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Scottish Locks

By: Autarchic4Ever



To those around him he was known as Lord McClure or Lord Gordon McClure, but I knew him first as GordyScot_01. As the name may imply we met online. Flirting led to cybersex and of course Gordy had me spellbound with his use of words and the descriptive way he approached our conversations, both erotic and platonic. He was, I first surmised, a bullshit artist of the finest caliber, pretending to be a Scottish Lord of nobility and taking it to the point of sending me pictures of himself and the castle I suspected he had paid his fee to enter. I sent him pictures of myself as well, beginning with the tame ones I put online to show my friends and then moving to the erotic pictures that I would be MORTIFIED if my friends had seen. As time progressed the incredible detail he put into descriptions of his life had me intrigued. He was either real or the finest story teller I had ever met.

Of course, for me it was all erotic fantasy. All that I knew about Scotland I learned from watching the Highlander and Braveheart; and from the snippets I had learned from school. I told him about myself, beginning with elaborate tales of fantasy and then eventually confiding that I was a third year college student looking forward to summer so I could work full time and make enough money to pay for fall semester. His story remained the same, though I was convinced that many of the erotic tales he told me were fabricated for my pleasure. 

As our chats continued we progressed into a dominant/ submissive relationship. One night he told me to attend a party that I had mentioned to him, select a guy at random and give him a blowjob in a bathroom. A couple of says later I told him I had done just that and provided what I thought was a decent description. He didn't believe me. He said he could smell the bullshit all the way to Scotland. Two days later I did as he had asked by sucking off a guy at random at a club downtown. The next email from him was directed to my roommate. He instructed that I kneel on a bed naked and that she strike my ass five times with a belt, verifying each strike by photograph. That, he said, was the penalty for lying to him. I appealed, of course, but he refused to answer any more massages from me until after he received the pictures. "From now on, I demand the truth," he said.

My roommate took great pride in enforcing Gordy's punishment. The spanking stung like hell... but I still have the pictures. I was less likely to disobey after that. He ordered me to go down on my roommate. I did. He ordered me to do a three way with my roommate and another girl. I didn't want to do that one, but after my refusal got me spanked again I agreed and did as he commanded. He was gaining more and more control over me. For my part, I thought it was hot as Hell. I couldn't wait until my next chat with GordyScot_01.  

When he invited me to Scotland I hesitated. I had come to accept that Gordy, or "Master McClure" as I also was now addressing him, was exactly who he claimed to be; a Scottish lord of noble descent. I knew he was a man of some wealth, though the family fortune had been squandered and replenished several times over the years and the vast plantations that once fed the region had given rise to subdivisions. What made me hesitate was that until now this was all a game to me that I could end at any time. What he was suggesting would mean taking the erotic role playing from fantasy to reality. While the thought of it made me shiver in erotic anticipation, a part of me kept reminding myself that I was not the slut I pretended to be on line. Or was I?

I told him that I would love to go, but I couldn't. I had to earn money for the fall semester and I had a good job lined up. He asked if that was the only reason. Apparently closing on the final objection was something Lord McClure was very good at. I couldn't very well tell him I was simply scared, so I told him that it was, indeed, the reason I had to pass on his generous offer.

Three days later I received a parcel by certified mail. Inside I found round trip airline tickets; first class, of course, a letter of employment stating that I was being offered a position on staff at $5,000. per month for the next two months, and a money order for $2,500. which was an advance on my salary. As I looked the documents over I realized that Lord Gordon McClure had just purchased the services of an American whore for the sum of $10,000. 

I was told to bring only a carry on bag with me since all of my uniforms would be furnished. I provided him with my measurements and the size of clothing that I wore ahead of time so that he could have clothes ready for me when I arrived. He also sent me a debit card in my name for use with any expenses while I traveled. As the days drew nearer I became more and more excited. According to all the pictures I'd seen, Lord McClure was very handsome. As of recently he was unmarried. He was in his early 50's. His short cropped hair had a salt and pepper look to it, but his body was lean and muscular. I was 20 at the time, with shoulder length red hair, 36C breasts, 5'5" and just over 115 lbs. Due to my Irish heritage I could never tan worth a damn so I gave it up. If one was to put his picture next to mine the immediate assumption was that I was his concubine. In fact, that's exactly what I was to be.

I flew from the US to Edinburgh, Scotland in a large commercial airliner, and then flew on to Loverness in a smaller commuter jet. I was met at Loverness by a man with a vintage Rolls Royce Silver Cloud who opened the door for me and took my carry on bag as if I were royalty. His name was Pyles. He worked for Lord McClure. Pyles was Lord McClure's personal chauffer and was exceptionally polite to me despite the fact that he was 20 years my senior. In fact, he was all smiles. It made me a little embarrassed. Surely he knew why I was there. I had no doubt that there had been others, and would probably be others even while I was there. I really wasn't sure just exactly I was getting in to. He had a gentle manner, though. He asked me about myself, about where I was from, and we were soon talking like we were old friends.

When I saw the castle I began to get a tingling sensation throughout my body. My hottest, most erotic fantasy was about to come true. As far as anyone knew I was going to be a tour guide at a Scottish castle for the summer. Only my roommate knew the truth, and she would never tell. I was about to meet Lord McClure for the first time. I was to be his toy. The prospect of it excited and terrified me. However, if I was ever intending to turn my fantasy into reality this was the perfect opportunity. There would be no long term repercussions; no whispers to my friends; no crude jokes in the hallway. I would not open my Facebook to see lewd pictures of me plastered all over the internet. I was like an American Cinderella arriving at the castle; only I wasn't meeting Prince Charming and we weren't going to live happily ever after together. 

The castle had been modernized, though it still kept its historical appearance. There were cannons on the parapets, but they had not fired in generations. It was surrounded on three sides by water and accessed by a relatively flat approach that would have offered no shelter for an invading army. No such invaders had ever come. Hostile ships had passed near the castle, but due to the rocky shoals they had never come within the range of the cannons. The 12' tall entrance doors had been sealed and a traditional front door installed. Inside the lights were all electric, though they were made to resemble torches. The 24" thick outer walls were insulated and lined with sliced rock on the inside of the castle to maintain the look while keeping out the cold. The steps were still 2" thick oak and looked to be as old as the castle itself. It still had the feel of a traditional castle, but its owners had kept up with the times. The gargoyles on the roof had satellite dishes behind them. I was immediately entranced by the castle.

