Later that evening, as the two women were having dinner in the restaurant at The Angel Hotel. Rhiannon glanced at the wine list, saying. “I think that Champagne may be in order, don’t you? I would say that was quite a successful day, all things considered.” Her friend Mel nodded her agreement. She was beginning to warm to Wales. In addition to their success with persuading Hugh to accepting their terms of employment the price of Champagne was less here than a bottle of Prosecco in one of the trendy London bars near where she lived.
In truth their negotiations with Hugh Llewellyn had involved very little more than a total capitulation on the part of their potential new employee. Once he had obeyed Rhiannon’s unusual order to get down on his knees and worship Mel’s boots the balance of power between them had swung decisively in favour of the two women. Rhiannon had watched her own choreography with growing satisfaction, this man was now most definitely dancing to their tune. Whilst she would have been reluctant to describe herself as a feminist the idea of having total control over Hugh held a massive appeal to her. She was well aware of the vast and nebulous hinterland of the fetish scene that surrounded the subject of female domination, however her motivation was primarily derived from the huge kick that she derived from having potentially unrestrained power over a man, to be able to take him firmly in hand and do with him exactly as she chose.
Now she looked forward to moulding his personality in a manner that enhanced her power over him to a still greater degree. She guessed that Hugh, as a fit and healthy man, just coming into the prime of life would be sexually driven by his contact with two attractive women. These were women who to all intents and purposes were outside his orbit in terms of their worldliness and sophistication compared to this simple Welsh farm boy. Rhiannon had not failed to notice the prominent bulge in his jeans after she had forced him to obey her orders to get down on his knees and kiss Mel’s boots. He had tried very hard not to let it show but his growing tumescence told her all she needed to know. She now realised that she would be pushing at an open door when it came to gaining what she desired. What she desired was to literally hold the whip hand over Hugh Llewelyn, something that she felt that she was well on the way to achieving.
“Did you notice that huge erection that he had when he got up from kissing your boots Mel?” Her friend let out a little laugh before acknowledging that she had noticed his sexual excitement. Rhiannon continued. “Well he can forget all about that once he works for us. Treat him mean and keep him keen will be my philosophy, he can concentrate all his energy on his work and not concern himself with sex, he’ll not be getting very much of that.”
Mellory considered this. “He will be probably be wanking himself silly thinking about us.” She said.
Rhiannon took a sip of her Champagne and picked up her i phone. She tapped the screen briefly before passing it across the table to her friend. Mellory glanced down at the image displayed on the screen. It showed a penis encircled by a series of concentric stainless steel bands that formed a metal prison around it’s shaft preventing it’s owner from achieving anything like a full erection, completely removing any prospect of pleasuring himself. Two more steel bands both constrained and separated the wearer’s testicles and were secured in place by a small silver padlock. “Not if he is locked into one of those he won’t, he will only be wanking when we say he does and that may not be very often, if at all.”
Mel smiled. “You have this all worked out don’t you? ” Her friend took back the phone. An inscrutable smile played on her lips as she folded it shut and placed it on the table before her. “Yes, I won’t deny that I have certainly been around a bit these last twenty years. I have learned a lot about the workings of the male mind, I doubt that you will find me fazed by much at all. I fully intend that Mr Hugh Llewellyn from here on will spend his life serving us, it will be an interesting experiment in social engineering don’t you think.”
She continued her assessment of their situation. “I will give you the lowdown on my theories sometime but let us just say that I have no intention of laying back and thinking of Wales anytime soon. No my view of sexual politics is quite a simple one. We possess something uniquely powerful between our legs with which we can manipulate men, and the best part of it is that we don’t actually have to give them a thing. All we need is to offer them the slightest hint that they might end up there. The merest thought of pussy is sufficient to make them lose all reason, we can exploit that to our advantage. They won’t ever learn, at least not until it’s far too late for them to do anything about it.”
They began to discuss the nature of the contract that they intended to draw up and put before Hugh to sign. Rhiannon expressed the opinion that it would be a good idea for them to adopt a firm line. “Let’s face it, where else is there for him to go? I intend for us to come down on him hard from the outset.” By the time they had finished their meal the basics had been agreed. Mel’s work background meant that she had access to draft contracts and she said that she would work on it the following morning and produce something to put before Hugh. Hopefully within twenty four hours his signature would be on the contract. Privately she harboured doubts as to the legality of any such document but this would be relatively unimportant as once he had signed the contract that they put before him a simple, relatively uneducated man such as he was would quite simply believe that he was bound by it’s terms.
They met up again at the hotel the following lunchtime. Rhiannon scanned through the contract that Mel had drawn up and had printed. As they had agreed, various clauses proscribed what Hugh could do in many areas of his life. “You don’t think that it’s maybe just a bit too restrictive, that we should allow him more freedom?” Asked Mel.
