The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 56

Just before their lips touched, he said, “You’re thinking about something else. You seem relaxed.”

“No. That’s not it… mmph!”

‘Damn it.’

After masturbating right in front of him and finally being freed from the gag, it was put back on her again.

“Stand up.”

He tugged on the leash connected to her collar, and Sheila stepped down onto the floor.

Then, as she moved forward led by the leash in his hand, a structure covered with cloth came into view.

With a soft thud, Cedric released the leash and walked over, pulling the cloth away to reveal a long full-length mirror.

There were several structures scattered around the room, but Sheila never imagined there would be a mirror that reflected her entire body so clearly.

The mirror exposed Sheila standing before it far too plainly.

Her appearance, naked, hands bound, wearing a leash like an animal, was unbearable to look at with open eyes.

And on top of that, the sight of her holding a ball in her mouth…

Once again, Sheila felt like quietly burying herself in a coffin right here.

But since that was realistically impossible, she squeezed her eyes shut, pouring that wish into the motion.

She heard his soft chuckle.

Without a word, he untied the ropes binding Sheila’s hands in front of her.

But that wasn’t the end.

Soon, she felt a new rope being placed around her neck.

Well, there was still plenty of time left, so of course he wouldn’t let her off gently….

Sheila felt him standing in front of her, handling the rope around her neck. Even with her eyes closed, she could tell the rope was quite long. There were many things she could sense without seeing.

Her anxiety steadily rose, but Sheila didn’t have the courage to open her eyes and look.

Then the rope passed between Sheila’s thighs.

After running along her back, the end of the rope was threaded into the rope already looped around her neck.

At some point, he moved behind her while threading the rope and reached out, gripping Sheila’s chin.

“Open your eyes.”

Sheila shook her head.

It was meaningless resistance.

Cedric tightly grabbed and twisted her nipple.

“Mmph!”

“You should listen well, Sheila. Open your eyes.”

Feeling a sharp ache in her nipple, Sheila opened her watery eyes.

The reflection in the mirror was even more grotesque than before.

The rope starting from her neck came down with knots tied at intervals, passing between her thighs.

It matched exactly what she’d felt with her eyes closed, but seeing it for the first time was more than enough to shock Sheila.

Suddenly, Cedric yanked hard on the ends of the rope threaded behind her neck.

“Ahh! Ngh!”

Each time he pulled the rope, moans spilled from Sheila’s mouth.

That was because he’d viciously tied a knot right where the rope passed over her clit.

Pulling the rope taut, Cedric ran it under her arms, brought it forward, threaded it through the knots he’d tied, and led it back behind her again.

After repeating this two or three times, the rope compressed the upper and lower parts of her chest, forcing her breasts to bulge outward.

‘What in the world is this….’

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Cedric crossed Sheila’s arms behind her back and bound them, finishing the knot.

Still standing behind her, Cedric kneaded Sheila’s breasts as if he meant to crush them.

‘Oh, Lord….’

Sheila, whose faith was shallow at best, searched for a god she never usually prayed to and closed her eyes again.

Sheila didn’t have a strong enough heart to watch her reflection in the mirror in real time.

When Cedric noticed Sheila closing her eyes again, he grabbed both of her nipples and twisted them.

“Mmph!”

When she writhed from the stimulation in her breasts, her clit was compressed this time, tormenting her.

“Mmph!”

“I went through all the trouble of making you look pretty, so you should look properly, Sheila.”

“Mmm, mm.”

Okay. I got it.

Sheila opened her eyes and nodded.

Her whole body was flushed red from the stimulation coming from above and below, and it was a pitiful sight.

“Pretty.”

Is he serious…?

Judging by the look in his eyes reflected in the mirror, it didn’t seem like a joke. He wasn’t a man suited to joking in the first place.

Hearing something she couldn’t believe coming out of his mouth made Sheila’s chest stir slightly.

But it was probably nothing more than the light appraisal one gave to a pet dog when calling it pretty.

She must never attach meaning to words like that.

Perhaps pleased with the appearance of the pet he’d dressed up himself, Cedric continued kneading her body and tugging on the rope for quite a while.

Of course, Sheila had no choice but to watch the entire spectacle in the mirror.

Because if she closed her eyes, harsher punishment awaited.

What was awkward was the fact that moisture was pouring out below, soaking the rope. It was proof that she, too, was aroused like a pervert by her bound appearance and by the sight of him playing with her like a toy.

Physical stimulation inevitably brought a reaction. Along with that came embarrassment and shame.

But what was this strange arousal that accompanied it…?

His shamelessly erect member had been hard since earlier, moving back and forth between her thighs where the rope passed.

