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CAROL — A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 12 ] I came to on the bed, I’d been asleep and something just woke me. I quickly reviewed how I came to be here. I had announced to the girls that I was taking the advice of an ‘expert’ and would be sleeping with Carol this night. I saw the worried look on her face which was changed to a small smile when Billie-Jo complained that it wasn’t fair as she hadn’t been with me last night. It wasn’t until much later that Carol realised that my announcement had missed out one part, that was when I shackled her naked in the bed and then lay beside her equally nude. She shivered and started to cry. I touched her on the shoulder, feeling her try to pull away. “I’m sorry master, I shouldn’t be like this.” She apologised, I smiled at her. “Carol, you’re naked in bed, lying tied up with a strange man beside you! How are you supposed to be?” I stroked her hair to calm her. She was so young and vulnerable. “Now I’m going to be with you all night, just staying with you that’s all! Is there anything you want me to do before we go to sleep?” She thought for a moment and shook her head, but then she asked, “You couldn’t undo just one hand please?” She bit her lip as she asked this. I considered her request, if we were following the original script she would have been constrained completely knowing she was at everyone’s mercy, but even one hand was a form of freedom and so I nodded. I went to a pad-locked cupboard and entered a 5 digit code on the pad to unlock it, I reached into the cupboard and retrieved a key to the handcuffs. Returning to the bed I unlocked her right wrist and then re-attached the cuff to the headboard keeping her left hand secured. I returned the key to the cupboard and locked it again. When I returned to the bed Carol was hiding her eyes with her free arm. I got onto the bed and patted her head, “Relax Carol, the only thing I’m doing tonight is sleeping.” I held her in my arms and felt her breathing slow as she finally succumbed to sleep. So then here I was awake again, the lights in the basement were dim, enough to see by but not at normal brightness, what had awoken me? The answer was a sniffling Carol. I moved slightly and heard her gasp beside me, “What’s wrong Carol?” I asked her, but she didn’t reply. I got onto an elbow and looked at her, tears were pouring down her cheeks. “Now Carol I don’t want to get angry but you have a problem and you should be able to tell me what it is, so come on tell me?” “I’m sorry master but it’s personal.” She said, a glimmer of realisation hit me. “Carol do you need the toilet?” I asked her gently. She threw her arm over her eyes so that I couldn’t see them and then nodded. I smiled and then said, “So where’s the problem? You only had to tell me.” “But I’m too embarrassed you’re a man, I shouldn’t mention things like that to you!” She said softly, “Will you untie me so that I can go to the loo?” “No!” I said simply, “now just hold it for a moment ‘cause I hear that the master is a bugger when it comes to dirty sheets!” She couldn’t help it but giggle at my words, I went to the bathroom area and picked up the bedpan and some toilet paper, returning to Carol and looking at her before placing the bedpan beneath her body. She looked up at me pleadingly, “I can’t with you here, can’t you go elsewhere?” She said. “Nope! Remember if you were truly a captive and I was the evil man I should be we wouldn’t be having this conversation, and you’d be lying in a mess of your own shit!” She made a face at that, “Just think I could have made you wear plastic knickers and make you go in them! Have you rolling about in pissy and shitty knickers all night!” “But that’s disgusting!” She said almost horrified. I shook my head, “No, it’s humiliating I agree but it’s not disgusting. I’m used to cleaning up after slaves. But there is one way to make you use that bedpan.” I said to her as I closed in on her. “No way!” was all she said before my fingers started to tickle her ribs making her laugh and protest at my attacks, after a few minutes of unrelenting tickling she couldn’t stop herself and a shriek announce the loosening of her bladder followed by the tinkling of liquid in the bedpan. Once it stopped I looked at her but she avoided my eyes, “Is that all?” I asked her she quickly nodded her head, still not looking at me and so I started my attack once more and she lost control over her sphincter as well. She could see that I wasn’t going to move away and so she gave up her attempts to stop herself and released her load, once she finished I then wiped her making sure that she was completely clean and then took away the bedpan, which I washed and disinfected. When I returned to her she was crying again, I got onto the bed and held her. “I was right you are a bastard aren’t you!” She said. “Oh I been many things you know, and I’m almost sure of my parentage. But when I’m looking after my charges I’m their best friend, no matter what they may think of me.” I smiled as I said that Her sobs gradually faded, “You could have let me go to the loo you know!” She said softly “I could have done, but then you’d always expect to have your own way with me, now do you need anything else?” I knew what Billie-Jo and Pauline had done the previous nights when Carol had used the bedpan and that she might expect the same from me. She bit her lip again; this was fast becoming a way to tell that she wanted to ask or do something but was too scared to ask. “Well Carol? Tell me before I leave you to sleep on your own, and I won’t kiss you!” I said to her. “I want you to touch me!” She said quickly. I looked at her without moving, she waited for a few seconds before she said, “Well?” “Yes thank you and how are you.” I said pleasantly to her. “I didn’t mean that, are you going to touch me?” She asked exasperated. “I would do but you didn’t ask me nicely, remember manners cost nothing.” I