Rhiannon considered the question that her friend had posed. “No, I don’t think that it is. After all it is intended to be a slave contract. I think that if we get him started by signing this then when we decide to introduce punishments into the arrangement he will be much more likely to accept them.” Mel must have looked slightly shocked at the mention of punishments. Rhiannon explained. “It’s essential that he knows that there are sanctions that can be applied whenever we choose should he not deliver on what is required of him. Of course you won’t need to be involved if you don’t want, I am more than happy to play the role of enforcer.”
Mel moved quickly to assure her friend that she was fully committed to the course of action that they had agreed. She cast her mind back to the previous afternoon, recalling her feelings as she watched Hugh on his knees as grovelled at her feet as he kissed her high heeled black leather boots, the strange sensation that ran through her body watching his unquestioning obedience as his lips caressed the polished almond shaped toes. “No, I’m perfectly ok with it. I do realise that from time to time discipline may be necessary if we are to achieve the results we want. I will add a clause to the contract that makes provision for sanctions. I will leave it as vague as that. Who knows, I may well come to enjoy being involved in that side of things.” Rhiannon considered this for a few seconds, realising that her friend probably wasn’t being totally open as to the strength of her feelings.. Eventually she said “Oh I think that you will Mel, trust me on that, it can be very addictive having that sort of power.”
The afternoon sun bathed the facade of Llandegley Farmhouse in a bright, reflective glow as the still strong early September rays fell across the front wall of the whitewashed house. Inside the large sitting room with it’s south facing windows Rhiannon Phillips walked slowly back and forth in front of the large inglenook fireplace. The stiletto heels of her favourite knee high boots beat out a tattoo on the terra cotta flagstones with every step. Mellory Jones watched from her armchair as the myriad mobile pools of white light constantly changed with each of her friend’s steps. The fine black leather of Rhiannon’s jeans, stretched tightly across her thighs and hips creaked very slightly as she walked. As her friend turned to face her Mel admired her boots. Pairs of bright steel hooks extended from instep to knee, the long laces tightly drawn in a criss cross pattern and tied with neat bows moulding the leather to the shape of her long, elegant legs. The effect was quite dramatic and she could only imagine what influence Rhiannon’s statuesque commanding figure might have on Hugh Llewelyn. Her long chestnut hair was now pulled back into a ponytail that fell in cascades across her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the crisp, pristine white of her blouse. A simple ring of pearls encircled her neck where the blouse’s open collar displayed the prominent ridges of her clavicles.
Rhiannon tightened the wide leather belt another notch, accentuating still further the curve between her slim waist and her leather clad hips. A short rap on the front door announced the arrival of Hugh. Rhiannon picked up her braided leather riding crop, flexing it between her outstretched hands with their long, blood red talons. She called out “Come!” Hearing the door open she moved her feet apart to adopt the power stance as Hugh entered the room. He took one glance at the woman standing on the flags before the fireplace. She released the tip of the riding crop from her left hand and pointed towards the floor immediately in front of where she stood. The loop of the crop wavered slightly as her confident voice now filled the room. “Kneel boy!”
Mellory watched with growing fascination as Hugh reacting immediately to this curt command dropped to his knees in front of her friend. He seemed mesmerised by her power and beauty. The fact that he had harboured a crush on Rhiannon ever since he had first laid eyes on her as an eleven year old on their first day at Llandrindod High School meant that he had fantasised about her for close to three decades. He had however long since given up on the idea of any romantic association, he knew that she was out of his league. What now appeared to be on offer however seemed to be the opportunity to serve her. That was maybe second best but nevertheless it was something, Hugh worshipped the very ground that this magnificent example of womanhood stood upon. The black leather riding crop that she now brandished between outstretched hands before her both worried and excited him in equal measures. It lent her both authority and a strange unfathomable sexuality. His mind raced as he considered what were her intentions towards him. Very quickly however he came to a decision. If whatever was on offer meant that he would get to spend time with her he was prepared to accept whatever terms she might put before him. Hugh was like a moth drawn to the flame. There would be little if any negotiation over legal niceties.
Rhiannon now slowly circled the kneeling man, flexing her riding crop. ” We have called you here today Hugh to put an offer to you. You are of course perfectly at liberty to walk away and not accept our deal. Should you decide to accept however we will require you to sign a contract which we have drawn up and from the moment of signing you will be strictly bound by the terms of that contract. Do you understand Hugh?”
Hugh nodded. Rhiannon caught her friend’s eye and winked. “I would appreciate a reply that I could actually hear Hugh.” He raised his head slightly and said simply “Yes” She placed the tip of her crop on his left shoulder. “You will, from this point on, always refer to me as mistress.” She didn’t think that he looked at all unhappy about this latest instruction. “Yes, mistress.” He replied meekly. She continued “Now Mistress Mellory will outline the terms of your contract and then we will invite you to sign.”
