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It was a full forty minutes before I released Katherine and drew her up. Her nipples were rigid, her breasts swollen. Following me in with a distinctly awkward gait after the whipping I had accorded her, my aunt released Frederick and motioned him to dress in a side room.
'How many times, Katherine?' I asked softly, passing my hand down between her thighs. The abundance of his sperm made itself felt soapily between her thighs. Some had trickled down and riled into the ridged tops of her stockings. Burying her hot face into my shoulder, Katherine mumbled something I could not catch. It would not do. I lifted her reluctant face, watching the sly messengers of pleasure endeavouring to scurry into hiding behind her eyes.
'He came twice at least, I trust?' I asked sternly. Again she wanted to conceal her face but I would not permit it. I had yet to learn myself that it is one of the most satisfying positions, squatted face to face upon a man's thighs.
'Yes,' she averred thickly. 'Beatrice, I must...'
'Punish him? Of course - at your pleasure,' I interrupted. An exceedingly pretty half-laugh broke from her lips, accompanied by a small, emerging 'Oh!' that had all the colour and perfume of a budding rose. I drew her dress down as a mother might with a child and smoothed her hips.
'You will not make me again?' she asked. The invitation was so blatant that I all but laughed.
'Obedience is necessary at all times, Katherine,' I replied softly and kissed her brow. It was damp still with her exertions as were her peachlike bottom cheeks which held a faint mist of moisture between them. It would have pleasured me distinctly then to have guided another manroot into her bottom while holding her down beneath my arm. Perhaps she read the wish in my eyes for she simpered and pressed into me.
'I should never . . .' she began.
I knew her intention. It was to apologise to me for what had gone before. Perhaps she thought I had come in disguise to test her. 'You may have Jenny as a handmaid for today, Katherine.'
I moved away quickly and left her. She would have had me stay, I felt, perhaps to afford her some obscure sense of comforting. One must keep one's distance, however. I had turned her about neatly and left her, so to speak, with one foot in mid-air. My immediate concern was with Amanda. She had dallied long in the garden with Caroline. Nevertheless, their would-be pleasing efforts were evident from the array of blooms which stood on the kitchen table. Maria was adjusting some of them. She gazed at me rather shyly as I entered.
'You are happy, Maria?' I asked. The bloom of health seemed indeed to be upon her. I had a certain taste for the voluptuousness of her curves which her deliberately tight and abbreviated costume enhanced. She nodded. A veil of uncertainty was in her eyes. Her fingers flustered at the flowers. There was a new ring on her finger, I noticed. It was one of no great account. My uncle had given it to her, I guessed. On my questioning her, she confessed it.
'He mounted you, Maria?' The question was so direct that she knew not what to answer. A tiny bubble of saliva appeared between her lips which were richly curved but smallish. 'As Frederick did in the stable, Maria?' I insisted. Beneath her black skirt I could envisage the ripeness of her cheeks in their waiting.
'My husband don't know, Ma'am,' she stammered.
'Answer the questions, Maria,' I said softly and stayed her hands from their toying with the stalks of the blooms. Her palms were moist.
'I was ashamed, Ma'am,' she choked. The expression in her eyes was ill-disguised. It followed not the twisting of her lips. She would lend herself, I sensed, to whatever I intended.
'Did you buck or struggle, Maria?' I gripped the bun of her hair which was coiled up with hairpins. One loosened and fell between my fingers.
'No, Ma'am, I daren't. Miss Katherine she had the whip, in the stable, and the Mistress she warned me not to move afterwards when I was in the dining-room over the table.'
I was but half listening. Though not indolent, she was learning her pleasures in the sly way known to such women. An occasional protest cleared her conscience, as she saw it. Her husband, she said, was a good man, a quiet man, like herself nearing thirty. He worked as a farm labourer. I released her hair.
'You will come shortly into my service, Maria - as also your husband. There will be work for him to do around the house. I am having a site cleared for stables. You may perhaps be my stable mistress, if it so pleases me. You have learned a little of the handling of females and you are acquiescent. You will learn under my instructions.'
I doubted whether she knew the meaning of 'acquiescent' any more than she would have recognised a five-pound note. I have since given field-girls a guinea piece for their intended services and seen them gaze at it in wonder. Words unspoken danced upon Maria's lips. From the brief description she had given me of her husband, Ned, he would be able amply to service both Caroline and Jenny when required. Maria - given over to such pleasures as I occasionally permitted her - would soon grow used to it.
