Just Another Toy on the Shelf 2 by Riptieron
Hell
I have been incased in plaster for much too long- I feel thin beneath the plaster, I can just wiggle my legs a little inside my prison of plaster. I am being fed by a faceless person, they come twice a day to feed me, and she always has on a leather mask. I can’t get any sense of how long I have been here, except that it has been at least a year. I have felt a difference in the clothing that the client have worn, indicating that it must be past winter and into the next spring now. I have had many hundreds of thousands of encounters, each one drilling into my body with no regrets or indications that they care what I feel, if anything. They cum inside me, and then back off, sometimes quickly, sometimes not so quickly… they all have the desire inside of them to be able to do what ever they feel like doing to me, and they enjoy doing it.
My master has taken away my every freedom, and it hurts to know that in a couple of years, he will take away all pleasure, and contact to the rest of my world. I will become a part of the house, another chapter in its history that no person outside will ever speak of. My plight is lonely, and I yearn for more outside contact, not in the form of sex, but in the form of interaction, to meet eyes with someone, to gaze at them as they are near me. I have no hope to have this pleasure ever again. So simple a thing seems not to be missed, but it has more value to me now, than ever before.
I hear the next client being led to my chamber door, and the old latch on the door slides to the side and the door jolts open. No words are spoken, as the body moves into the room, and the door closes behind him. I shudder at the moments that precede his contact with my body; they linger like cold icicles, frozen without motion. The man just stands before me. I hear the sound of his belt buckle being loosened. Then his pants fall to the floor. He mumbles something to me, but it is not really meant for me to hear and I can’t make it out. He pushes his body against my flesh, and the softness of my breasts is once again violated by a course hand, groping at me like a starved hyena. The man’s pubic hair tickles my shaven pussy, and the shaft is bumping clumsily around the general area, but missing the mark. I try to open in acceptance, to ease the entry for myself, but it seems as though my visitor is not entirely worried about penetration.
He fondles my nipples with increasing pressure, and I am beginning to turn on to his touch, I have always loved the uninvited touch that cannot be avoided. My situation seems grim, and I love the big hands all over me. Finally his fat dick finds the mark, and I squirm to avoid the first thrust as he pushes into me. It is no use; my ass is firm against hard plaster, unyielding to any movement I make against it. There is no play in the encasement around me; I will always have to take any assault on me directly, no avoiding it. His shaft is bigger than most, and he is slowly working it inside of me- he is not fully erect yet, so the head keeps bending as he pushes. I feel the tip of it just past the entry hole, and know that he is a large man. He stops for a second and pulls out, he backs off, and I can hear him slapping his meat, bringing him to full erection. I shudder at the thought of how large it must be now.
He tries again to enter, guiding it with his hand he nudges the tip past my lips, and then rams inside, like a piece of steel, I feel like he will split me open, and I yelp into my gag at most pleasurable pain I have ever had. He yells out, “Oh yeah Daddy’s home!” and starts to drive me. Over and over I yelp uncontrollably, as he takes over my body, making me full on the inside, as never before. I feel like the plaster won’t contain me and the giant inside of me, as he totally fills the cavity of my pussy, and seems to make me swell like a balloon with too much air in it. I cannot stay in control this time, this man is more than I can handle. I came for the first time soon after he entered me, and now he is toying with me- bringing me to climax about every minute. He must be able to feel my pussy undulating around his giant pole. Nothing is certain anymore I have lost all cognitive ability, and I can only describe this as the day I became a human Popsicle. He grew in size and I knew he would cum soon, he was moaning now and I felt sweat rolling off of him.
He came finally, and stopped moving. I was relieved that he had stopped, he then pulled away. The sounds of his belt being fastened, and the door followed, he was gone. I still have cum oozing out of me, and his sweat on my chest, I feel like crying. I am nothing more than a whore, an old cum bag, something that has but one use, one purpose. Tears start streaming down my face as I think of all the things that will never be, the pleasure I had received at being able to smile at someone, or touch them.
Mystery Man
My master has been most diligent in procuring all the necessary things for me to be healthy; a masked woman comes in twice a day to provide for me. She shaves me, and feeds me, then cleans me after every client, sterilizing anything they leave behind. My mask is off for a brief time each day, and I can see things in the room. Since the room is no more than a closet, this is not a very big liberty. As soon as I am done eating my meal, spooned to me by the masked woman, she puts the mask back on my face. Then I will wait for the next client of the day.
But the next client never came. The next client never came and the masked woman did not come, my door is locked and I am getting worried about my life. What if something happened upstairs? A fire? Oh no, what will happen to me down here? I smelled no smoke but I fear the worst.
