The Nanny

THE NANNY

Jo’s first public appearance for a group of Madam’s social circle of friends, all females, all wealthy, all interested in Jo’s tolerance as a submissive on video before their luncheon engagement.

Chapter Nine

       Setting facing the mirror in Madam’s master suite, having earlier ingested a bitter liquid concoction as ordered by Madam, Jo silently watches her own reflection’s transformation as the finishing touches are applied to her.  Her attention seems transfixed on the pair of gold studs shimmering off her taut nipples perfectly centered on her round, symmetrical globes formed by the pair of tight metal circular bands of the body harness as she wonders about what she was forced to take, especially the consequences.  Madam stands toward the side watching the darkly tanned Jamaican woman finishing with the final couple braids of Jo’s cornrows framing her perfectly made up face as the woman’s counterpart finishes the manicure and painting of her nails.  Finishing together, glancing toward Madam for her approval and receiving it, they collect their supplies and nodding, leave the room.

       “Stand and face me Jo.”  Madam orders in a quiet tone as she steps toward the mirror as the door shuts behind her.  “How do you feel?... Don’t worry; it’s not nearly as strong as the stuff Master gave you on the plane… All it’s going to do is put a cutting edge on your senses, make your nerve endings tingle!  Now, let’s see how you look before I present you to our anxious guests.”

       Rising off the stool and feeling somewhat lightheaded, somewhat clumsy, stepping around the front of the dresser, Jo faces Madam.  Staring downward momentarily to maintain her balance with her wrists still affixed to her form fitting body harness, her elbows firmly strapped behind her back, she’s still uncomfortable in the black stiletto heels as she struggles to remain upright.  Glancing back again toward the mirror, Jo catches a side view of herself turning.  Breasts standing straight out from the tightened damp harness, rounder and larger then normal, jaunting apart between the shimmering rings, she again notices the gold studs glistening off her thickened nipples as the third matching stud also similarly glistens from her bared clit hood exposed above the leather strap spreading her slit.

       Scrubbed with hand cloths, freshly shaven in her pubic area and massaged with a fine coat of body lotion, her naked body is radiant, exotic, especially with the final touches applied.  “Jo, you look exquisite, don’t you know?”  Madam nods as she slowly walks around her, glancing, touching, adjusting the harness here and there as Jo remains motionless, staring again down toward the floor, the aching of her breasts and vagina soothed from the warm bath but now tingling that cocktail Madam had her ingest.  Trailing a finger across the outer curve of Jo’s left breast, Madam adds. “You know, I think these wispy traces of whip marks actually highlight your erotic appearance, don’t you think?”

       A tap on the door and the stepdaughter peaks in, her long dark hair swaying across her shoulder in a single braid.  “They’re here mother.”

       “Okay, I’ll greet them.”  Madam turns and answers.  “Here Jessica, Chain her ankles, slip this ‘O’ ring in her mouth, then bring Jo down… Say in five minutes, okay?”

       “Sure mother.”  Jessica answers as she enters the room in her white sling shot bikini, contrasting, highlighting her olive colored skin.  The outer edges of her nipples are barely visible under the pair of narrow straps pressing her firm breasts against her thrust out chest, forming a micro ‘V’ from mid pubic mound to her shoulders.  Glancing toward Jo, she mutters.  “Gosh!... “Look at you, Barbie!... All made up, ready to show that bod off, huh girl?”

       Still glancing toward the floor, remaining silent, Jo hears the door shut as Madam heads down the hallway as Jessica steps closer and circles her.  Feeling the girl’s fingers sliding across her shoulders, then around her chest and cupping her breasts, Jo remains motionless as the fingertips flick across the fresh piercings.

       “I’ve seen those women before Barbie.”  The girl whispers as she kneels, slips a cuff around each ankle, letting the six inch chain dangle.  “I know them; you’re going to be made to do some nasty things by them… Especially the redhead, she’s going to hurt you!”  She continues as she stands, momentarily melds Jo’s thrust out globes with her fingers squeezing, flexing the firm tit flesh as Jo flinches, even the sensations of her softest pinches magnified.  Slipping the bright red ring into Jo’s mouth and fastening the back straps as she circles, steps behind her, she adds.  “Yeh, they’ve already seen you on their closed web site… You’ve been on display for them practically every minute you’ve been here except for in our bedrooms.”