Amanda I called within. Lolling upon a rug on the lawn, Caroline stared at me in some wonder. I gave her a smile. 'Later,' I called. It would comfort her for a while. In my uprising was her safety, as she knew. The memory of being bound to her in our nudities was still one of my sweetest. We would play games of remembrance, perhaps. I would find a way. She would become my favourite handmaiden, an adored one. In the attic would be laughter again. I would brush her hair and fondle and pat her bottom, coaxing. In her shaftings would be the whisperings of sunhazed lust. The bees' wings on the windowsill would stir. I would make colours to enchant her eyes. Filled and fulfilled she would be led down the ladder again, her legs in their slimness-sweet uncovered still. The gold between her thighs would glint with sperm. In her richness.
'Is there richness, Amanda?' I asked. Knowing not, she did not answer. There was awkwardness in her gait as I led her up. Her small, tight bottom was attended to daily and yet still it jerked skittishly at the first stroke of leather or birch. In my bedroom I stilled Amanda with my hand and made her stand, feet together, while I sat on the bed.
'This will be your first new exercise - to stand still on command. Will you do so, Amanda, if you are no longer caged or birched?'
She nodded, an arising of hope in her eyes.
'What is it you seek?' I asked. 'There will be the strap still.'
'I do not know,' she mumbled.
In my intuitions she was a relatively poor subject, though I knew not why. Rising, I moved around her and passed my hand up beneath her skirt to see whether or not she would flinch. She did not. I urged my thumb against her rosehole. Aunt Maude inserted the dildo twice daily in her now. It had improved her, I noticed. A tiny assenting movement of her bottom made itself felt against my thumb.
'You do not mind the strap?' I asked. I moved the ball of my thumb up and down between the elastic cheeks.
Amanda shook her head in a manner that was at least uncertain. Perhaps she feared to say no - or perhaps pride held her back. There was a possibility by now that she had begun to accept it with a surprised sense of pleasure - the stinging a challenge.
'Raise your dress, Amanda, and tuck it in about your waist. Feet together, hands at sides. Good. You will stand so when you are told. It will be a further exercise. Your thighbands - should they not be of silver now? Have you earned them?'
'I have been good.' Her lips quivered.
Was she aware to what she had replied? I thought of the house from which we had led her here. The gloom of the rooms - the latticed windows too small. Male hands that had quavered briefly about our breasts. 'Silver,' I repeated. I ran my fingers around the metal bands. 'He is a jeweler, is he not? Would you not prefer silver?'
'I suppose.' The dull tone of her voice had the lusterless feel of the back of a dry spoon run over the tongue.
'Then it shall be,' I told her. Her eyes moved not. Could Aunt Maude have handled her differently, to a better end? I felt certain not.
The curls about her pubic mount were tight and neat, trimmed straight across the top as my own had been. The curve of her belly was very slight, her breasts gelatinous and firm. I would have written messages on her mind save that in reading them she would not comprehend them. In two or three years perhaps she would be betrothed. Her eyes would move with vagueness through her days. Men would kiss her and bed her. She would respond with a vacuousness that would disappoint all save the lust-seekers. He who was to mount her and fashion the broad rings of silver for her thighs would be such. They were mere oddments of people - of no account. Had there at least been slyness in her I could have used it, wended it within my wendings, eased tunnels of discovery.
By seven that evening, after the dispatch of Frederick as messenger, the jeweller arrived. His eyes were haggard with expectancy.
'So soon?' he asked me. His eyes held querulous dismay that I, who had permitted my breasts to be fondled by him, should now have taken charge.
'Amanda waits upstairs,' I replied.
Doffing his hat and cloak he accompanied me in some evident wondering, which I uttered no words to satisfy. At the turn of the stairs that led to the caging-room I halted for a moment.
'It shall be as I say. You will do all that I say. You will not speak unless I request it. Otherwise a delicate balance will be disturbed. Thereafter you may take her back. You will find her acquiescent. There is but one thing more,' I added, leading him in.
At the sight before him he stopped dead. Amanda was over the bar, her body freshly bathed and perfumed. I had deemed it necessary to tie her wrists so that she could not rise. Her long legs were neat together. Naked, her bottom rendered its perfect apple shape. I closed the door upon us.
'Remember my words - the fine balance,' I told him again in a whisper.
He accepted with a nod - deeming himself perhaps in Paradise. His eyes were tentacles about her yielded form. Aloud, I added for Amanda's benefit, 'Next week her common metal thigh bands are to be replaced by silver ones. You will no doubt think of an appropriate design to engrave around them. Remove your clothes now and watch.'
