This follows Punishment Day Festival Pt. 04.
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MORNING
Yais squatted, pushing her bottom back to suffer the indignity of being cleaned after the even greater indignity and humiliation of being made to relieve herself outside, as a smirking maid held her leash. The girl spoke soothingly to her as if she were actually an animal or a child. The weather, even before dawn, was warm and being walked outside naked was demeaning but it was not painful.
The girl praised her roundly for doing her business so easily--even while being watched over! What a good pet! Yais squirmed and whimpered as she was intimately cleaned by the maid who might even be Yais' junior!
She was outside of the magnificent house, around on the side. The grass was somehow kept perfectly in check--some Art making each blade of grass grow to the same exact height. Even in the early dawn, she could see the carriages arriving. Important people coming to the house in glamorous coaches and carriages. She dreaded being seen out here, like this--but the maid with her leash hadn't let her hide behind bushes.
Now, after being cleaned, she was allowed to crawl back inside and the girl cheerfully led her through the maids chambers towards the family sleeping rooms. However midway through the maze of passages they were cut off by a group of maids chaotically buzzing around the corridor.
"It's blocked" said one of the senior girls. "We're moving some of the furniture. Go through the presentation hall and be quick about it."
"Come on, love," said Yais' maid as though she were speaking to a family pet. Yais growled inwardly but shifted to crawl along at a far slower speed than she was capable of (the command 'heel' required her to follow at her leash-holder's footsteps(. They exited from the servant maze and into the section designated the 'presentation hall'.
She stared--not precisely shocked, but amazed at the displays and feeling a surge of Epicaricacy at the state of those arranged for punishment. There was a "lover's stocks" where two girls were fixed, one above the other, each situated so their faces were buried in the other's sex. The inscription on the front was that the occupiers had been caught in an unauthorized act of mutual pleasure--were there authorized acts? The stocks also, it noted, caused a constant and uncomfortable urge to urinate. Indeed the young women were squirming unhappily in their restraints.
There, a boy, his thoroughly spanked bottom gleaming with an added oil that was, to her advanced sense of smell, calculated to itch and sting, rather than soothe, straddled a crescent moon shaped display pedestal. His hands were shackled to the top tip where his bottom rested on the lower. She could see where a massive rubbery "tip" which looked to be easily as big at its widest as her thigh, penetrated his buttocks--the bulk of the huge thing sunk inside his anus. His legs kicked slightly to either side. The legend suggested that the insertion was done with minimal Art, taking well over an hour to seat and the massive rubbery intruder was further designed to irritate the chamber it rested in, causing an impossible need to defecate and a push against an inner organ that, with the aid of a mechanism inside, caused constant wavering vibrations that kept him erect.
Indeed, he looked horrified and dismayed--his eyes entreating the maid leading Yais for some--any--relief--hopefully before visitors flooded the chamber. She smiled gaily at him, and blew the poor boy a kiss!
Ohhh--a girl Yais recognized stood on a slightly raised platform between two columns. Her top was locked into a restraint jacket that wrapped her arms uselessly around her midsection. Her lower section was naked save for a sort of "panty" with a single narrow thong that slipped between her nether-lips and her anal cleft and reeked of pepper oil that made Yais' eyes water.
Her feet were locked into awful punishment boots that kept her toes angled down and made her legs tremble with discomfort. Below her wide teary eyes her mouth was filled with a locking gag that smelled of a punishing soap. She pranced in obvious distress and humiliation.
Yais had to be tugged slightly to be hustled to the servant's corridor and she heard the great doors to the hall opening as they slipped inside.She gave her leash-holder a horrified glance. Those fates were, every one of them, unbearable--and there had been others up and down the presentation hall.
"Don't fret, pet," the maid said, cheerful and untroubled. "They'll suffer only an hour or so--at least Tamarie in those dreadful boots--before being given a rest! Those two in the lover's stocks may get to 'enjoy' each other a lot longer!" She grinned at this.
Yais shuddered. She clambered up the stairs and was brought to Virona's chambers. Behind and below her she could hear the machinery of the household gearing up as visitors arrived and were guided to the halls where the morning's events would unfold.
When they reached the outer doors, Yais started. She smelled--Cais? Definitely him, within--but--oh--he smelled in an unpleasant state. The maid clearly didn't smell anything but knocked softly on the post for servants to announce themselves and waited patiently. Yais, settled into her prescribed kneeling position, worried.
"Send our house pet in," came Virona's voice from within and the maid unclipped the leash and hung it. "You heard Mistress Virona." she said to Yais, giving her a pat on the shoulder and pointing to the door.
Yais gritted her teeth but she moved forward, off-leash, feeling like she was gliding over the floors, almost weightless, and pushed tentatively at the door. It wasn't latched and so it swung.
"Is our girl all taken care of?" Virona asked indulgent as she slipped inside. "Did we do our business out in the yard?" Her tone was, clearly, intentionally mocking. Yais made herself nod. "Yes, mistress."
"And our maids made sure pet is all nice and clean," she enthused. She wore a magnificent dress in brilliant reds and deep blues and golds. Yais could tell that beneath it she was in some form of uncomfortable corset and the expensive shoes that rested by a chair had small latches on them so that once placed on they would require a key to remove. Calculated discomforts for the second youngest of the family to endure at the party.
Sitting gingerly in a soft chair, Cais had fared a good deal worse. Yais stared in surprise. He wore an extremely fine shirt of gleaming red silks that buttoned down the front--but below that, he wore a pair of punishment trousers.
To be sure they were of an exotic fine leather--and clearly tailored exactingly to his dimensions. She could see how they clung, form fitting, no doubt to his buttocks and, she suspected strongly, matched the curves and clefts there so that they were anchored to plug in his rear. His front was in a hard leather pouch from which she smelled a paste she suspected was designed to both keep the skin relatively fresh--but also to engender a shifting discomfort for the organs trapped in it. Indeed, he squirmed slightly.
The pants' waist was a steel and gold belt that locked in the rear, the keyhole oversized and embellished to make it clear that the wearer of the pants couldn't take them off at his convenience.
His face was washed--but she smelled the remnants of tears--and... spend. He had ejaculated before being dressed in the disciplinary garment.
Before she could stop herself, she raced to him.
"Master--master--are you--" she began but Virona stepped over to her. She was still getting ready--
"He can't speak right now--he was given a quieting oil. It's done with Art rather than herbs so it'll release his tongue at the stroke of FIRST NONS." She ran a hand fondly through his hair. He gave her a weak glare.
"Here," she told Yais, "climb up in his lap--see if you can give him a measure of emotional comfort!"
Yais gave her a glare as well but climbed into his lap and felt his arms wrap her.
