Ardella's Blog

Day One - part one

I managed to get the double bed to myself last night, pleading a headache. Paul went to the guest room without much fuss, poor lamb, so I was able to read and listen to music, and then have plenty of bedclothes, and no snoring to put up with - bliss!  I had a good eight hours asleep, and when I went downstairs this morning, Paul had already brewed coffee, and had the toast on the go, so I timed that well.

The post arrived quite early, for once, but that new credit card still hasn't arrived.  Paul told me that our gardener, Jacob, wouldn't be coming today, which was a disappointment, he's a hunk, and I enjoy taking him a mug of tea... I think he enjoys me taking it too him, but I'm not trying too hard.  I had hoped to go out shopping this morning, I desperately need some new shoes and a handbag to match, but apparently Paul has arranged for a special delivery some time between ten and twelve, and I'll need to be in for that.

I tried to get Paul to tell me what this mysterious delivery was, but all he'd tell me was, "You'd be surprised", with that annoying little grin he uses when he has a secret.  Men!  They're all little boys at heart.  I just hope it's a nice surprise... maybe, dare I speculate, a new car for little me to use around town?  My Prius is now, perhaps, a little "last year".  And Paul will have had details of his annual bonus by now, so a little bit of a cash splurge may well be about due, I'd say.

Must close now.  Paul's dashed off to work, and if I'm going to fit in a good long soak in the bath and a little self-pampering before that boring delivery slot begins, I need to get my rear in gear - more later!

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Well, it was a "surprise" all right!!   I saw the van pull up outside the house, and two men, John and Robert, put an intriguingly large crate onto a trolley, and rolled it up to the front door.  I'd got down there to open the door, still in my underwear and a bathrobe, and they brought it into the hall, unscrewed the side - and all that was in there was a little wooden seat, screwed in place, plus some metal fitting and a small leather bag of oddments.  I peered in in surprise, I'd been expecting a new media centre or something - and then John and Robert grabbed me!

I don't mind a little rough foreplay, but this wasn't a joke, and these two big, strong, laughing men soon had me, despite my struggles, butt-naked, and with a big rubber ball crammed into my mouth so that I couldn't so much as squeak about it.  The ball had straps attached, so it was buckled into place, and then masses of rope came out of that bag, and I was well and truly trussed up.  My wrists were tied behind my back, and more rope was used to tie my elbows not very far apart.  There was rope above my breasts, below my breasts, round my waist, round my knees, round my ankles... and a rather tight and uncomfortable rope from fore to aft, too.

I wriggled a bit, which just made them laugh more, and I couldn't stop them putting me into the crate, to sit on the hard wooden seat.  They strapped me into place, entirely helpless, and then screwed the side back on, leaving me in almost total darkness, tied like a hog, mouth full of rubber, abducted from all I knew and loved.  The crate was then rolled out to the van, and I was easily hefted aboard.

"Where's the third wifey, John?" I heard Robert say, once the van was moving, and he told him she wasn't far away.  That made me the second, i supposed, and indeed I did think I could hear someone else breathing close by - was I not the only target of these kidnappers?

We drove, we stopped on a gravel driveway, and after a few minutes I heard a muffled yelp of surprise as Robert and John played their trick again.  A third crate, now full of naked woman, joined us in the back of the van, and we started on a longer journey, leaving London and, I'd guess, heading down a motorway... for at least ninety minutes, and maybe two hours.

Finally the van left the main road, headed down a winding side-road, and, after I think stopping for gates to be opened, went up at least a mile of gravel drive, then down a slope...and at last came to a stop.  The van's back door was opened, and a fork-lift truck pulled our three crates, now fastened together, out, whirled us around, and put us down onto hard concrete.  And then the side of my crate was taken off, and I was able to see out.

I half-expected to see a submarine in a docking bay, like some sort of secret agent movie, but it was a pretty ordinary loading area that a big college or office block might have; a basement, with tarmac and concrete and supporting pillars.  John and Robert were taking the side off more crates - there was a second triple crate construction, too, and more naked, gagged, tied young women were peering nervously, or hysterically, out.