I waited all night for a disaster to strike me, but it never came. Nothing came, nothing happened. Maybe they all left me behind, and I am the only one left here to wither away, trapped in plaster. The sound of dripping water caught my attention. This sound must be from a spicket down the hall. This sound was new, and did not belong to my vocabulary of regular sounds. What could be going on?
Then I heard the footsteps from down the hallway. There was a man, and he was slowly entering the hallway outside my chamber. I can hear him checking the doors on the way down, fumbling with keys on a large ring. The man was checking each room, and moving my way. When he came to my door, he inserted several keys before finding the correct one to unlock the door. The door swung open, and he entered. Then he left, closing the door behind him. No sounds came from the outside again. I have not had dinner today, and I don’t think I’ll get a breakfast either. Something must have happened to change things here in the “Toy Room”. I get no news in here, and if everyone has left the mansion, then I am alone.
The next day the door opened up, and someone entered my cell. My mask was removed, and I looked out at a man in his thirties, with jet black hair, and a suite on. He stared at me for a long while before saying anything.
“How long have you been this way?” he inquired.
“I have been here since Master put me here, a year ago I think.” I said.
The man leaned onto the small table in the cell, and rubbed his chin, pensively.
“Who takes care of you?” he asked, choosing his questions carefully.
“A woman that wears a leather mask.” I answered, wondering if this man was going to be the new Master, or if perhaps if he had taken over the estate, right now I don’t know what his place is, and I cannot make any demands of him.
“Why are you in this cell?” he asked, and looked at me hard.
“My Master felt that I would better serve him here, he had chosen another head slave.” I replied.
“Is there anything that you do, down here in this cell?” he said, again staring at me.
“I am to be used by the clients that come here.” I answered.
He nodded, and got up off the table. “I will see that you are cared for.” He said briskly, and replaced the mask, and left the room, locking the door behind him. I don’t really understand the events that are still unfolding, but it seems that something has happened to my Master- he is not in control of the estate anymore; from the sound of this mysterious man in my cell.
It was about an hour later when someone came to my door, and unlatched the lock, and came inside. They slowly removed my mask, and said, “My name is Dr. Kerns, you may call me Ann.” She was an older woman, and seemed nice. She had a tone in her voice of authority. I am going to feed you as soon as the kitchen gets it ready, is there something that you would like to have in particular?” She paused looking at my blank stare, my disbelief at the question; I simply shook my head “No” at the offer. My instincts told me this was not possible. The woman was treating me as a person, not regarding me as a thing.
“What is your name honey?” she asked me, closing the door behind her.
“What happened, what is going on here?” I asked.
“I am going to take care of you now, and many things are going to change for you in the coming months. I am going to make these changes easier for you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, not understanding the implications of what change meant for me.
“Your Master, has died, his benefactor is not interested in keeping slaves. I am here to help you regain your life, and freedom.”
I closed my eyes, and sighed out a long breathe, as the end of a chapter suddenly slammed shut on my life.
New Beginning
I do not know much about my Master’s fate except that he died, and now someone has stepped in to clean-up his affairs, in my case that is something of a burden to him I am sure. Nothing really makes sense to me, I have been provided for by the benefactor, who has graciously provided for my hospitalization and rehabilitation. In one year the benefactor will meet with me again to disclose any remaining business remaining.
I have been out of the plaster for six months now, and I am just now able to walk freely about the hospital. My imprisonment took all the muscle mass from my body, and left me so weak that I could not even move with out help from a nurse. When I first came here the doctors put me on a special high protein and calcium diet, with constant therapy. It took three months to work up to a walker, and then another three to be able to walk upright. I had no idea that I might be able to be free again, but I have anxiety all the time, fear of the world, fear of what the world will bring to me. When I was inside the plaster, all was out of my hands, all was taken care of, no bills, no people to answer or talk to, nothing.
My new life is busy with all kinds of distractions, busy with chatter, and work, and demands. I learned that Dr. Kerns is here to help me integrate back into this world, so I don’t go insane. She has a meeting with me everyday at 3:00. She is trying to help me discover myself. She asks plenty of questions about how I feel, and what are my plans, is there something I want to do? It’s driving me mad just answering the questions!
My stay at the hospital will be for one more month at which time I can return to the mansion, and stay there until the end of the year. Lawyers have come and gone, getting my signature on all kinds of insurance documents, and medical releases, I even had an interview with a detective. Most of the people that have become aware of the things that went on inside the mansion are immediately appalled. They ask me how I ever managed and shake their heads. It seems that my Master has left the benefactor with a serious set of problems to sort out with the police, and the community.