       Still fondling Jo’s breasts, slipping a hand up between her thighs, the stepdaughter adds.  “By the way Barbie, my brother fucked your brains out last night didn’t he?... I bet you loved his big dick too!... It’s okay… I know, I’ve seen it before, but don’t worry, I haven’t fucked him… Yet!”  Giggling as she feels Jo’s body twitch with another titty pinch, she continues.  “I think he’s afraid to for some stupid reason…  But I have played with his cock though… When he was asleep once!”

       Whispering into Jo’s ear while melding her breasts, the girl’s harsh breath obviously intentionally whisks across her neck as she speaks in her sultry voice.  Jo can’t believe she’s hearing what the girl’s saying as the discomforting sensation of her nerve endings tingling across her naked flesh is beginning to irritate her.

       Feeling Jo’s body flinching with each touch, the girl glances toward the dresser and notices the remainder of the solution in the half empty clear medical container.  Looking toward the marked label, she blurts.  “Damn Jo, she had you drink that stuff?... No wonder you’re jerking so much!... You’re going to feel it’s effects for hours!”

       “Damn it, where was I?... Yeh!”  The girl continues.  “My brother… He woke up and was pissed off at me and kicked me out of his bedroom!  Oh well… The way I look at it, that was his loss, don’t you think Barbie?... Barbie?”

       “Yea… Yes you’re right.”  Jo answers as she continues to stare straight ahead, toward the door, the harness straps even beginning to irritate her bare skin.  “It, it was!”

       “Also bet you broke the rule and he let you cum, huh?”  Licking the back side of Jo’s ear, she continues to whisper.  “You’ll be punished for that!... If not by mother, then dad when he gets back!”  Again melding both breasts, Jo uncontrollably flinches as her tit flesh tingles, now extremely sensitive to the slightest touch. Flicking the gold studs as she rubs her own practically bare breasts up against Jo’s bound arms, slipping a finger into the jerking ring stretching Jo’s anus, Jessica continues.  “You know they’ll find out… They find out everything!”  Deep inside, she feels kind of jealous of Jo; she wouldn’t mind getting some attention herself, for her own tight body, her own substantial yet still developing breasts, even if it was a little painful.  After all a little pain can be a good thing.

       As Jessica has her few moments alone with Jo, Madam approaches the half dozen women in the great room.  All clothed only in matching black bikinis and slim eye masks; their hair’s all pulled tightly back into strict buns.  Ranging in age from early to mid thirties and all obviously attractive in their own different ways, they’re casually intermingling, attracted to a large flat screen on the far wall as Madam enters.  “Hello, all.  Glad you could make it for my introduction of our family’s new Nanny!”

       “Yea, the closest lady, the redhead smirks as she nods toward the theater size monitor.  “We wouldn’t miss this for the world!... I can’t believe she can be as hot as that video makes her out to be!” She continues while starring at the screen, at Jo’s image, larger then life sized, the video of her bound naked on the plane being abused while being addressed by Master’s voice.

       “Really?”  Madam smiles.  “Oh, that… That’s her the very first night when she was being brought here, it’s Master’s private video!  You’re getting to the interesting part where she can’t move her extremities while being… Well, I don’t want to spoil it for any of you, you’re see!... And later, you’ll get to see where I gave her escort permission to be serviced by her for her rudeness at the time… Wait and see as the video continues.”

       “”You’re sharing her with us today, right?”  Another woman blurts out with a drink in her hand.

       “Oh, off course, that’s what we do, don’t’ we?”  Madam grins as she casually strips out of her outer clothing, revealing her own bikini, matching but red.  “But, let me tell you, she’s already a favorite of the boy, and, I’ve got a hunch Master’s pretty strong on her too!”

       “I think she might be for the ladies of the house too!  The third woman speaks out, also a cocktail in her hand.  “Well?”

       Grinning, slipping a red eye mask over her face before spreading her hands palms outward with her arms toward her side, Madam quips.  “She can suck a pussy!... And you’d swear those tits couldn’t possibly be natural, but believe me, they are… And even better then that, they can handle my assortment of whips!”

       “Oh, we know all too well, believe me!”  The redhead smirks.  A few of us couldn’t take our eyes off the cam when you tried out your assortment on her!... I think there were a couple wet panties and sticky fingers before you were done with her naked body all bound up like that!… And by the way, thank your husband for all of us for that great gift he gave you to mount her on!”

       “Oh, yes… I think he got that chair especially for her!”  Madam quips as she notices the women’s stares passing around her.  Turning, seeing Jo approaching with Jessica just behind, the silence is deafening as Madam nods toward her stepdaughter.  “Thank you Jessica, you’re excused.”

