Free Discipline of the Private House by Esme Ombreux Page A

night the belts will be removed, but they are to be chained so they cannot touch themselves. Each of them will sleep alone, of course.'
    Nicole looked mischievously at Itomi. 'And should there be a dildo fitted in each belt, madame?'
    'No, Nicole. But note that they are to wear the belts with the metal frames. They must not be able to enjoy any stimulation. They are to be watched when washing and bathing: note that. And make it known that under no circumstances is either of them to undergo even the mildest of corporal punishment.' The Chatelaine smiled again at Itomi as she said this.
    Tears welled in Itomi's eyes. It was the cruellest sentence imaginable!
    The Chatelaine had not quite finished pronouncing her judgement. 'And I suppose that, during this week of punishment, they might as well refine some of the skills they have been taught. Nicole, let it be known also that the mouths, lips and tongues of Stefan and Itomi will be available for all to use. While they are wearing the control belts they will not be permitted to refuse anyone. That, I think, will teach them to pay attention next time we give them a task to carry out. Robert, take them away. And remember to keep your hands off Itomi's bottom.'
    Itomi stood and bowed, in the manner of her native land, to the Chatelaine and turned to allow Robert to lead her from the room. She could hardly bear to think of the next seven days. She wouldn't mind having to use her mouth to pleasure a succession of men and women: in fact, under normal circumstances she would enjoy tasting the liquid secretions and swallowing the ejaculations, and moulding her lips to a variety of penises, nipples and vulvas. But in normal circumstances she could expect to be smacked, at the very least, for such wanton behaviour. And she was going to have to survive for a week without even a slight tingle across her backside. It would seem like an eternity.
    As she was trudging from the room, Itomi heard Nicole's voice. 'And what about the prisoners, madame? The ones we have upstairs instead of Heinrich and Leila? They will wake soon.'
    'Well, Nicole,' the Chatelaine said. 'That's why I haven't been too hard on Itomi and Stefan. It seems they've brought home a couple of prize specimens. The girl, in particular, is said to be quite extraordinarily attractive. It would be a shame not to show them some hospitality. I sense they might have some potential.'
    The room was small and sparsely furnished, but comfortable. The walls were of plastered stone and there were age-darkened beams across the ceiling, which suggested that this prison was old. It was certainly a prison: the door to the tiny bathroom was open, but the other door was locked. Olena had tried it three times.
    The view from the window told Olena a little more about her situation: she was in the countryside, or else in a vast park, for as far as she could see there were trees; and she was in a castle, for far below her room there was a moat of dark water and to her left she could see turrets and circular, cone-roofed towers. The evening sky was dark with clouds, and raindrops struck the glass of the window.
    The room was warm, however, which was as well, because Olena's cloak was nowhere to be found.
    She could remember little of how she had come to this isolated fairy-tale castle. She had felt very sleepy, and her memories were confused: a vehicle of some kind, driven fast through the night; Barat, asleep opposite her, and a man and a woman talking; the smell of the sea, and the rolling motion of the waves.
    She had woken in this room: her first sight had been of the white walls reddened by the setting sun. Had she been asleep one day? Two? She had no way of knowing. She had been hungry and she had found on the table by the window a tray with a simple meal of bread, cheese, meat and fruit. She had eaten ravenously, even before she had thought to search for clothes or try the doors. She had found the bathroom and had showered, dried herself and