Apart from the driver and his assistant, and the six of us, there were only three other people there.  Two were good-looking women, no older than us, so 25 to 30 at the most; they looked as if they'd come out of one of those fetish clubs one reads about, with shiny leather thigh-length boots, pleated short shiny skirts, and tight-fitting, low-cut blouses.  The skirts and blouses were shiny black, again, and probably latex, or some similar material.  One had blonde hair, drawn back in a single pigtail; that was Mistress Bianca.  She was holding some lengths of chain, and what is usually called a "riding crop".  She was moving towards the other three women, while Mistress Scarlet moved towards our threesome.

Mistress Scarlet smiled as she examined us, and then helped Robert to unstrap us, and held each of us in turn upright while he cut away the ropes from around our legs.  She had gently curling brown hair; I'm average height, and she was a good three inches taller than me.  For waist and other measurements, I reckon that eighteen months ago, when I married Paul, I'd have given her a run for her money...but since then the living had been easy, and I was now a little thicker.

The other person in the room was a man of about forty.  I've been cautioned not to give too accurate a description of some people here, but in his pin-stripe suit, he looked every inch the successful chief executive officer of a medium-size independent company, a trustworthy mentor for his staff...and a white slaver...?

part two

"Good afternoon, ladies", he began.  "Let me first set your minds at rest - you have not been kidnapped, to be sent to Arabia as the naked white galley slaves of a sheik with a penchant for water-skiing.  We are still in the Home Counties, and will remain here - your time with us will be, in most cases, a mere four weeks, after which you will be returned to your homes, safe and well."

I heard his words, but, so far, they didn't make sense, except the old "bad news, today the captain wants to water-ski" joke about galley slaves.  I felt a little, well, unreal on my feet then for a moment, and Mistress Scarlet steadied me.

"Perhaps you remember your husband getting you to sign a rather long document with lots of fine print?"  The man smiled conspiratorially at us.  "Your husband was being a little misleading then, that wasn't an application for a new sapphire credit card, that was your application to come on our 'Better Trained Wives' course...and the good news is, you've all been accepted."

Not a credit card form?  That rat Paul had got me to sign away my rights to wear clothes and not be tightly wrapped in ropes, for a whole month?  Sadly, my attempt at a growl, muffled by my ball-gag, came out more like a purr, and Mistress Scarlet stroked my hair...which, to my surprise, I rather enjoyed.

"Our mission here at 'Better Trained Wives' is to put the zing back into fading marriages", the man went on.  "It seems that your husbands feel that you haven't been keeping up your end of the agreement, so they've sent you here for some motivational training in the finer arts of the bedroom."  He glanced at us again, evaluatingly.  "In some ways, think of it as an all-girl boarding school, with a touch of the spa resort and the health farm, but with tight ropes and straps, ball-gags, vibrators, nipple clamps, and plenty of on-the-job training in ways to please your man."

Robert had handed the chief a clipboard, and he studied it.  "I see that Natalie is booked in for six weeks, including some specialist pony girl time, but for the rest of you, you have four weeks here, and you will be trained, so obey our kindly but strict - sorry, I mean kinky and strict - trainers, and learn from what we will be putting you through.  Or the next credit card agreement you sign may be our refresher course!"

"Mistress Bianca will now take her three trainees, Debbie, Nula, and Giovanna, for their medical examination, while Mistress Scarlet will keep Ardella, Natalie and June here for a few minutes, and then follow across to Matron.  So, just go with the flow - I don't think you'll find their is any other option."

He smiled at us, and then walked off in one direction, while Mistress Bianca, who had her three charges in collars linked by a couple of feet of chain each, led her girls off towards the medical room.  So, that just left Mistress Scarlet, and her three charges - including me.

"So, which of you is which?" Mistress Scarlet asked.  "Just nod your head when I say your name... June?"  A slightly stocky blonde with fashionably tousled hair gave a nod, coupled with a little snort.  "Ardella?"  I nodded and, since Mistress Scarlet was barely an inch from me, leant against her hip briefly, and was rewarded with another stroke of my hair.  "Natalie?"  A brunette, slender-waisted and with large breasts, gave a little curtsey as well as a nod.