Rubbed raw by his penis and the rope, Sheila found herself wishing he’d just hurry up and fuck her.

But he didn’t seem to have any intention of doing that and instead made her kneel at his feet.

Sheila looked up at him with a heated face.

He grabbed her collar and removed her gag.

After a long while, freed from the restraint that had been blocking her mouth, Sheila let out a rough breath.

As Sheila struggled to catch her breath, Cedric’s erect penis tapped against the top of her head.

When Sheila lifted her head, he flicked his cock with his finger, tapping her cheek.

Cedric often got through punishments like this without even ten strikes.

At his signal, Sheila took his cock into her mouth.

As always, it was a size that was difficult to swallow even just the tip.

Sheila opened her mouth wide and sucked on his glans.

With her hands bound behind her, having to move back and forth using only her neck strength was exhausting.

“Watch while you suck.”

He ordered her to suck while looking at the mirror. Then, as if he’d noticed her difficulty moving on her own, he personally grabbed her head and moved it back and forth.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph!”

Treated like a tool, Sheila struggled to take his cock.

Each time his hand gripping the collar shook her head, the clinking sound of the chain echoed loudly.

Whenever her head was held and her whole body rocked, her breasts, bulging between the ropes, bounced, and the knot of rope positioned below moved back and forth, stimulating her clit.

“Mmph, mm.”

After a long while, when he finally released her head, Sheila spat out the thick shaft and gasped for air.

“Haah! Hngh…!”

Cedric didn’t climax.

Instead, he stuffed the ball gag back into the mouth he’d just used.

He yanked the rope roughly, as if grabbing her by the collar, and hauled her up. The rope wrapped around her whole body dug into her flesh. The stimulation between her thighs was especially intense.

“Mmph!”

The place he dragged her to, with that stimulation sparking through her, was in front of the bed.

And the next moment, Sheila was thrown roughly onto the bed.

Since she started coming in and out of this room, this was the first time she got on the bed.

It seemed the real business would happen here.

***

The mattress she lay on for the first time was soft. Even though he’d tossed her down roughly, it didn’t hurt at all. It felt cozy, if anything.

If it had been on the hard table, the rope would have bitten into her and it would have hurt quite a lot.

Cedric untied the rope from Sheila’s body once she was settled on the bed. The cursed collar too.

But the even more cursed gag… no.

Only the rope and collar were removed, and Sheila’s naked body was laid flat on the bed.

It was her first time on the bed in the fifteen days since she started coming in and out of this room, but it was nowhere close to the posture Molly talked about, like a noblewoman or a princess.

Sheila’s head stuck out awkwardly between the bar-like bed frame.

The bed wasn’t the wooden bed commonly used in Beloica, but a brass-framed bed.

The bars made the bed feel exotic, but they were also perfect for tying someone up. Sheila learned that fact when Cedric bound her arms to the frame.

Sheila’s ankles were also each tied with rope, lifted up, then tied to the upper part of the frame.

The ropes tying her legs had some slack, but still, her body looked folded in half.

Cedric positioned himself between Sheila’s legs, spread in a V.

Dragged around and trained in one way or another for two hours straight, Sheila was already exhausted, and she even felt a bit comfortable in this bizarre posture.

It was ridiculous.

Still, when she thought about penetration happening next, a cold shiver ran down her spine.

“My husband’s hip work is incredible, you know.”

Sheila remembered what Molly said the day before.

Once the conversation opened up, Molly talked shamelessly about what happened on her own bed even without being asked.

“A man being big isn’t everything.”

At night, the older maids always said the best man was one who made good money and had a big one, but Molly’s claim that size wasn’t everything sparked Sheila’s curiosity.

Molly had experience testing sexual compatibility with a few lovers before she met her husband. That meant she’d compared at least three or four men, so it was a story with its own credibility.

With no comparisons at all, and with Cedric’s penis being the only one she’d ever seen, Sheila pretended to clean casually and listened to Molly’s words with focused attention.

“Even if it’s big, if it’s soft, it’s useless. So remember this well, Sheila. A man has to be hard. Hard.”

Molly kept explaining on and on after that. Listening to it all, it sounded like her husband’s was average in size but hard, and he had skills good enough to make up for size.

“Hard….”

Sheila repeated the syllables Molly emphasized so strongly. Then she asked.

“How big does it have to be to count as big, anyway?”

Seeing Sheila’s innocent face, Molly stretched out both index fingers, spreading them to about the length of a spoon.

“Look. When it’s fully hard, about this much is average. The bigger it is than this, the more you can call it big. And a truly big man is… let’s see….”