Pyles escorted me to the door where we were met by the lady of the castle. She was wearing a long black gown and was introduced as Lady Victoria. As Pyles went to park the car in the 10 bay garage, Lady Victoria led me up the oak steps to a room on the second floor which was to be my bedroom. "You may put your things in the dresser," she said. Her voice was soft and her manner very gracious, but I could tell from the force of her character that she gave the orders in the castle to all the staff. "Please make yourself at home. Lord McClure will be with you in a few moments."

My heart jumped as she said that. I could barely contain my excitement. After thanking her as graciously as I could I unpacked my bag and put what few things I had brought with me in the large oak dresser. Everything was made of oak it seemed; built to last through the ages, and probably none of it newer than a hundred years old. The large 4 post bed made no squeaks at all when I sat on it. The metal rings on the posts assured me that I would be tied to it soon. 

A strange looking table caught my eye. When I went over to it I could tell by the design that it was for spanking or sex. The leg planks had straps on them to hold down the subject's legs. They were wide enough that a man could easily stand between them for deep penetration. The inclined bench put the ass in the air in proper elevated position. A bar went across the front legs so the subject could grip it. There were velcro cuffs to secure the ankles, knees, lower back and wrists. I resisted the urge to climb up on it and see what it felt like. I knew I'd be strapped to it soon. A leather strap hung on the wall; like the kind a barber would use to sharpen his razor. I had no doubt I would feel that strap against my bare ass many, many times during the next few weeks. It sent a shudder of fear and erotic anticipation through my body.



I waited in the room and paced nervously; part of me afraid that the things that aroused my fear and passion were about to take place, and part of me fearful that they would not. As I waited I grew even more apprehensive. Why had I, a Midwestern girl from a good home with much promise agree to fly half way around the world to become the sex slave of someone I had yet to meet? Was I crazy, or was it just my own erotic passion that forced me to explore the forbidden and dangerous?

When the master of the house, Lord McClure, walked into the room I recognized him instantly from his pictures. I fell to my knees in an immediate submissive pose as he approached me. I waited nervously as I felt his eyes looking me over. After a moment he simply walked past me to seat himself in a chair.

"Rise, pet," he told me. "Strip for me completely. I want to know what exactly I'm getting." I stall had butterflies in my stomach but I stood quickly and removed all articles of clothing. I folded them neatly as I removed them, remembering this from a cyber play we had engaged in. Not folding my clothing had cost me a cyber whipping and I was sure the reality would hold true. He beckoned me forward and had me do a slow turn, arms up. Then he told me to put my back to him, bend over and part my cheeks. He looked me over like he was inspecting a side off beef, though he never actually touched me. Finally he told me to kneel. He then stood and walked to the door. 

"Lady Victoria has paperwork for you to fill out," he said. "Remain as you are until she arrives. 

It seemed like an hour that I spent kneeling on the cold wooden floor, but it was probably just ten minutes or so. Lady Victoria handed me a clipboard with about ten pages of what constituted a combination waiver of rights and an employment agreement. "Read and sign," she said.

The documents spelled out the chain of command perfectly. Lady Victoria was the matron of the castle and the one who carried out most acts of discipline, though anyone was allowed to discipline me if they thought I needed it. I was to address everyone as "Sir" or "Ma'am," with the exception of the master. Lord McClure was ALWAYS to be called Master. If I was sent to Lady Victoria with instructions for my discipline and I failed to represent exactly what was ordered, then that discipline would be doubled. My body would be the property to the master when he had desire for me and community property thereafter. I was not to speak to anyone unless spoken to and invited to speak. I would wear a temporary collar until such time as I proved worthy of a permanent one. I would always thank whoever disciplined me for their instruction. I would not look anyone in the eyes. I would never cum without permission, and I would never under any circumstances question the master or hesitate to follow his commands. The logical side of my brain told me to get out of there. It was not, however, in charge at the moment. My knees were shaking more than my hands were. Had Lady Victoria said the word "Cum," I would have; right there. 

Then it was time for my bath. Lady Victoria told me to follow her and she walked me, naked, down the hallway to the bathing area. The bathtub was huge; like a smaller version of a hot tub. In keeping with the stone and oak that ran throughout the castle the top was cut stone and the side walls were oak. It was lined with some kind of rubberized coating. As tubs go, it was the best I'd seen. There was plenty of room for two, though I would bathed by myself under the supervision of Lady Victoria. First, though, while the water was filling she gave me an enema. Letting her put the hose into my rectum and fill my bowels with water was not exactly what I thought to be foreplay, but this was about the master's pleasure, not mine. It was embarrassing as heck for me, but it only reinforced the fact that privacy was not a luxury I would be afforded.

Lady Victoria made sure I had a thorough scrubbing before telling me to get out of the tub. It felt kind of strange being bossed around like I was a child, but I figured I'd better get used to it. It was going to be that way all summer. After my bath she rubbed some lotion on me. I have no clue what it was, but it had a great scent. I was allowed to brush my hair and make myself look presentable, though I was NOT allowed any makeup. When I was done Lady Victoria told me that I looked "Good enough to fuck." She meant by herself, of course. I knew that after Master had his way with me she would next. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was looking forward to getting her hands on me. It made me wet just thinking of it.

She walked me over to a full length mirror so I could look myself over. I couldn't help but think that I looked like I was I was being prepared for an offering. I liked the way I look, though. With the collar around my neck and my face slightly flushed I looked just like one of the pictures of sex slaves I had seen. I couldn't wait to climb up on that four post altar and offer my body to Master Gordon.

Lady Victoria walked me into the room and then closed the doors, leaving master and I alone. Master was sitting in a chair in a robe, reading from a book. I walked to him, eyes down and knelt at his feet. He responded my lifting his feet and putting them on my shoulders. I knelt on the hard floor for what seemed like an eternity as he finished the chapter he was reading. The floor was very unforgiving, which my knees protested. It was humiliating and erotic at the same time. At length I heard the book close. Master took his feet off me and untied his robe. When it fell open he said, "Now, Pet. Show your worth."