"Blondie June, mousey Ardella, and brunette Natalie... I ought to be able to remember that", our trainer said.  "We'll lose you, Natalie, after three weeks, when you'll shift across to the pony girl stable for the second half of your stay, but I'll keep in touch, and make sure they look after you properly."  She started to put collars on us, with linking chains.  "I started off here as a trainee, but I'm getting a divorce from my old man, so opted to stay here as a trainer, so believe me I know what you will be going through.  It can be painful, it can be humiliating - but go with the flow, as Mr Swanley said, and you may find that life here has its own rewards."

The collars were leather, and did actually have metal studs on them, as well as 'D' rings fore and aft; they were wide enough to encourage us to hold our heads up, though the edges were soft and well-cured.  We walked barefoot across to the corridor the other girls had used, and were glad to get onto grey carpet, away from the concrete of the unloading area.

Mistress Scarlet led us into a toilet - and a strange place it was, too, with no cubicles, just wide-open places to squat over.  The plumbing was the kind one sometimes encounters in France; there were a few rails a foot or so off the ground to help stop people falling over.  Toilet paper was not an option, if one was securely trussed up, so it was lucky we only needed to pee.  There were some short hoses around, which I assumed could have done bidet duty if necessary, but we didn't stay long.  It had seemed a little strange to pee communally, with Mistress Scarlet watching the three of us, but as we were already naked, it all seemed fairly logical, and a welcome stop-over.

Our time in the medical examination room was a bit longer, and a bit more of a surprise.  June and I were fully bikini-waxed down below, but Natalie was given the full hot wax treatment, which is probably not where the phrase "tore them off a strip" comes from.  All three of us had our nipples pierced in a fast, no-nonsense way by hot needles, it was over so quickly, and small gold-plated sleepers inserted, that it seemed a rather minor thing - some cooling ointment was rubbed on by one of the three nurses there.  We did get the traditional stethoscope treatment, and our pulses monitored, but they seemed more interested in some rather intimate probing, fore and aft.

The nurses did chat a little with Mistress Scarlet, but I didn't really follow it.  They were dressed in white of course, but otherwise their uniforms seemed identical to the trainers.  They seemed brisk and capable, and there wasn't anything we trainees could do to stop them doing whatever they liked.

"Natalie's a bit small", a nurse told our trainer finally, "But they're all medium for the back, and pretty sound, but if any of them gets too flushed, or anything like that, page us right away, Scarlet.  We've not lost a trainee yet, and we want to keep it that way."

"Thanks, Silver", Mistress Scarlet replied.  "Time to introduce them to their dorm, then - see you later!"

part three

The "dorm" was two stories up.  We used a lift to get there, and stepped out into a rather elegant corridor with an orange carpet, pictures on the walls, and at the far end a window which showed distant woodland, and a generally sunny English afternoon.  The doors we passed were all closed, with hotel-style numbers on them.  The room we stopped at was number 217; Mistress Scarlet produced a key and unlocked the door, and then led us in.

It was more than just one room, we discovered, it was a whole suite.  The three beds just had mattresses and fitted sheets on, at the moment; I'd half expected bedside tables and lockers, but of course we had no possessions.  There were three doors leading off the bedroom, or four if you counted a big cupboard set into one wall; our own not-so-private toilet, again designed for squatting, had a swing door, so that someone without the use of their hands could get in and out.  The same kind of door was on the second room, while the third door had a proper handle, and led to Mistress Scarlet's own bedroom. 

"This is your home from home for the next few weeks", Mistress Scarlet told us.  "Not quite as long for Natalie as she'll transfer to the stable block, but we all need our rest to stay in good shape, right?  My bedroom is through that door, and I don't want to be disturbed unless there is something urgent, and I get cranky if I'm woken up or interrupted during the night."