The hospital shuttle van pulled up to the main entrance of the house, and the nurse helped to bring in my things. I returned to the mansion to find nobody there, save one grounds person, who I recognized from when I was a slave here. Many things seemed different- somehow changed, without even being touched. The master is gone, and this house is empty for those of us who remained, giving me a ghostly hollow feeling. It’s gnawing at my senses, a mistake that can’t be corrected. I felt I must begin to look immediately for another place to live; I would rather not stay here without my Master, even though he is dead. The hold he had over me ran very deep- I only now understand that this is not what is normal to most people. I find myself looking at other people as my superior, looking to slip into that role of slave, into a submissive role. Dr. Kerns looks at this behavior as counter productive and says that I am trying to release myself from responsibility. I know she is right, but I also feel like I am drawn to it, it just feels right for me.
I get my things unpacked in the back bedroom, and then look out the window towards the grounds. The garden is much better looking now than it ever was, all the yard is green, no patches of dead grass, the hedge is trimmed, and the azaleas are full, blooming and healthy. The sun is shining, its about 11:30, and I want to eat on the porch. In the kitchen, a new butler is preparing bagels and locks. There is fresh fruit and cream cheese, several containers of yogurt on the counter in a bowl of ice.
“Hello Maim” says the butler, “I am Gravely” he spoke very eloquently, and in a London accent, he was obviously well trained to be a butler. “Please, help yourself.” He said pointing at the dishes already out at the end of the bar.
“Hello.” I replied. I picked up a plate from the counter, and started to serve myself.
“How was your stay at the hospital?” he implored.
“I really am glad to be walking again…” I said with a smile, feeling a little strange about what had happened to me. I wondered if he knew what had been going on in this house. I looked around, wondering who else might be in the house still.
“Gravely, who is staying in the house, living here I mean?” I asked.
“As far as I know, it is just you and Myra, the maid. I am staying in the guest house, along with Mr. Everly, the Groundskeeper.” He said factually, “Mr. Airs is coming into town on Wednesday morning, and will be here till Friday.” He added.
“Mr. Airs?” I asked, “Who is Mr. Airs?” I asked eagerly.
“Why Mr. Airs is the inheritant of this estate, the benefactor.” He said plainly. I just nodded my head slowly, and turned with my food to toward the French doors, leading out to the patio.
If Mr. Airs inherited this place, then what am I still doing here? I was confused about the arrangements that had been made for me. If my Master had provided for me in the will, then this would make more sense, but what then does the will entitle me to? The questions that I have, will only lead me to more questions… I have to talk with Mr. Airs when he arrives. He will be able to answer my questions.
The Estate is expansive, the grounds cover far more than had ever known about, for instance the horse stables, far on the hillside opposite the house, I never really noticed them before now. The valley has a man made lake that features a dock, and a gazebo at the end. All of these things seem new again, as if I had never seen them at all. Most of my time was spent inside the house, awaiting my master behind a locked door, or in a strict hogtie. I never had any idea of how nice the world outside was.
That afternoon, I took a long swim in the pool, and then a dip in the hot tub. Relaxing is something that I could handle. In the morning of the following day, I went for a walk to see the stables, where I found the groundskeeper, Mr. Everly, turning out the manure. He had on a wide-brimmed straw hat, and blue jean coveralls, pushing a cartful of manure out of the stable to the compost. He rarely speaks, he looks to be about 50 or so- and peers out from underneath the brim of his hat with mistrusting eyes. I wave to him as I stroll up to the barn, peering into the cool dark brown interior. The sounds of horses treading, and flies buzzing comes out, and the draft coming from the opposite side of the barn brings the smells of manure and feed. I never have smelled anything like it before. I think back to what Dr. Kerns told me about new experiences, and I realize this is what she was referring to. This was something totally new for me. I came to the first stall; where a stallion was at the side rail, looking at me with a disapproving stare.
“You need to show him you’re a friend, if you want to make friends with him.” Said Mr. Everly, startling me with his abrupt interruption of my thoughts. He handed me an apple, and pointed to the huge animal before me, the black stallion. I slowly crept to the stall door, and reached out with the apple, offering it to the skittish horse. The horse tipped his nose out, sniffed at the apple, and then gently pulled it out of my hand, crushing it inside his mouth.
“His name is Bob, Bob Marley, I just call him Marley though, seems to fit better than Bob.” Said Mr. Everly. The old man I had never known from when the Master was alive was now beginning to open up to me in a way I had not expected. He was, cute- in a fatherly sort of way, and not as crotchety as I had imagined.
“This is the Edwards horse, they board him here for the summer time, before going to Florida in the winter.” He told me, as he brushed the horse’s nose.
“How do you take care of all the things here, all by yourself?” I asked him, looking at he stables.
“Oh, I don’t have to do it all; I just manage mostly, and get help for the labor. The stabled horses are looked after by the owners, they have their own help. None of the horses here are owned by us anymore.”