I immediate stood on my knees and leaned forward to his lap. His cock looked just as it had in pictures; only thicker in real life. It was flaccid for the moment, but that condition would be only temporary. As my long hair fell over him and I ran my tongue very gently over his cock I could feel it beginning to stir. I used my open mouth and tongue to slide along the underside of his cock as he began to get harder. His hands reached down and slid around my hairline, pulling my hair back. Then he gripped my hair, pulled my head back roughly and slapped my face with his cock. "I like to see my pet's face when she sucks my cock," he said. 

"Yes, sir," I said as I began to kiss his cock. His grip remained on my hair for a moment as I slid my mouth down over his cock. I'd been practicing my deep throat technique with jellied vibes, but I was never allowed to play with anything larger than 6." Master's cock is all of 10" and very thick. I flattened my tongue and attempted to force his cock into my throat, but I gagged and nearly choked on it. My saliva coated his cock as I tried again. I could almost feel his stare of disapproval at my incompetence.

I reached down to caress Master's balls with one hand as I moved my hair back out of the way with the other. I really wanted to stroke him, but I knew that I was expected to use my mouth and nothing else. The pressure in my throat made my eyes water as I finally forced him into my throat. I felt like I was choking to death, but I didn't pull back. I breathed through my nose and pushed against him as the gag reflex eased up slightly. When I pulled back I coughed saliva over his cock. It dripped over his balls, coating that thick shaft completely.

I knew that it would get easier the next attempt. I took him again into my throat, pausing to let my throat get used to the feeling of being stretched. Then I felt his hands gripping my hair. He pulled me down, forcing his cock all the way into my throat. I knew not to resist or panic. After a moment he pulled me back up... and then back down. He stood up and began to fuck my throat just as if he was fucking my pussy. I pulled my hair back and looked into his eyes, then put my hands behind my back and laced my fingers. I could tell from his reaction that I'd finally done something right.

After a few moments he pulled back out of my throat. My saliva was all over my face as well as his cock and balls. I felt sloppy and messy, but I think he liked the look. He stood up and lifted me up in his arms, then tossed me onto the bed on my chest. I hit the bed and bounced slightly. The soft covers felt amazing under me. I couldn't help but think how Master and his staff paid attention to all the little things to make sure they had the best of everything.

Master reached out and slapped my left cheek with firm strike that sounded almost like a thunderclap in the otherwise quiet room. It immediately commanded my attention as his palm print burned into my creamy skin. "Spread your legs," he commanded. I immediately complied, but still received a matching palm print on the other cheek. "Wider," he said. I pushed them out as far as I could. When I was in high school I could do the splits. I hadn't even tried since then, but I was still pretty flexible. He was apparently satisfied. He gripped me by my hips and pulled me toward the end of the bed. Then I felt him strapping ankle cuffs on me and securing me to the four post bed with my legs splayed wide. 

He moved off the bed and walked around to my right side. A velcro wrist cuff was secured in place and then my wrist was secured to the post. I stretched out my left arm and waited as he walked around and secured that wrist as well. Without speaking he placed a pillow under my head and then lifted me to slide another under my hips. 

"Whose property are you?" He asked me.

"Yours Master," I replied. I certainly wasn't in any position to try his patience. My ass still burned but the heat of it was making me even more turned on.

"What can I do to you, Pet?" he asked me.

"Anything you desire, Master," I replied. He was testing my obedience, obviously.

"And you willingly submit to all in this house?" he asked me. "Or anyone I deem worthy of you?" There was a bit of a baritone tone to his voice; as if I were being questioned in court by a practiced attorney.


Scottish Locks



"Yes, Master. I will submit to anyone you place in authority over me." Just the act of saying the words made me squirm in excitement. Was I really this submissive, or was I fooling myself and simply playing out the game I started? I felt him climb up on the bed, between my legs. 

"Good, Pet," he said as he began to push his thick cock into me. I was surprised at how easily he entered me considering his size, but then I was already so wet I could feel dampness on the pillowcase beneath me. He entered me in one long, slow motion that made me gasp. His large body lowered over me and though he kept his weight on his hands and knees, he pressed onto me just enough for me to feel it as he eased his length completely inside me. 

It didn't take long for me to feel the building pressure that demanded release. From the angle of his penetration each thrust hit into my G spot. I began to writhe under him and tug at my restraints, though I knew I wasn't going anywhere. The sensations shot through my body as I tried to hold back, but like a river that had no other pathway my passion crashed against the dam of my resolve.

"Not yet, Pet," he told me. I tried to concentrate on ANYTHING other than the intense pleasure of his thick cock but it was a losing battle. I knew I was going to get into trouble and would most likely disappoint him at my lack of willpower but I couldn't contain myself any longer. Mercifully, I heard him say to me, "Cum, Pet. Now!"

I needed no more encouragement than that. I cried out and bucked against him wildly as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. Master gripped my hair and pulled my head back, pounding into me harder as my body shuddered under him. My release was wild and uncontrollable. The after effects left me panting and wet under him. Master was still hard. He had remarkable control, which I attributed to a LOT of practice. The drawer opened near me but I didn't even turn my head to look. I was lost in post orgasmic euphoria and for the moment that was all that mattered.

A cool sensation pressing against my anus immediately brought me back to reality. I felt pressure against my tight muscle which yielded to allow a well lubricated finger to enter. I closed my eyes on the pillow and tried to relax. Though my roommate had, as instructed, fingered my ass before, I had never had anything larger than a finger penetrate me. Master wanted to introduce me to anal sex personally, and he wanted me to remember the introduction. He slowly pulled his finger back out of my ass. I expected him to put a second finger in me and continue to stretch me, but instead I felt the thick head of his lubricated cock pushing against my ass. The pressure increased until the muscle yielded.