Mellory stood up and walked across to the table where she had a freshly printed copy of the contract. She briefly went through the basic points before handing the plain brown A4 envelope to Hugh. ” You have until this time tomorrow to decide whether to accept our offer, you will find both our numbers in there, all you need to do is to call one of us with your answer.” Hugh took the envelope and left the house.
“Well, how do you think that went?” Asked Mellory. They were in the kitchen making coffee. Rhiannon was examining a dark patch on the wall. “I think that the house could do with a bit of maintenance, it’s been neglected for quite a while.” She depressed the chrome ball on top of the percolator and poured coffee into two mugs. “I think it went ok, don’t you?”
“It’s a cinch Mel, he’s totally under our spell that’s easy to see. Of course when he reads the contract he will appreciate just how draconian our terms actually are and that may well give him some pause for thought. I do wonder if he might make some kind of attempt to negotiate the punishments out. We will just have to be prepared to stand firm on that and call his bluff, if I can’t punish him then a lot of the fun would go out of it. Ultimately it’s your decision though, it’s your farm.”
They had only just finished their coffee and they were standing by the sink continuing their earlier conversation about the state of the farmhouse when Rhiannon’s mobile phone rang. She pressed receive and put the phone to her ear. After listening for a few seconds she said simply “OK we will be here for another hour or so.” She clicked the phone off. She turned to her friend. “Well he’s accepted the contract as it is, no mention whatsoever of any of the clauses, he is returning it signed this afternoon.” Half an hour later Hugh Llewelyn arrived back at the farmhouse. He handed the envelope to Rhiannon. She took out the contract and studied it briefly. “Alright Hugh. Go back home now and continue your farm work as usual. We will be in touch as to how things are going to work in future.” Hugh said quite simply ” Yes mistress.” He left the house.
The two women looked at each other. “I think that went quite well don’t you?” Said Rhiannon. “Surprisingly so.” Replied Mellory. “You certainly appear to have some kind of hold over him, he’s infatuated with you isn’t he?” Rhiannon picked up her riding crop and struck a theatrical dominatrix style pose, right hand on her hip, her left brandishing the whip. “Are you really surprised?” Her friend agreed that she wasn’t.
They decided to take a good look around the house before driving back to Mellory’s hotel. “It’s not at all bad structurally, just needs a good spruce up really, what is through there?” Rhiannon was pointing towards an old heavy timber door. “Oh that leads down to the cellar, my uncle used it as a junk room for years, it’s probably still full of all kinds of bits and pieces that he didn’t have a use for.” Her friend opened the door. It creaked in a way that suggested it had not been opened in a while. She flicked on a light switch just inside and the two of them made their way down the long flight of stone steps.
At the bottom they stood looking at a large subterranean rectangular room, the atmosphere notably cooler than the rest of the house. At some point in the distant past it had been used as a larder, as attested by the heavy old fashioned iron hooks projecting from the heavy timber ceiling beams, their crude shape probably hammered out by some local blacksmith two centuries before.The whole of the far end of the room was filled with various bits of old furniture and discarded household items covered with a green tarpaulin. “I will tell Hugh to take all this stuff to the auction market in the town in his old pick up truck.” Rhiannon considered this. “Once it is cleared out I think that it might come in quite useful. I could imagine it being our interrogation centre with him suspended by his ankles dangling from one of these.” She reached up and touched one of the iron hooks. Mellory chuckled. “Like some kind of dungeon you mean? How exciting this all is, we are going to be like those ladies back in the days of the colonial plantations who toyed with their slaves for their amusement, it’s just so decadent. We really are going to be a couple of hard hearted bitches aren’t we?”
Rhiannon tapped her thigh lightly with the riding crop. “Do you remember that time at the pony trekking what you did to that young French lad?” Mellory felt herself begin to blush slightly. “Oh that must have been over twenty years ago, we were still just kids really.” Her friend continued. “Nico I think his name was, the only boy on the ride with five or six of us girls and you tricked him into letting you tie his hands behind his back.” “Oh that was just youthful high jinx.” Her friend protested. But Rhiannon wasn’t giving up, “Then if I remember correctly you pulled his pants down and smeared horse ligament all over his balls and dragged him around with a cropper strap tied to his neck, meanwhile the poor bugger had a huge erection, he was so embarrassed with all the girls shrieking with laughter. Forgive me for saying so Mel, but I think that you are well up for this.”
Over dinner that night they finalised their plans. Mellory decided to drive back up to London the following day. “I think that I will put my flat on the market” she told Rhiannon. ” This little trip has really brought home to me just how much I miss the country life. In the mean time if you could organise getting the refurbishment started here. I will return in about a month.” Her friend agreed. “If it takes any longer you can always stay at my place for a while.”
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