Pt. 03: Rebellion

Part 3

Rebellion

37

The first week in January Richard received an Email asking them to meet Graham Weston. No details were given just a request to contact Grace Edwards and arrange a time to suit them, but hopefully before the weekend. His intension was to finish work early on Friday, pick Kate up from the gallery and then go over to the Oakham offices.

“Thanks for coming in at short notice Richard,” Weston said, “it’s much appreciated.” Kate’s mind flashed back to her earlier visits when she had received the same treatment: Weston ignoring her and talking to Richard. After some informal chat he got down to the business at hand.

“Well Richard, let’s get to the purpose of your visit. Colonel Mason and I both agree that Catherine has completed her training and is ready for use by the members. She’s open and available in all three orifices, has learnt to accept and tolerate quite severe punishment and has the social skills to be a credit to the group.” He paused to await an initial response from Richard.

“I’m pleased she’s met your requirements Graham. I have to say that I’ve been surprised and impressed with how far she’s advanced in a relatively short time.”

“Quite so, and I’m sure, she has a lot more to offer. Now, let me inform you of how we’ve decided to use her. The Foundation runs a member’s club-The Boardroom-here in the capital, which relies on the use of the women for serving and entertaining the members. Briefly put, the club is run by a manager, employs full time staff for catering and bar duties but uses our ladies for serving the guests, general cleaning, waiting on tables etc. During an evening there are approximately twelve slaves on duty, more at weekends and for special events. After serving the evening meal the slaves are used by the members for entertainment. The club is also the place where private slaves are punished for indiscretions should their partners wish it to be a public proceeding. Of course we often choose to have our own slaves, like Catherine here, punished in public just for the entertainment value it offers.”

Listening to him talk brought the familiar lump to Kate’s throat. She’d signed herself over to be used and in her fantasies she’d imagined what it would be like, now she was going to find out the reality. The mere thought of it started that familiar tingling low in her stomach. She would be used and others would watch her being used, groped and beaten. She was not even being asked for her opinion or agreement, she’d already given it, there would be no consultation.

“Sometimes,” Weston continued, “there will be physical pleasure in it for her, but mostly the only pleasure will be gained from the knowledge that she’s serving others. The members seem to take great delight in the maltreatment of our more sophisticated ladies: they relish their degradation. So what can be guaranteed is an abundance of humiliation and pain, but then, if she’s half the slut we’ve come to think she is, that will please her no end.”

“I’m sure it will,” Richard confirmed.

“Service at the club,” Weston continued, “will take her exposure to new levels. The members and staff come from various walks of life so she’ll always be wondering if the person she meets in the street, in the Bank queue, or in a shop was the same person who used her cruelly the night before or maybe the person who watched her being used in some demeaning way.”

“And the punishments you mentioned, how are they decided?” Richard asked. Kate thought he would no doubt be eager to get her on the list as soon as possible.

“We get back into that grey area here,” Weston explained, “because most aren’t punishments as such…the woman’s done nothing wrong. Perhaps we should say entertainment of a more physical nature. Men like to see women in pain and enduring suffering, it seems to hold a perverse fascination to them.”

Kate took a sideways look at Richard, telling him she knew he was certainly one of those, he looked away quickly.

“We don’t go in for making up petty reasons to justify punishing our slaves, we don’t need to.”

“And you can assure me that when in service to the members she won’t be permanently harmed or be subjected to abuse?”

“No Richard, certainly not. It’s an absolute requirement that they won’t be harmed, or used in any way which will have permanent consequences. Of course she’ll suffer pain, that goes without saying, accepting it is a measure of her obligation. That’s not abuse. Abuse is belittling, damaging and evil, and will not be tolerated. The humiliation and embarrassment she’ll feel is her problem and hers alone. They only occur by considering what others think of your behaviour, and that is of no concern to us. She’ll be there to do as she’s told, not to think about the opinions of others.”

“I’m pleased to hear it, and I’m sure that she’ll perform her duties well. She’s determined to reach her goal.”

“That’s admirable. The gesture of giving her body to be used in this way may result in the submissive pleasure she’s seeking, or it may not. It may turn out that what she’s really seeking is to be dominated, to be abused for the pleasure of others. In the former case the pleasure is gained from giving, in the latter the pleasure comes from receiving.”

For the first time since entering his office Weston spoke directly to her.