I felt a blinding hot pain in my ass. I thought at first he had torn me, but it was just the reaction of my tight anal muscles being forced to accept the entrance of his thick cock. He pushed into me slowly, not giving me time to get used to it. I sucked air and gasped as his hard cock invaded my ass. Looking back, I think I was probably yipping like a dog. I think he liked it. As soon as he was all the way in me he began to fuck me hard.

I was tied spread eagle on the bed so I couldn't move. My legs were cramping from being stretched so wide. He slammed into me so hard I pretty much bounced off the bed with each thrust. All I could do was keep myself as relaxed as possible and let him pummel me. My eyes were tightly closed and I was seeing stars. It was my first anal experience and Master was fucking the hell out of me. I bounced into the bed and arched back into his thrusts. I don't really know at what point the pain let up. I know I felt every thrust and it throbbed the entire time. When he was ready to cum he slowed way down and let the sensation pass. Then he picked up the pace again. It didn't take me long to figure out that Master loved anal sex, and that I was going to be getting a LOT of it this summer.

He fucked my ass for at least a half hour; maybe more like 45 minutes. He made me cum twice; but I don't know if it was despite the pain or because of it. When he finally reached his climax I expected him to pull out and shoot it in my face or something. He didn't. He gripped my shoulders and pulled his cock as deep in my ass as he could, and then he came. Judging by the number of times his body jerked and shot bursts of cum into my ravaged ass he must have really enjoyed himself. When he finished he rolled over beside me, breathing heavily. I could feel cool air on my rectum and I knew my ass was probably gaping open and drizzling cum. What I wouldn't have given for a close up picture of that.

"Pleasure and pain are both better the more intense they get," he said finally. "I am quite pleased with you, though you need a lot of training. Your training will be at times very harsh and at times very pleasurable. Sometimes both at once." He stood up and reached out to give my upturned ass a firm slap. I jumped, but managed not to cry out.

"You will wear a training collar at all times," he said. "Lady Victoria will see to your initiation." With that I heard him leave. My mind was swimming. I was still tied spread eagle to the bed with my ass in the air, and he was sending in Lady Victoria. I knew I was about to get the most intense and painful spanking of my life. I was almost shaking in fear... and anticipation.  



The anticipation lasted about ten minutes. From my position, tied spread eagle on the bed and face down with my hips elevated, there was no way I could see Lady Victoria enter. I could hear her, though. Her footfalls on the hardwood floor even sounded authoritative. She walked to the side of the bed and put what I thought to be a bag of some sort on the edge of the bed. 

"Greetings again, Pet," she said to me. "You and I are going to be such good friends." She leaned over me and slid a leather collar around my neck. Her fingers were cool and her nails were long, but filed smooth so they wouldn't scratch unless it was her intent to scratch. I tried to look at her but she was above and behind me so I could only see her shape from the edge of my peripheral vision. She adjusted the collar and locked it with a small lock. Then her hands gently smoothed over my shoulders to my lower back, and to my rump. She pulled my cheeks apart and traced a finger from my clit to my anus.

I was a bit embarrassed because I know Master's cum had been leaking out of my ass. I shouldn't have been, because that WAS what I was there for. "I see Master has used your asshole for its primary function," she said as she pushed her index finger into my ass to the second knuckle. "Now it's my turn to introduce the outside of your ass for ITS primary function. You DO know what this is, right pet?"

I knew better than to not answer this question. The proper answer was obvious. "To receive correction and punishment," I replied.

"Very good," she said. She rubbed her hand over my ass as she continued. "But more than correction and punishment, a good firm spanking inflicts pain. Pain and pleasure are linked. As the body reacts to pain, it releases chemicals that create pleasure. Once you climax from a firm spanking you'll know that what I say is true." Her hand rubbed over my ass and then suddenly pulled back and slapped me hard. It caught me completely off guard. I cried out and jumped what little bit I could move. I could feel the hand print burning into my ass. Lady Victoria liked to spank hard; obviously not so much into the warm up spanking. Little did I know this WAS my warm up.

She slapped my ass again, and then her swats began to rain down on my upturned ass. I couldn't even wiggle much because of how tightly I was secured. I couldn't help but to whimper and then cry out as Lady Victoria spanked me. My ass began to burn. I felt my eye becoming wet with tears. The spanking seemed to go on and one. There was no way I could turn or wiggle to escape Lady Victoria's firm hand. Just when I thought I couldn't take another swat, it stopped. Her slender fingers squeezed my buttocks gently as she massaged the burning skin. I couldn't deny that the spanking, though painful, had me squirming and aroused.

"You did well Pet," she said. "For the first time. You've been spanked before?"

I had no doubt that she already knew the answer to this question, just as I had no doubt that trying to pass off a fib would have some very unpleasant consequences. "Yes, Ma'am.;" I answered. I was trying to control my breathing and not sound like some school girl who had just been put over her daddy's knee. "I was disobedient to Master a few times and he had my roommate spank me. Other than that, not since puberty."

"It's a pity," she said. "You have a fine, spankable ass. You do tense up and clench, though. That's not acceptable. It's much nicer to watch if your ass react to the spanking if isn't clenched. But we'll train you to take a spanking properly." She released my buttocks and I could tell she was reaching into her bag to get something. A moment later she pulled my cheeks apart and pressed something hard and slimy feeling against my anus. She pushed it inside me until I felt a knot of some kind. It was about 3" long and not especially thick. She squeezed my cheeks together and I felt whatever it was beginning to burn.

"This is called figging," she said. "What you have in your ass is a peeled ginger root. I keep it in the fridge for a few days so it builds potency. When you squeeze or tense your ass the burn intensifies, like it's doing now. After a few moments it will burn so badly that you won't want to tense your ass, even when being spanked."

As she squeezed my cheeks together I began to feet the ginger burning in my ass. I tried to squirm but she held me securely. The burn intensified and I began to whimper, but she continued to squeeze. "You'll be glad to know that the ginger root also causes your body to release chemicals that heighten your pleasure as well as your pain. All of your spankings will include the root until you learn to properly take a spanking. When you are ready for me to stop squeezing your ass, just say 'Please spank me Miss Victoria,' and I will begin."