"Time to get you out of those ropes, and into something with a bit more style", she then told us.  "But don't try to do anything silly while your arms are free, or you really will have a bad time here.  We expect submission from you at all times, so obey my orders, and everything will be fine."

Natalie and I watched as Mistress Scarlet carefully cut the ropes off June, letting the pieces drop to the floor; other bits were unwound, and eventually June just stood there in nothing but her ball-gag.  "Good Girl", our trainer said, as she got some items out of the cupboard - the first thing she approached June with was a monoglove, a black leather contraption designed to hold both arms together behind one's back, with straps around the shoulders to keep it up, and lacings to keep it as tight as required.  "Arms behind your back please, June - you'll all be wearing one of these for quite a lot of the time, keeps you out of mischief and does wonders for your posture."

June put her arms behind her back, and allowed Mistress Scarlet to pull the monoglove up her arms, strap it into position, and then pull the lacings tight.  The straps and the tight lacing pulled her shoulders back, and brought her breasts up - and then it was my turn.

The ropes soon fell away, and I was briefly able to rub my arms in an attempt to get rid of the impressions they had left.  Soon, however, Mistress Scarlet gently but firmly moved my arms behind my back again, and the soft leather of the monoglove was pulled up, the straps buckled around my shoulders, and the lacing-up begun, pulling my arms together until my elbows were probably about three inches apart.

So, I was helpless again, but somehow more officially helpless, strapped and laced into tight leather; it was rather a buzz, though I didn't know exactly why.  Mistress Scarlet then gave Natalie the same treatment, and soon all three of us were gloved.  "Good girls", our trainer commented.  "But now it's time for a little bit of specialist feeding for all three of you."

Taking our leashes again, Mistress Scarlet led us to the third door, and pushed it open.  "You're probably thirsty too, so this will be just what you need - a milky drink with added protein.  I'll take off your ball-gags, and then you can each kneel by one of the dispensers."

Dispensers?  These were plastic statues of men, though without heads or arms, or indeed the top part of the torso.  What they did each have was a rather large erection, pointing towards us - we all looked at our trainer, a little puzzled, as she unbuckled our ball-gags.

June was the first to have the ball-gag taken out, and the first to speak.  "Mistress?  I don't understand..."

MistressScarlet ushered June over to just by one statue, and helped her to kneel there.  "It's part of your training, Juney - you suck the dispenser's cock, and you get a nice drink."  She put cuffs, joined by about eighteen inches of chain, around June's ankles, and used a little padlock to secure a ring at the end of the monoglove to the middle of the chain.  "The cock is slightly soft, you'll find that a little gentle pressure from your mouth improves the flow - and I'm sure that, after your journey, you must all be thirsty."

June was tentatively getting her lips around her dispenser while Mistress Scarlet moved me into position.  "Thank you, Mistress", I said, and while my ankles were cuffed and the monoglove pulled back to be locked into position, I got my mouth around my own dispenser.  The drink was indeed milky, and slightly thick, with a pleasant malty flavour.  It was difficult to suck more than the tiniest trickle, until I remembered our trainer's advice, and pushed my tongue against its underside, to be rewarded with an increased flow.

I'd not sucked Paul's cock for ages, probably only once or twice since the honeymoon, but, despite the very different circumstances, this did remind me of him - and a couple of earlier boyfriends, come to that.  Natalie was also in position now, and I glanced round as far as I could without stopping my drink, to see Mistress Scarlet grinning as she watched us.

"Well, Ardella was certainly thirsty - drink all you want, dear, I'll leave you three to it for a while.  When I get back...well, you've had an eventful day, so probably you'll be glad of an early night."

Day Two - part one

Our communal bedroom was warm enough for us not to need blankets, so we just slept naked, except for our collars, monogloves, and ankle-cuffs.  With a little careful manoeuvring it would have been possible to get up to use the toilet, but otherwise, it was just a matter of lying in the almost-dark, and trying to sleep.  We didn't have our ball-gags in, but none of us had anything much to say - the experience we'd been through had been a bit overwhelming, i suppose.