Free Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica by Bonnie Brand Page A

brush and held up a soft-looking towel.

    ‘The harness?’

    ‘Och dinnae worry, it’s all for yer own good my dear, to make it as simple and painless as possible. Come on, out ye get.’

Chapter 20

    When I was quite dry, Agnes took me back into my chamber, and dressed me in a tiny wee frilly frock. I saw that the Laird’s proclivity for short dresses was quite profound as, if anything, this particular garment was even shorter than the pink thing he’d bade me wear for my inspection. This dress was the purest shade of white I’d ever seen in an item of clothing.

    ‘Quite virginal, this wee number, isn’t it?’ mused the maid, ‘Aye, quite, quite appropriate for a young lassie to wear on her wedding night.’ I had to admit, it was a beautiful dress, if quite inappropriate. It came down so low on the bust that it felt almost as though it was a corset. The heaving flesh of my bosoms was on clear display above the fabric, and when I turned fast enough in the mirror, I could see the curve of my buttocks underneath the twirling fabric.

    ‘Now, let’s get ye in the bed, shall we?’

    The maid led me to my bed, and I noticed, for the first time, some odd extra features that I’d not seen in a bed before; there were coarse-looking leather straps which came out from underneath the covers, and a few other hanging pieces of leather cord from the canopy above the bed. Was I to be trussed up like an animal? The thought became suddenly and shockingly clear in my mind, and as soon as I interrogated the idea I knew that it would be my fate. It made perfect sense. This is how the Laird wanted me: totally in his power, completely under his control.

    ‘Come on, hop up onto the mattress.’

    I didnae even have the strength to argue. I knew that it would just make the situation worse. So, I crawled like an animal onto the soft mattress, feeling its quality beneath me. I manoeuvred myself into the leather straps, and the maid pulled the buckles tight around my ankles as I rested on all fours. Soon, she’d strapped me in so tightly that I couldnae move my legs. I was bent over, and she put her hand in the small of my back, before lifting my arms upwards and using the straps which hung from the canopy she fastened my wrists close to the ceiling. My torso dangled from the straps so that my breasts were pushed forwards and my bahooky was pushed back. It was a surprisingly comfortable position, because I could relax into the straps from the ceiling. There was no real pressure on any part of my body.  

    ‘Excellent,’ she said, ‘his lordship is going to love this!’

    She lifted up my skirts so that my wee pussy and my ass were bare in the evening air. ‘Lovely,’ she said, ‘what a beautifully clean wee cunny, just right for the Laird to plough to his heart’s content.’

    And I waited. It must have been a few hours, because soon, I was dozing off. I woke to the sound of the Laird’s resonant voice behind me.

    ‘Well, well well, I must apologise for keeping ye waiting for so long, my wee treat, but there was urgent business to which I had to attend. Now though, we are simply left with the matter of pleasure.’

    I couldnae turn my head to see him. Something about the situation made me suddenly aware of how much I wanted his touch. It was agony not being able to move, not being able to kiss him, not be able to let him know how much I wanted him. I felt again the sweet sensation of moisture begin to blossom on the lips of my quim, and I longed for him to see. I heard a long, deep sniff come from right next to my pussy. Had he… smelled me?

    ‘The scent of your cunt is sweet perfume to me, wife,’ he said. ‘Och so tempting to take my belt and to strike your beautiful behind once more. But, alas, the maid tells me you have been so good this afternoon,’ as he said the word ‘good’, I felt what must have been his thumb, split the lips of my pussy slightly, forcing its thick tip into me.

    ‘Och aye, I’ve