       Almost pouting, nodding her head as she turns her nearly naked body next to Jo’s, Jessica mutters.  “Yes…. Mother!”  Slowly turning, nodding toward Jo, she whispers.  “Careful of that woman next to mother, that’s her!”

       “That girl’s really growing up!”  The redhead whispers to Madam as Jessica struts away, her butt cheeks totally visible as the thin white strap disappears up between her slit.  “Don’t take it wrong, but I could almost see her in a harness like hers someday.”  The woman whispers while nodding toward Jo as Jessica leaves the room.

       Glancing toward the woman, Madam slowly nods.  “Not taken wrong… Matter of fact, It’s been in the back of my mind at times… When she acts like a little bitch… That she could use some discipline!”  Staring at the other woman, a smile crossing her lips, she adds.  “I think my little stepdaughter might have to learn a tiny bit about being a submissive before she can be a Dom, maybe I can let her spend a day or two with you and you can help me out… Soon!”

       “Absolutely!”  The woman acknowledges, nodding her head while still glancing toward Jo’s presence. “I’d love to help!... Spank that tight butt, work those firm teenage titties!  Maybe you can even lend me that harness with her, too!”

       “A done deal!... Next weekend, she’s yours.”  Madam smiles, their eyes connecting in mutual anticipation.  “See what she can tolerate, then a tad more… You have my approval!” 

       The group stares in virtual silence at Jo’s incredible appearance.  From her perfect makeup to her delightfully sadistic body harness holding her firm, accenting even what doesn’t need accented, the raw sex fills the room’s atmosphere.  Standing naked, her stretched, bright red lips yawning in a perfect circle around the matching ‘O’ ring, she faces the group as they stare silently back toward her.  Feeling hypersensitive from the drug she can even sense the nipple studs jiggling, and below, the pair of tubes rubbing, stretching her orifices between her painfully spread thighs as she struggles to maintain her composure.  Glancing up toward the wall, the jumbo monitor, she humiliatingly sees the huge image of herself naked, her bare breasts being skewered by the escort on the plane trip. 

       Fingers clenching at her thighs as she watches the image of herself being tortured, her knees weaken as her ankles twist in the uncomfortable heels.  In the back of her mind she remembers the stepdaughter’s warnings and senses the possibilities from the ogling women as her face flushes a deep crimson as she hears the audio of her pathetic shrieks from the video. 

       “Come here, Jo!”  Madam nods raising her right hand toward her.  Come to me!... Let me introduce you!”

       Glancing down toward her stilettos, the chain stretching and catching with nearly every step, Jo painfully shuffles toward the center of the room.  Saliva dripping from the ‘O’ ring across her global, barely jiggling breasts standing straight out and apart through the glistening rings, the light from the large uncovered window facing the Olympic sized pool reflects off the gold studs piercing her thick nipples.

       Her face still flushing, unable to block out the stares from the group of ogling women circling around her, Jo finds herself being fingered, massaged, and probed by a variety of fingers and hands casting off the sensations of  needle pricks across her bare flesh.  Both breasts grouped, twisted, flicked and smacked, the gold studs painfully twisted, tugged, she continues to stare downward toward her feet, in silence, the painful sensations multiplied throughout her tingling body.

       “Love the outfit!... Nice touch… Her elbow ties have her tits really pushed out too… And, and the gaps down there!  Damn… Look how wide her ass and pussy’s spread!”  The first lady again speaks up as she leans over, cupping one of Jo’s bulging breasts, giving the nipple a twist as her commentary continues.  “You’re right!... Her titties are incredible, and they’re real?!... My God!”

       “These tits are barely bruised!”  Another speaks up as she pats a round, hard globe.  “God, it’s hard to believe I watched them getting whipped just the other day on the monitor!... She does take punishment well!”

       “Yes she does!... Now Jo, kneel for us.”  Madam orders. “Show them how you can lick my pussy too!”

       Feeling the warmth mounting, her face flushing even a deeper crimson, she hates being displayed and humiliated in front of this group of masked women.  Struggling to kneel and nearly tripping, swaying toward her side, she catches herself as she falls on her knees, again the tolerable but irritating pain spreading across her naked flesh.  The women stepping around her and Madam form a complete circle as she stares toward Madam’s bikini as its being tugged off her freshly shaven pubic mound.

       “Lick my clit with your tongue Jo, stick it out from that ‘O’ ring and lick!”  Madam orders as she palms Jo’s bare breasts.  Then maybe we’ll let the ladies give you a good workout, okay?... I said Okay?!”