“Catherine, it may be that you decide neither is what you want and that’s understandable to us. If that’s the case then you must speak up and say so, nobody’s forcing you to do this and you’re free to leave at any time.”

“Yes Sir, I understand that, thank you.”

All that she’d heard delighted Kate. She had a strong desire to be used and felt a craving for the humiliation but she also saw a requirement to be punished, thereby absolving her of her guilt. She’d enjoyed behaving like a slut, and being taken by strangers, but was she supposed to enjoy it so much? No, she told herself, she wasn’t. But it didn’t matter, the punishments would exonerate her.

“When would you like her to start?” Richard asked.

“As soon as possible, all arrangements have been made and her uniform’s ready. I would think a week night would be best, it’s less busy then and there will be more time for one of the other ladies to show her the ropes, sorry about the pun, unintentional I assure you. What about Thursday, that would be good for us?”

“That sound fine, Thursday it is. I’m sure that’ll suit her.”

38

“What time’s Elizabeth picking you up?” Richard asked as she finished getting ready.

“Six thirty. I’m so glad she’ll be there for my first time, I’m nervous enough as it is, having her there will be great, thanks for arranging it.”

“It wasn’t a problem: Robin said she was due to be sent soon anyway, so it just gave him a nudge. This is a big step you know, different from what you’ve experienced so far.”

“How do you mean? I’ve had all sorts done to me, what else is there?”

“Well this will be public, totally open for all to see. Up until now it’s been private. Tonight it will be no limits use and you’re committed.”

“I know, I hope I don’t chicken out and make a fool of myself.”

“Of course you won’t. You wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this; you’re too dirty and desperate.”

“Richard! What sort of a woman do you think I am?” Her mock virtue would fool nobody.

As he watched her work on the final preparations to her make-up, Richard examined his own thoughts. As always he was proud of her, astonished that she could put herself forward to be subjected to the treatment she was sure to receive. He wondered if she was aware of what might lie ahead and whether she could she take it? Oh she could take the physical side, she already had, but it was the effect it would have on her that would be different. The spanking, whipping and sexual use she’d experienced so far had been carried out by her trainers, people in the role due to their knowledge and wisdom. Once at this club she’d be available to ‘normal’ people, those with no finesse or consideration of her needs. How would she handle being given orders by somebody she felt didn’t deserve the position of power they found themselves in? Would she rebel or accept? He found the hardest part was seeing her humiliated, he felt for her, felt sorry for her, and wanted to step in and take her out of the situation. Then he would remind himself that the humiliation was her big turn on. It was hard for him to understand, but no more than her understanding his arousal when seeing her punished.

“I think I’m ready, how do I look?”

“You look like you always do, gorgeous.”

“Flatterer.”

“Kate…”

“Yes?”

“When you get back will you promise to tell me everything, give me all the detail of what you had to do?”

“You know I will, I promise, but you might not like it. As you said this is new territory, no limits stuff with unknown people.”

“I know, but that’s the thrill isn’t it, and if I didn’t get to know it wouldn’t be us sharing the experience, I’d miss out.”

“I love you darling and promise to share it all, whatever it is.” She kissed and hugged him.

“There’s the car come on,” he said, “I’ll be there to pick you up later. Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.”

The club building looked to be early Victorian, red brick with sandstone moulding around the small windows and doorways, perhaps a warehouse or factory in its previous life.

“Here we are then, are you ready, are you going through with it?” Elizabeth wanted confirmation.

“Of course, I’ve suffered enough to get here, and I’ve high hopes for this bit.”

They entered the main door to be faced with a modern reception area. Elizabeth greeted Sally, the girl at the desk, before introducing Kate.

“Nice to meet you, Kate,” she said, “I was told to expect you. Here’s the locker code.”

“Who’s the supervisor tonight?” Elizabeth asked.

“Mrs. Banks.”

“Oh, crikey, we’d better get going then, come on, see you later Sally.”

Making their way through a door marked ‘Private’, they climbed the stairs.

“We’re in here,” Elizabeth said, opening the door to a modern looking changing room, as would be found in any gymnasium. “That’s your locker there; the code is on the card Jane gave you.” Elizabeth opened her own locker. “There are showers through there if you need them: a lot of girls come straight from work, and the cupboard over there has enemas, creams, lubricants and stuff like that, you just help yourself as and when. We’d better get ready now before Mrs. Banks comes to check us.”