The ginger root in my ass felt just like someone had peeled a red hot pepper and stuck it in me. I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to fight against the tears. "Pleas spank me, Miss Victoria," I cried out. I'd say anything to stop the burning in my ass. I knew I was in for a lot more, but anything that gave me a momentary break from the fire raging in my sensitive anal tissues was welcome, I thought. Boy, was I wrong.

She released my rump and moved off the bed. I felt immediate relief from the burning. It didn't stop, but it was greatly reduced. A moment later I felt a gentle tapping on the bottom side of my buttocks. It was my first experience with the rattan cane. The tapping stopped, there was a swishing sound, and suddenly I felt the most intense pain I had ever felt as the cane struck my ass and left an angry red welt. I screamed. I didn't have time to prepare for the next one, which crashed into my ass again, leaving another deep welt. 

"Only ten this time," Lady Victoria told me. "Just to give you a taste."

I knew better than to ask her to stop. I wasn't really capable of asking anything. When I heard the whistling of the cane I clenched, making my anus burn and then the cane would strike me; each time in a different place. I could feel the welts forming immediately on my ass. By the fifth strike I was blubbering like a baby, and I still had five more to go. My ass was on fire. I kept telling myself it was almost over. I stopped clenching after the seventh strike because the ginger root in my ass was burning too much. 

When it was finally over I lay there feeling the wetness of my tears on the pillow. Lady Victoria slid a vibe into my pussy. Surprisingly, I was so wet it slid right in. She pulled it out and brought it up to put it in my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, kind of amazed at how much of my juices were on it. It was a revelation to me how turned on I was by the pain and punishment. 

"You're a naughty little slut," Lady Victoria told me. "You're going to cum from being spanked." Earlier that day there was no way I would have believed that. Now I knew I was going to, and there would be no respite from the pain until I did.

She went into her bag again and took out what I very quickly discovered was a flogger. She began to work it over my ass and my upper thighs. It didn't sting as much because she wasn't swinging it very hard, although she did give me a couple of very hard lashes on my rump every few minutes. She slapped the side of my breasts with the flogger and even used it to whip against my pussy. It reddened my skin every place it touched. I squirmed as she used it over my body and cried out when she whipped me hard with it. After the cane, though, it wasn't nearly so bad. She was using it to produce a more uniform burn, though I could picture her smiling with glee when she whipped me hard with it.

When she stopped using the flogger I could feel the burn over the sides of my breasts, my upper thighs, and over every inch of my ass. Lady Victoria put her hand on my lower back and slid a finger into my pussy. Then she used the wet finger to swirl around my clit. I began to squirm as my body responded to the pleasure. There was no denying that despite the pain and embarrassment, I was very much turned on. I felt her hand move to the base of the ginger root. She gripped it and began to thrust it back and forth in my ass. It burned as my muscles gripped it tightly. I squirmed under her touch, barely believing that I was being ass fucked with a ginger root and was actually getting very aroused by it.

When she stopped and pushed the root into place I was almost disappointed that the burning lessened. Was it the burning, or was it the way my body was responding to it that was driving me wild? I've never been a pain slut, but the intensity was getting to me.

"You'll love the paddle, Pet," she told me. "It makes a lost delicious sound when is strikes bare flesh."

I could cry out, beg for mercy or plead to go home, but I knew regardless of what I said or did Lady Victoria was going to do exactly as she wanted to me. If I made her think this was her only chance with me, it would probably be even more intense. I didn't want to leave. This castle was an incredible place and this was all so erotic. If I could just survive the initial spanking I would be all right. "Please, Miss Victoria," I gasped out, almost in self defense. "Spank me."

The sound of the paddle slapping against my ass literally echoed off the walls. I screamed. As the paddle fell again and again on my ass I screamed out. I writhed around. I tensed my muscles on the ginger root only to feel the burn and immediately relax, then take the horrible blows from the wooden paddle on my already sore ass. There was no escaping the wrath of that paddle. It jarred my body with every contact. My ass was on fire and each strike inflamed it worse. I was destined to get 20 whacks, and they were coming one after the other with no breaks in between. 

I cried out. By hips bucked, and I came. I came hard! It was one of the most earth shattering orgasms of my life. I guess I must have reached my 20 mark about that time because as I was on the down side of the intense orgasm the paddle stopped and Lady Victoria moved in to rub my burning ass. I can't really say it made it feel better. My ass was numb and at the moment numb was a good thing. I gasped for breath as I struggled to come to terms with the fact that I was being beaten nearly to death and that I had climaxed from it. 

"I new you'd love the paddle, Pet," Lady Victoria said to me. Her hands massaged the feeling back into my burning ass. I knew I wouldn't, but I had already managed to survive the cane, the crop and the paddle.

"I... I don't think I can take any more, Miss Victoria," I said. I knew that was not what she wanted to hear, but I had to say it. I hated to. I felt like I was babying out, even though I'd already taken a lot of punishment. It wasn't going to end, though. Lady Victoria had already decided.

"Nonsense, Pet. You're doing magnificently. You're the best ever. And we've had our share. We're almost done here. Then you can meet the rest of the staff."

Wonderful. I was going to be paraded around with my ass glowing like a heat lamp. Naturally, I would be naked, so everyone could see the new slut. I shuddered at the thought. It was a good shudder, though. I couldn't wait for the humiliation. Was I always this submissive? Could I have just not known? I was sure I was not the best ever. I figured I was probably about the worst. 

"The leather paddle will be your favorite, Pet," Lady Victoria said to me. "There's nothing like the sweet feel of leather against your skin. We'll do 40 of these."

The leather paddle, I soon found out, had air holes in it to enable it to make a more intense strike. Unlike the leather paddle, it wrapped around the contours of my ass to leave its mark more completely. It wasn't quite as intense as the wooden paddle, but it wasn't far behind it. Lady Victoria reached under me and massaged my clit as she began to wail on my ass with the leather paddle. I squirmed and cried out each time the paddle struck me. There wasn't any part of my ass that didn't feel lit it was on fire. Lady Victoria was not one to administer anything other than a very hard strike. I found myself mentally counting down how many of the painful strikes I would have to endure. I was pretty sure that this was the last of the series of things I would be spanked with, which gave me some hope for respite at the end of it all.