       Obediently nodding her head while closing her eyes, pushing her tongue out from the ‘O’ ring, Jo leans toward Madam’s bare thighs, her tongue stretching, wiggling as her face presses between Madam’s thighs.  Clenching her fists down toward her sides, her breasts pressing across Madam’s knees sends shocks through her sensitive nipples.  Her head bobs up and down, her neck twisting as Madam’s hands tug at her hair.  Feeling the tip of her stretched tongue pressing across the thickening clit, she feels Madam’s thighs already quivering.  A brief moment or so and Jo feels Madams hands pushing her back, lifting her up.  “Thanks… That’s enough for now; I just wanted the ladies to see how responsive you are…. Hold still.”

       Stepping around, Madam unhooks the mouth gag and tugs it from Jo’s yawning mouth.  Glancing toward the monitor, the image of the escort probing a skewer firmly into Jo’s left breast, she asks.  ”Jo, would you mind giving the ladies a response to what’s happening to you on the monitor before your workout’s initiated?  I think they would like to know what was going though your mind… You know, something like a play by play for us!... What do you think ladies, should Jo stand in front of the screen and give us a kind of perspective, a commentary if you will on what she was thinking and feeling!”

       Nodding in agreement, stepping aside, the women allow room for Madam to center Jo sideways between them and the screen up on the wall.  Turning down the sound, Madam orders.  “Okay Jo, don’t disappoint us or I may have to ring for your escort to demonstrate on you in person again, understand?  Begin!”

       Heart pounding, not even wanting to think of that possibility, glancing toward the women, then up at the screen, Jo’s stomach churns as she focuses on the graphic close up of a skewer sinking into her bare breast.  Her face beat red, she stutters. “Tha… That’s him jabbing my breast with that long needle!... It, it really hurt bad!  And, and that’s him pushing and twisting it deeper… God, until it jammed completely through the bottom side!”  Biting her lip, trembling as she struggles in her heels, her fists clench and unclench as she watches the video, the scenes of her naked body appearing relaxed as it’s tortured, only her eyes darting, showing any pain as the needle’s sadistically alternated from one breast to another.”

       “Okay Jo, keep going, that’s pretty good!”  Madam scolds.  “But tell us more about how it felt, what was running through your mind!... Things like that!”

       “Yeh, yes Jo, how did that feel!... How’d you handle it… Why weren’t you moving, defending yourself instead of just setting there?”  The first lady speaks up as she cups her hand under Jo’s breast as she steps beside her while glancing toward Jo’s image having her breasts skewered up the screen. “Damn!  Right through this tit… I guess that proves they’re real, huh?”

       “Um, I couldn’t… I couldn’t move!  See?  She that’s… That’s right before he lowers that needle and sticks it down there in…”  Watching the video of the needle being lowered between her spread thighs, she mutters.  “In my clitoris!... “Ohhh! God… That really hurt… Hurt bad when he twisted it and jabbed it way in!”  Jo groans, her knees bending as she reflexively tries to press her thighs together as the rest of the room’s stone quiet, the woman’s hand still cupping, massaging the firm tit flesh.

       “I… I guess I’m… I’m terrified there… Can’t move anything but my eyes… See; see how they’re darting when he waves the needle in front of my face before sticking me again?”  Glancing toward Madam, the women, then back toward the screen, a tear drips from her cheek as she slowly shakes her head back and forth, watching the replay as he pinches a nipple, tugs it between his nails and presses the straight pin through it.  Lowering her head, recalling what happened next, she raises her eyes toward the screen and silently watches as he slips a matching needle through the same breast forming an ‘X’ off her bleeding nipple.

       “As I set there, I… I couldn’t believe it when he picked up another needle and, and… Oh God!... Then jammed it through my clitoris again!”  Again lowering her head, not even needing to see the video, she can almost feel the pain, the needles piercing her flesh.  Shaking her head back and forth, visibly trembling, she continues in a strained, yet understandable voice as she glances at the close up of her surreal relaxed naked body, the video continuing of her flushed, swollen face, and her eyes like a wild animal’s.  “I… I couldn’t do nothing, not anything but sit there and watch… Like I was paralyzed, but God!... I still had total feeling!”  She nearly whispers, lowering her head, her harnessed body quivering, the gold studs glistening.

       Feeling Jo’s body trembling through her breast still gripped in her hand, the damp flesh pulsing with each heartbeat, the woman nods toward Madam.  “She’s really been through quite a bit in just a couple days, hasn’t she?”

