in spite of their attempts to wrest free of my attentions. The warm soapy water I let flow down the rubber tube from its porcelain reservoir through the ivory nozzle that I pressed inside each girl’s reluctant anal bud and into their colon soon did its work. The girls were left to sit upon enamel bed pans until the fluid had done its work.
Their sobbing and humiliated blushes as their system expelled the cleansing water with its loosened fecal material was satisfaction in itself. I had not previously considered using this in my adjustment routine but could at once see the benefit. I left them moaning in discomfort for a few moments while I made a note in my diary so as not to forget this important finding.
On my return the two looked subdued, evidently distressed by being deprived of the control of their bowels. I left them shackled and put them into their cages for the night.
It had been a most instructive evening.
© Freddie Clegg 2012
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