One or two strikes on a fresh bottom would be enough to cause a serious burning. My bottom was anything but fresh after having endured a hand spanking, a caning, a flogging and a paddling. I lost track of how many strikes I had received and of how long I had spent being spanked. It seemed like hours. After twenty strikes or so Lady Victoria paused to remove the ginger root. At least the burning on the INSIDE of my ass began to ease. There were many more swats after that. It did no good to try to squirm away because I was secured too tightly to do make any difference. There was no escaping the punishment anyway. Even if I could, it would only start again from the beginning.

Finally the paddling stopped. I lay on the bed soaked in sweat with the pillow wet from my tears. It was all I could do to gasp out, "Thank you, Miss Victoria, for spanking me." I wasn't feeling too thankful, actually. I thought she spanked me way too hard and way too long, but I was thankful I had survived the initiation spanking. 

I felt something cool being rubbed first on and then in my ass as Lady Victoria press a long, manicured finger inside me. Her finger was coated with some kind of cool lubricant because the burning from the ginger root which had almost disappeared stopped almost immediately. Moments later I felt a dull pressure against my anus and suddenly I realized that Lady Victoria was pushing a thick strappy against it. The muscle resisted at first, and then yielded to the pressure. The jelly coated dong slipped several inches into my ass. I let out a loud gasp as a sudden stab of pain struck me there. 

I tightened up at the pain, which was the wrong thing to do. I quickly realized that and relaxed my muscles. She was going to fuck me in the ass and that's all there was to it. One thing that did make this time easier than the last was that she went slowly. She pushed it in a couple of inches and stopped, then pushed it in a couple more inches and stopped. It was almost like she was trying to make love to me rather than simply to fuck me. She reached around to stroke my clit as she pushed the strappy deep into my ass. I have no idea how big it was, but it felt huge, but smaller than Master's cock. When it was all the way in me she held it there for about half a minute before beginning to thrust.




Scottish Locks



Each time her body slapped against mine it was like being spanked again. It shot a charge of pain and excitement through my body. It's hard to describe why it felt good to me. I guess maybe I WAS becoming a pain slut. I came within three minutes. I barely had time to seek and receive permission. Lady Victoria wasn't satisfied, of course. She continued fucking my burning ass and making me cum. I must have had five climaxes before she finally pulled out of my ass. When she did I whimpered out, "Thank you, Miss Victoria for fucking me."

"Good girl," she said. She then picked up the leather paddle and rewarded me with a swat across my ass just as hard as she could swing. I fell into the pillow and cried out from the burning. Lady Victoria sat the paddle aside and began to unlatched my ankles and wrists. "Come Pet," she told me. "We have so much to do."

I had been strapped to the bed so long I could barely walk. Of course, some of that had to do with the fact that my ass was severely inflamed. Lady Victoria snapped a leash on my collar and walked me to the bathroom so I could empty my bladder. She did insist that I NOT wash anything but my hands. What cum and sweat was on my body must stay there. I was very glad for the opportunity to use the restroom. Being tied to a bed doesn't leave you any opportunity to excuse yourself for a moment. 

As I walked out of the restroom I steeled myself for what was to come. I'd passed the initiation. Now I was what I had come here to become; a sex slave. I felt differently about the collar around my neck. It was more than a symbol of submission and servitude. I'd earned it the hard way. Lady Victoria gripped my leash and led me down the corridor. Her footsteps on the oak floor echoed off the stone walls. I was barefoot and nude so my steps made very little noise.

We stopped off in the kitchen. There were several servants in there, nude but for their aprons and shoes, and the little nets that secured their hair to keep it out of the food. They paid us little attention as they scurried around to get the dinner ready. A somewhat rotund woman who looked to be in her early fifties came over to us. I did NOT make eye contact. I knew better than that.

"Gretchen, this is the new pet," Lady Victoria said. She slapped me on the ass with the end of the leash, but I was already going to my knees in subservience. The cool tile was hard and unforgiving, but that didn't really bother me that much. I slipped my hands behind me and bowed my head. I could hear the heavy woman walking around me and checking me over. I could almost feel her eyes staring at the redness and puffy welts that I knew had to have covered my rump, but she made no comment about that.

"How's her tongue?" Gretchen asked. My tongue? It took me a second to figure that one out.

"I haven't discovered that yet," Miss Victoria said. "Would you like to be the first?"

"Yes, thank you, Victoria," the woman said. There was a rustle as she stepped out of her panties, and then she lifted her skirt over my head and straddled me. I didn't dare hesitate. With my fingers laced behind me I attacked her sweaty pussy with the eagerness of a new lover, liking up her pungent sweat like it was the sweetest honey ever. As I began to lap my tongue over her clit I could feel her shudder. The fresh juices that greeted my tongue were much more palatable. I was certainly not a lesbian, but I put every ounce of passion I could into licking her pussy and making her cum.

Gretchen let out a low moan and her fingers laced into my hair, gripping it tightly. I had no intention of pulling away, and she had no intention of letting me. I worked my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, and then pulled back to lightly chewed her clit. The late night sessions with my college roommate had taught me well. In a matter of minutes Gretchen was panting and rocking her hips against my wet face. She lifted her skirt high so that Lady Victoria could get a good view of what I was doing. That tightly trimmed blonde and grey haired pussy looked less inviting with the light shining on it, but I was too involved to care. Gretchen gave a sharp cry and bucked against me furiously as her juices coated my face. 

When she stepped back away from me, I looked up with slickened cheeks and her cum glistening on my chin. I only looked to her chest, though, not willing to risk eye contact. "Thank you, Miss Gretchen," I said softly. Miss Victoria yanked on my leash for me to get up. We had others to see.... And more people for me to service, of course.

One of Miss Gretchen's assistants was a young man named Steven. When we were introduced I immediately went to my knees to kneel. This time I was on my knees before Lady Victoria had time to swat me with the end of the leash. I could tell this pleased her, though she would say nothing of the kind. 