said to her – which was slightly hypocritical of me I know but then I was trying to teach her. “Please will you touch me?” She asked me. “Of course I will.” I said to her and started to stroke her shoulder. I did this for a few minutes before she grabbed hold of my hand with her right hand and started to drag it down to her hips. “Please master, touch me down here.” She pleaded “I want to feel what Billie-Jo and Pauline felt.” I pulled my hand away from her and moved down the bed to position my head between her legs. I roughly pulled her legs apart as much as her restrained condition would let me and contemplated the hairless slit before me. “I don’t know, I mean is it clean?” I asked her, knowing full well that I had thoroughly wiped her. “I don’t know!” She wailed in frustration, and then felt my tongue rubbing along the lips of her slit. “Oh thank you master, thank you.” She said. I remembered what Billie-Jo had told me about Carol’s immature clit and I searched for it at the top of her cunt. A gasp from above my head told me I had found it although it was the merest bump on her skin I started to work on it. Feeling Carol trying to rub her hips on my mouth to work her way up, but for all my work I couldn’t bring her off, I had to stop after 15 minutes as my mouth was aching. “Oh master I was so close but I just couldn’t get anywhere!” She moaned. “Don’t worry about it Carol, It will get there in time” I told her and almost collapsed on the bed next to her.
The next thing I knew was the lights in the basement brightening with the start of the day, as I was lying on the bed I could feel Carol’s hand on my cock masturbating away on me with her right hand. “Good morning Carol.” I said, “You don’t have to do that you know.” I added looking down at my, now rampant, cock. “Well master, Billie-Jo told me that you liked to be woken up by either Pauline or her sucking you off, but I’m stuck here and so this is the next best thing I can do.” She explained to me while still rubbing away with her hand. “Well I could stand by the side of the bed and let you do it that way.” I said but there was an awkward look on her face, “What wrong with that?” I asked her. “I’m not sure master, It just that it doesn’t seen to be a nice thing to do!” She said her arm faltering now. “Well some men think it’s a very nice thing to do, but I will admit that there are others who delight in forcing girls to suck cock.” I told her smiling at the way she was willing to masturbate a man and probably clean off her hand with her tongue, but balked at sucking the same cock in her mouth. “Which type are you master?” She asked softly. I stopped her hand and then moved so my body was over hers but supported on my knees and arms. “I have forced girls to perform fellatio on a man and I’ve let girls do so of their own free will.” I looked at her in the eyes, “In some ways to force a person to do something is better to the man, it gives them a feeling of control over that person.” I then got off from her and stood by the side of the bed. “But for now I need to use the toilet and I think you might want to as well.” I went to the cupboard and opened it using the code, I took out the key to the handcuffs and the leg shackles and went back to the bed to release Carol from it. She laid there unmoving for a few moments until I started to massage her legs and then she moaned at the sensation of her legs being moved where they had been used to being fixed. “I’m glad you don’t suffer from cramps.” I told her, “Otherwise your nights would be painful indeed.” She allowed me to lift her up from the bed and staggered her way to the toilet where she sat down and started to piss before me. She suddenly looked up and realised that I was watching her, she started to speak but then reconsidered, gave a mental shrug and carried on relieving herself. When she had finished I handed her some toilet paper for which she thanked me. She stood up and then watched me as I sat down on the bowl and relieved myself. When I finished I took her to the wash basin where we washed our hands and brushed out teeth and then we went to the table and laid it ready for breakfast. I could see her glancing at the television and then back at the table. “What’s wrong Carol?” I asked her. She looked wistfully at me and then said, “Can I see mum and dad again please?” I nodded my head, “Of course you can, the tape is right by the video marked as ‘special 3’ it’s there for your use – play it as many times as you want.” I told her. She looked at me open mouthed, “You mean it? I can play that tape whenever I want?” I laughed and nodded, she jumped up and kissed me again, this was becoming a very strange affair indeed. I watched the tape with her again seeing her face light up as she heard her mother’s voice, she then turned to me again. “Can I write to them, let them know I’m okay?” Now this did make me pause. I’ve never had this before! Normally I ensured that my charges never contacted their parents – well I had kidnapped them in the first place, but this was different, although they didn’t know where she was they were still concerned about her (yes I know the previous girl’s parents were as well, but that wasn’t my concern!) Carol could see the doubt on my face and so she turned back to watch the television. “That’s okay master I understand.” She said in a soft voice. I know that I ‘m not supposed to be swayed by the tears of my subjects, but there was something in the way she accepted my refusal that touched me. I sighed. “Alright Slave you may write a letter, but be careful about what you say as I will be reading it before it gets sent off.” “Oh thank you master, I’ll start it now!” She said and went to one of the pads of paper that was available for her school work. At that point the buzzer went off announcing that we were to get ready for Breakfast. I called Carol over and got her to stand by the table, I stood beside her and whispered in her ear, she giggled and nodded.