       “She’s been through her share, and then some!”  Madam smiles.  “But then again, does anyone here want to cut her some slack, or should we go ahead and turn off the monitor and let her serve us and get on with our luncheon?”  Counting the nods, Madam smiles.  “Needless to say, it’s unanimous!”  Quickly replacing the ‘O’ ring between Jo’s lips, fastening the strap behind her neck, Madam orders.  “Okay Jo, outside.”

       Opening the double door to the rear of the estate grounds, Madam steps to the side as Jo shuffles out into the noon sunlight.  Already approaching ninety degrees, the sky cloudless, Jo feels the sun beating down on her sensitive, naked flesh as she feels Madam’s hands on her elbows leading her toward the pool area.  Leading her toward the pergola designed bar, exotic plants hanging from the columns, Madam turns her around and unfastens the nipples stud’s gold caps and lays them on the bar next to a trio of pre cut wires.

       The pair of Jamaican servants assigned as bartenders behind the bar smiles as they appreciate Jo’s raw beauty as much as her exotic harness.  Sliding a wire through each nipple stud opening, fastening the back side of a serving tray to eyelets in the harness strap surrounding Jo’s hips, Madam spreads the pair of wires to the outer edges of the tray, adjusting the wires until the tray’s level with her navel.

       “She’ll be serving our guests their beverages during our luncheon gentlemen.”  Madam directs the men as she places several small bottles and several glasses on the tray, the added weight tugging at her ultra sensitive breasts.  Keep her well supplied so she can keep the ladies refreshed, okay?”

       “Yes Mam!”  The oldest of the men nods as the other continues to stare at Jo, unashamedly ogling her naked, harnessed body.  “We be more then glad Mam!... We keep an eye on her, okay!”

       “Okay, good!”  Madam smiles as she tweaks the wires, glances toward Jo’s crimson face.  “Be sure that tray stays nice and tight… Keep it adjusted, okay?... You might want to adjust the wires to her tits now and then for her since her arms are bound!... You know, keep those gold studs centered in her nipples.”

       “Okay then.”  Leaning down, unfastening the gold ball to Jo’s clit hood stud, Madam slips a third wire through its opening.  Hooking the handle of a small wooden bucket of ice to the wire, she lets it dangle down between Jo’s quivering thighs.  “The ladies will need to keep their drinks cold and refreshed Jo.”

        We keep those tits adjusted Mam!”  The bartender volunteers as the younger one chips in also.  “And the ice bucket full too!... Yes Mam!”

       Turning toward the umbrella covered tables, the women seating themselves in the shade, facing the ocean and being served by another couple of Jamaican women in their colorful skimpy halters and short shorts, Madam nods toward Jo.  “Keep circling the tables, I don’t want to see any empty glasses… Each one will cost you a lash across your bare breasts before the ladies leave today, and in your condition, that would really be painful, understand!”

       The weight of the loaded tray tugging at her swollen breasts, the studs protruding from her stretched nipples combined with the ice bucket swaying between her thighs, the irritating pain resonates as Jo barely nods, saliva drooling down between her already perspiring breasts from the ‘O’ ring.  Madam wiping her fingers across the glistening spittle scolds.  “Jo, if you spill anything or if any of this gets in their drinks, its immediately ten lashes across your pussy, understand?... Now follow me.”

       Wide eyed, her wrists twisting in her cuffs affixed to the harness, the hypersensitive pain of her breasts and clit heightened from the concoction Madam gave her, Jo slowly nods her head as she shuffles in her heels and short ankle chain, her eyes on the jiggling drinks, the bartenders and women’s eyes on her.

       From an upper window of the west wing, the boy just out of bed, smelling the scent of Jo’s naked body on his bed sheet spread around him, glances out his window toward the pool area.  Holding the curtain back he glances toward the group of women, toward Jo circling their tables, her naked body harnessed and being used as a beverage tray.  Reaching down, feeling his shaft swelling, he finds the sight actually stimulating.

       From a partially opened curtain on a similar window across on the east wing, Jessica has her chair pulled toward the window.  The medical cup nearly empty next to her on the stand, she smiles as she arches her naked body outward.  Legs spread wide, her ankles loosely self bound to the chair’s front legs, she stares down toward the pool area also.  Focusing on Barbie, especially on her breasts and vagina being tugged by the wires; enjoying the view of her obvious distress and the attention she’s receiving, Jessica takes a deep breath.  Both her own breasts tingling, her nipples burning, already deeply clamped with gripping pronged hair clips, she bites her lip as she slips the serrated edges of the widely spread alligator clip against her thumbnail and fingernail firmly stretching at her clit from her oozing slit.  Her thighs twitching, taking a deep breath, she mumbles.  “Three… Two…     

End Part Nine