"Pet, why don't you show Steven how happy you are to see him?" she asked. I immediately unfastened his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock was small when I pulled it free of his boxers and put it into my mouth, though it managed to grow much larger very quickly. My hands gripped his hips as I began to bob on him. The tip of his cock stabbed into my throat and he continued to grow until I estimated he was a little over about 6" long with a respectable girth. 

Steven reached his hands down and put them on the back of my head. I could taste pre-cum and I knew he wasn't going to last long. He was young, though, and what he lacked in staying power I was sure he would make up for with his ability to recover quickly. I felt him beginning to tense in my mouth. I presumed that his girl friends had probably pulled away at this point, but I continued sucking him eagerly until his fingers gripped my hair tightly and he began to mouth fuck me with frenzy. I had to pull back and stroke him with my hand as he unleashed a torrent of cum in my mouth. I didn't want it down my throat. When he finished I sat back and gargled until cum dripped from my cheeks before swallowing.

Steven thanked me for the blowjob before I had the chance to thank him for allowing me. I did thank him, though, as soon as I could speak. He seemed very appreciative, and obviously hadn't counted on this particular perk to his summer job. Miss Victoria said in a terse voice, "Don't thank her, that's what she's for." Was she mad at me? I found out a few moments later when I was returned to my room and ordered to get onto the spanking bench.

The prospect of even more punishment had me whimpering in fearful anticipation. She said nothing further as she secured my wrists and ankles to the bench and walked over to take the strap from the wall. Finally as she approached me, I had to know. 

"Miss Victoria, may I ask what I've done wrong?" I asked. I thought I'd been especially obedient; primarily because I didn't want to end up exactly where I was at the moment. My mind raced as I waited, feeling guilty but not sure of my sin.

"You are NOT here to show off and make people think you are special," she said. With that she brought the leather strap against my ass hard. I cried out and felt my body tense. I would have jumped at least two feet had I been able to move. "You are a slave." She said the words slowly, punctuating each with painful strikes that burned deep into my still crimson ass. I knew it had to be just a mass of welts, though I had not been permitted to touch it. The burn got worse with each strike as each seemed to find its own special location to maximize the impact. 

Mercifully, I only received ten lashes with the leather strap. When she walked back to hang up the strap I was sure she was going to return with the cane or some other instrument of punishment, but she simply walked to the door. "We dine in an hour," she said. Then she walked away, leaving the door open and leaving me on the bench. 

Two other people came to pay me a visit, though neither said anything to me. The first one simply walked in, fucked me for about ten minutes and then walked around to cum in my mouth. The second fucked me in my ass for what seemed like a half hour and then came all over the reddened flesh. He rubbed it in like it was skin lotion. It actually felt good, though the burn was beginning to be much less intense.

When it was time to get ready for dinner, Miss Victoria came in and released me, then let me use the restroom and wash up. When I came out she secured my wrists behind my back with the leather cuffs I was never allowed to take off. Then she led me, naked of course, into the dining area. Master sat at the head of the table. Lady Victoria's place was to his right, at the side of the table. My place was on the floor between them, on a reasonably comfortable padded rug. I was allowed to rest my rump on my heels, though it felt better to not sit. 

Dinner consisted of steak and chicken with steamed asparagus and some absolutely delicious pastry. I was fed strips of food from Master and from Miss Victoria. There was conversation during dinner, but none of it directed at me. It was as if I were the pet dog, gleefully accepting table scraps and happy to have them. There were some others at the table I hadn't met, but I couldn't see over the table to even know how many there were. I would discover later during the evening that there were three couples. I would know this because I would provide oral services for each of them.

After dinner came cocktails for the guests and, of course, oral servitude for me. I was cuffed the entire time, which made it awkward. I had to be very careful because I knew that if I made any missteps I would be escorted back to the spanking table. I was not invited to speak and other than semen and the juices from the ladies I was not offered a drink of my own. Lady Victoria did let me take a few drinks from a daiquiri she had, but I was there to service, not to be serviced. 

When I had made my rounds and had pleasured each of the guests, Miss Victoria led me out of the house and over to the garage. It was a cool evening and I could feel the wetness of the dew on the grass as I walked in bare feet. It was a little cool to be paraded around naked, but we didn't have far to go so despite the goose bumps that formed I really wasn't shivering. The garage was warm and clean. It housed Master's favorite cars; each facing toward overhead doors which were on either side of the building. We walked between the rows of expensive looking vehicles toward Pyles, who was carefully polishing the fender of the Rolls Royce he had used to get me from the airport.

"My turn, Miss Victoria?" Pyles asked. He looked to Lady Victoria, not me. Of course, he would have plenty of time to examine me when we were alone as it appeared we would be. I liked Pyles, which is good because otherwise I would have been very apprehensive about being taken to the remote building and left with a man I didn't know.

"Yes, Pyles," she said in her regal and elegant voice. "Please bring her to the house at ten so she can get cleaned up for bed."

A glance at the clock showed that it was seven PM. We stopped in front of the man and I quickly went to my knees to kneel in submission to him. The concrete was rough and hard on my knees, but hopefully I wouldn't have to kneel long. Pyles seemed like a pretty easy going guy. I figured he was probably going to fuck me, but that we would have some fun hanging out as well. Lady Victoria grabbed my hair and jerked it back. "Behave!" she warned.

"Yes, Miss Victoria," I answered. She released me and turned to walk away. As she did, I breathed a sigh of relief. She made me nervous. She was like the overly uptight teacher that you loved and hated at the same time. You always wanted to please her, but nothing ever seemed to be enough. Unlike the teacher though, Miss Victoria took great pride in administering painfully intense discipline.

Pyles waited until Lady Victoria had gone before walking over to me and giving a little smirk. He obviously liked me better this way than in the car; a naked slut kneeling at his feet as opposed to a guest of the Master to be chauffeured to the castle with respect. He reached down and gently caressed the side of my face before gripping my leash and leading me over near the front of the garage. 

There was a set of chains on pulleys with a hook at the end and a long loop of chain that was used to raise or lower the hook. At the moment the hook was all the way on the floor. He led me to it and told me to stand still, which I did. He then put what I determined to be a spreader bar on the hook and had me work my legs further and further apart until it was difficult to stand. Then he secured my ankle cuffs to the bar and began to pull on the chain loop. I leaned back against him as my legs were lifted higher and higher. When they were up high enough he simply let go of me and I swung upside down, hanging from the ankle cuffs. He continued until I was at the desired height, and then he hooked the looped chain back out of the way. 