I gazed at the stalls and started back to the house, it was time for lunch. Today Dr. Kerns had scheduled a visit to the house, she was eager to access me outside of the hospital. I was not looking forward to the meeting. Dr. Kerns has a way of confusing my thoughts.
I found the trip home very tiring. It was a good half mile or so to the house. By the time I got home, Gravely was setting out lunch, and made a good salad for me. I could not believe that I was being treated like this; it was as if I were an honored guest. It did not feel right to me. Some of the things in my life now just made no sense, like the care that Mr. Airs was showing for me, and why the other slaves from the house weren’t here too. Did he feel obligated because I was cast into plaster? Was he trying to atone somehow for what he thought my Master had done to me? I just did not know.
I was feeling very alone in the new world that I have discovered outside of the cast, outside of my closet. It seemed as thought I had gone from being public property, (privately owned of course) to private property, no admittance permitted. I wanted to be touched, yearned for it. I had not been violated in any way since the day that Dr. Kerns came into my chamber, and began to prepare me for my eventual return to regular society. This was good in a way, and yet I had a feeling of loss, too. I no longer had the impression, or the constant reminder that I was a valued object; I was simply a person, a person in the backwards world of slavery is not very accustom to having to initiate contact with others. I finally know what my deepest wound is, after all the years of lowered self esteem, I have no self awareness without others.
Mr. Airs
His car pulled up to the house at 9:15. The driver and his assistance popped out quickly and started to shuttle his things to the house. I watched from my bedroom window, on the second floor; overlooking the circular drive, in front of the house. He was wearing a black suit, and had a briefcase. He paused to look at the front of the house, staring up at me.
At lunchtime I went down to meet with him, he was at the dinning room table with a laptop computer. His assistant was typing away at her own laptop, networked to her PDA. She had a trim figure, with hair pulled up in a bun, wore a short black dress, and heels. She was exceptionally tall. She gave me an intimidating stare as I crossed to the kitchen. Mr. Airs was on his cell phone discussing a trade negotiation.
In the kitchen, Gravely was preparing cold cuts, and salads, shrimp, and pasta salad. He was simply the best butler/cook in the world. I gave him a stare that would melt a diamond in thanks for his service, but I fear it went unappreciated by him. The blank look on his face told me he was out of bounds for personal social interactions. I felt out of place.
Gravely took a large tray out from the cabinet, and loaded the sandwiches and shrimp. He carted it off to the dining room for Mr. Airs. I followed him to the table. Mr. Airs looked up, and greeted me, “Hello, Kristy, are you finding everything to your liking?” he asked.
“Everything is fine, sir.” I replied. He smiled at me.
“Kristy, there are some things we need to discuss, you are in quite a unique position.” He added, “I have the job of holding this estate for my late uncle, and upon doing so, I learned of the things that had gone on in this house.” He said with a tone of disapproval. “I never intended for my generosity to affect my uncle in this way…” he said regretfully.
I sat in my chair at the end of the table, quietly listening to these words, not knowing what was coming next.
“I must apologize for the treatment you received at the hands of my uncle, I had no idea this was going on.” He said slowly. His assistant was still typing in the background. He turned to her and motioned for her to leave, and she obediently obeyed.
There was a long pause.
“You don’t have to apologize, Mr. Airs, I…” He cut me off.
“Yes, -I do. Yes I do.” He said with some immediacy to his voice, “I am a businessman, I have many important and influential associates, I cannot afford this to get out- it would certainly kill me in the open market.” I felt as if he was annoyed with my ignorance of these things.
“How would I ever hurt you?” I asked, truly not understanding his position.
“My dear, it’s much more than just you… I don’t think you would ever hurt anyone.” He said grinning. What is your understanding of the will?”
“I have never seen the will.” I said, startled by the question.
“Well, its no matter, the first reading of the will is today at 3:00, here.” He said, shaking his head uncomfortably. “You will of course be there to see what is in it for you?” he concluded.
“Why would I be named in the will?” I stammered.
“Because you were his legal heir, his wife.” He said quite seriously, and dumbfounded that I was not aware of this. I lost a beat in my heart. My breathing got shallow and I almost passed out. This explained all the royal treatment that I have received, and the reason that I have remained in the house when the others, no doubt, were expelled. I was for the first time, aware of my situation, as it stood. This news did not comfort me at all, my stomach was turning the shrimp round, and I stood up from the table, and took a few steps backwards in fright of the sudden news that I had missed my wedding day, a day that I had never even thought possible.
I had never had any idea that the extremely wealthy could be cast into such a rigid mold of social order. It was worse than the bondage that I experienced when I was a slave. I did not know the rules for this type of bondage; I would certainly be punished in ways I don’t yet understand…
Next Chapter: Rise to Power
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