The basement door opened, Pauline and Billie-Jo entered the basement, Pauline carried on walking towards us while Billie-Jo closed and locked the door. When she got to the table she placed the tray on it. Billie-Jo joined her and they both intoned, “Good morning.” Carol and I bowed to them and answered, “Good morning Mistresses.” This made the two girls giggle in amusement. Pauline had a thoughtful look on her face. “Now slaves you will both help each other with your breakfasts, I don’t want to see you touching your own food!” Pauline told us with a grin. Carol looked at me puzzled, “But I thought you were the master?” She asked me “Oh I am, but have you ever noticed that I’m always at the beck and call of my slaves, now it’s Pauline’s turn to be boss.” I answered her and then felt a pain as a whip struck my ass. “Thank you Mistress.” I said and then had to repeat it 9 more times. “For speaking without permissions 5 strokes each, since Carol is in no state to receive hers then you will receive them instead!” Pauline told me with a smirk, I don’t know, sometimes she can take herself so seriously, I could see Billie-Jo also smiling as I sat down, wincing as the hard set met my ass. “Now eat!” Pauline commanded us. I picked up Carol’s cup and positioned the straw into her mouth, she took a sip and released it. Then she started to cut up the bacon and eggs in front of her and speared a mix of both onto a fork, plastic, which she then fed me, like a mother feeding a baby. We alternated feedings, first her and then me, until my plate was empty and then I concentrated on her. Encouraging her to take ‘just one more sip’ until the cup was empty. Pauline and Billie-Jo just ate in silence as this was done at which point they applauded Carol on her achievement. Billie-Jo got up from her seat and held onto Carol as she kissed her cheek. “How was master last night?” She asked the girl. “He was very nice but he didn’t let me finish him off this morning.” Carol said blushing slightly, she was starting to adjust to talking about sexual matters. “Did you suck him?” Pauline asked interested. “No, I just used my hand, he got big but then he stopped me.” Carol told her, Pauline looked at me with her mouth open in surprise. “You stopped her from giving you a hand-job?” She said incredulously. “I told her that she didn’t have to do it, and then we got into a conversation about fellatio after that I though it would be better to have a shower than indulge in my personal pleasure.” I heard a snort from Billie-Jo which I ignored, “Then we watched Carol’s video again and had a short discussion, after that you signalled that you were on your way and we laid the table.” Pauline smiled at my recitation, I think she had been watching our moves from the monitor, I know I would have! She then nodded and started to stack up the dishes and the cup. “Carol you and Billie-Jo will exercise – I’ve given Billie-Jo a simple routine for you to follow. Slave you will take these upstairs and wash them up. I’ve got work to do!” Did I actually sound like that when I gave instructions? I was going to have to work on that! I picked up the tray and meekly followed Pauline out of the cell and through the basement door, looking back I could see Billie-Jo talking to Carol and starting her on some light step movements. At the top of the stairs Pauline locked the door and then smiled at me, “I’m sorry about that master, did I hurt you?” I laughed, “No Pauline it had just the right amount of pressure, cause pain to instruct, not harm, your slave. And you did it at the right time – I didn’t have permission to speak and five slaps was the correct punishment although it should have been on the face as it was the mouth at fault, but that wasn’t bad at all, you’ll make a good trainer. She smiled at my words, “Thank you master, I thought I’d overdone it when I started to hit you, why didn’t you stop me?” “It’s not a slave’s place to stop his mistress when she’s punishing him, I accepted the role and so I had to stay in it, remember that when you’re play-acting next time” I told her and then went to the kitchen to start the washing up. |