He stepped back and took off his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and then tossing it aside. I estimated that Pyles was in his late 50's, but he seemed to be in pretty good shape. He leaned against the front of a car to pull off his boots, though he left his socks on. The floor was cold, after all. His jeans were next, and then his boxers. 

Pyles had a thick cock that, even semi-erect, looked pretty impressive. He stepped toward me and slipped it into my mouth, which I opened for him as soon as I saw it in front of my lips. I was hanging upside down with my wrists cuffed behind my back and my legs spread wide along the spreader bar. The ankle cuffs were wide so they didn't cut into my ankles too badly. Pyles reached under my shoulders and partially supported my weight by lifting up my shoulders. His tongue slid over my clit and I felt a rush of excitement.

I nearly gagged as he began mouth fucking me. His thick cock got even thicker as it jammed into my throat. I felt saliva spilling over my face as I tried to keep my throat relaxed and tried to concentrate on the sensations of his tongue over my labia and my clit. The blood rushed to my head. I could feel my face getting flush as I hung upside down, but it put my throat in the perfect position for fucking. My clit was very well exposed to Pyles' tongue. I could feel the passion building. It wasn't long before I was squirming in pleasure. I had to breathe through my nose when I could because Pyles was pumping his thick cock into my throat.

There was no way I could ask permission to cum, so I figured this was one of those times it couldn't really be held against me. I felt my muscles tighten and then I simply let go, cumming furiously as Pyles attacked my pussy and clit with his tongue. As the passion eased and I began to return to sanity, Pyles slipped out of my throat and left me hanging for a moment. He walked over to the bench and picked up a plastic bottle with a pointed tip. It was marked "Gear Lube." He stood in front of me and poured the lube onto his thumb and over my anal muscle. After pushing his thumb deep into my ass, he pulled it back out and put the tip of the gear lube bottle in my ass.

I didn't particularly like the idea of gear lube being dumped in my ass, but I later found out that it was just regular lubricant in a gear lube bottle. He WANTED to freak me out, which of course he did. He gave the bottle a squeeze to force some of the lube into my ass and then he returned the bottle to its previous location. When he came back to me he unhooked my wrists and let me shake them for a moment to get the circulation back. Then he hooked them to the bar beside my ankles, effectively hanging me hog tied from the chains.

He lowered me down to waist level and again secured the looped chain out of the way. Then he put the tip of his cock against my well lubed entrance and began to push slowly. I took a deep breath as I felt the pressure increasing. Older man or not, Pyles had a thick cock. I let out a gasp as my muscle finally yielded and he slid into my ass. He stopped there, though, and gave me a moment to get used to the intrusion. Pyles was a gentleman. He never pulled back, but when he saw me squirming from the discomfort of his cock up my ass he stopped to let my body adjust. It didn't take long for him to wedge his thick cock completely in my ass. I could feel his slightly clammy hands gripping my hips as he swung me back and forth. His pelvis slapped my cheeks as he began to fuck me harder.

Master had made sure that I was no stranger to anal sex prior to arriving in Scotland, but he also made sure that my experiences were limited. On this my first day I had already experienced more anal encounters than I had in my lifetime before arriving, and with larger dicks. Pyles' cock wasn't as long as the master's, but it was every bit as thick. For an older man he had remarkable staying power. It must have helped that he stopped every once in a while to slap his cock against me. He massaged my clit with his thumb as he fucked me and even though my ass ached from the prolonged intrusion I came three times before he at last gave a grunt and began to shoot his cum into my ass. My arms and legs ached from hanging in that position. My anal muscles remained dilated as he slid out of me. I could feel the cool air against my gaping ass as his cock was pulled from my throbbing ass. His cum dripped from my well used orifice to the concrete floor. 

Pyles unhooked my ankles from the spreader bar and lowered them gently to the floor. I stood on shaky knees as his cum continued to seep down my thighs. He said nothing as he unhooked my wrists from the bar. Then he led me a couple of steps away from the chain hoist. 

The well hung chauffer lifted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walked with me outside. He took me to a small gazebo that was located behind the garage and eased me into a hot tub which was in the center of the gazebo. As I slumped into the hot water he climbed in with me and let out a sigh. The water felt amazingly good. I leaned my head back against the side wall and closed my eyes. I wasn't just tired. I was exhausted. The hot water felt like molten lava on my bottom, which had nearly quit burning before I was placed in the hot tub. I was just too tired to do anything about it.

"Pet!" I heard the unmistakable sound of Lady Victoria's voice and my eyes flashed open. I was lying on a leather sofa in the front part of the garage, covered with a blanket. Another blanket was rolled up under my head. Pyles was near by, waxing one of the cars. I immediately began to panic, thinking I had done something wrong. I tossed the blanket back and rolled to the floor, kneeling and putting my hands behind me.

"Yes, Miss Victoria. I'm sorry. I must have..."

She cut me off by holding up her hand. "Shhh. Come now. You must get ready."

Lady Victoria clipped the leash again onto my collar and I followed as she led me back to the house. I knew I was going to the spanking table, though I didn't know exactly what I had done wrong. I was shocked when I was taken to the bath area. As two other girls bathed me and made me look presentable, Lady Victoria fed me strips of prime rib and sliced fried potatoes. There was a desert as well; a pie of sorts only rolled and baked in a shell. It was delicious. The girls fixed my hair and I was given an actual red negligee to wear. The cuffs were not removed, but they were no linked. When I was deemed to be presentable, I was led; by hand this time, not by the lease; to the master's bedroom. Lady Victoria stepped in with me, bowed to him and stepped out, closing the doors behind her.

"Come, Pet. Let me look at you," Master said to me before I could even kneel. I did as he complied; walking to his bed and making a slow turn for him so that he could examine me. He looked me over and then reached out to slowly run his hands over my body. I stood still as he undressed me slowly, enjoying the process of disrobing me.