'R-r-remove?' he stuttered.
'Or you shall not have her. There are certain conventions that we have instilled in her,' I went on glibly. The entire scene amused me not overmuch but I intended to have it performed. It was my first experiment in any event with an unconditioned male. 'You agree to give her solid silver stocking bands?' I asked.
'If it is wished,' he croaked. Under my waiting eyes his hands fiddled with the undoing of his waistcoat.
'It is wished,' I replied. With others the edge of farce might already have been reached, but here within this strange room and with Amanda perfectly poised for his pleasuring, the dolt was ready to accept all that I said. Her very muteness added to the occasion.
A florid cast came into his features as he commenced with ludicrous reluctance to remove his clothes in front of me. I affected not to look at him. There was a certain brawniness in his figure which perhaps had its brutish attraction. His trunk was thick, his thighs tree trunks. At the first offering of his nakedness his penis lolled inert but rose in anticipation as I led him to her. I had oiled Amanda's bottom already in preparation for the moment. To all appearances she hung there dazed. Only a slight trembling of her knees betrayed her. He himself appeared now as one in a trance. Placing my hand in the small of his back I urged him yet a further step forward. Stemming upwards, his penis - which was of full girth and good length - pressed its pulsing column against the inrolling of her nether cheeks. Amanda immediately uttered a small cry, jerking like a nervous filly. The movement served only to bulge her bottom deeper against his balls.
'In silence, please, your wrists together behind your back,' I told him.
The gaping of his mouth at these words gave him an air of great stupidity. Nevertheless he obeyed. Taking him entirely by surprise in the fretful impatience of his loins, I manacled his wrists. His face became purplish.
'Silence!' I warned, 'the first act is intended as a ceremonial. You will receive instructions on how to handle her during the first weeks hereafter.'
Amanda's head began to toss. She strained at her wrist bonds. The most tearful of protests escaped her. She had awoken it seemed from the lulling comfort of her bondage. I had expected it. My next act therefore surprised her since, moving around to the front of the bar where her shoulders hung, I untied her wrists.
'Do not move,' I warned her. 'You have your choice even so. Accept his cock in you at last or you will stay for a further three months here. Do you understand?'
'P-please-I don't want him to.' Her voice appeared piteous, small - of unutterable appeal. It moved me not since no upward movement of her back occurred. Some hint of slyness for which I had previously sought in vain was apparent in her at last for she gripped the bar, though nervously, and held her bottom remarkably still, her hair flowing down about her face. I moved back to where her stallion stood, his eyes glassy with despair as - bereft of the use of his arms - he endeavoured to manoeuvre his swollen crest against the rim of her rosehole.
'Permit me,' I said and seized his rod which throbbed enormously in my palm. Motioning him back and thereby permitting him, for the first time in his life no doubt, the intimate attendance of two females at once, I urged his stiff shaft down and positioned the ruddy knob against Amanda's well-oiled aperture. 'Enter her slowly,' I breathed.
His knees trembled violently, jaw sagging, as the rubbery rim yielded with petulant moans and cries from Amanda. In but a second the knob was engulfed - the shaft itself standing proud. Its veins throbbed in their eagerness. Gripping the hairs at the back of his neck I drew upon them sharply, bringing from him a surprised groan. Sodomy - though males know it not - is an act of worship towards the superior sex. For to whatever bondage or apparent humiliations females are brought, they remain - as Aunt Maude had taught me now - the eternal victors of the act. Able as they are to receive a succession of pulsing and apparently dominant penises, it is the males who retire wan and spent.
Thus did I monitor the act. Gliding my hand between them and taking his pendent eggs in the palm of my hand, I restricted his entry half-inch by half-inch, ignoring - as I well knew I could - the anguished cries and sobbings of Amanda and the febrile jerkings of his loins as he sought to sheathe his rod more quickly.
'Whoooo! Whoooo! No! No - Oh! Ah! stop him, please!' Alexandra moaned endlessly.
At the half mark, however, his heavy trunk had now leaned more on hers until he was all but fully bent over her, his breath raucous. I had taken his balls now from behind. The pressures of my fingers were warnings enough for him to proceed as if by stealth into the clamlike gripping of her depths.
'B-b-b-b-b-!' Amanda moaned incoherently.
I knew the wildness of her mind - the surging of the seawaves there - the outward rushing of the breath. Her eyes bulged. For a moment her hands deserted the gripping bar below in such a gesture that I feared rebellion. Loosing his testicles I gave then his buttocks a hearty slap, the immediate result of which was to ram his root completely within her bottom. Ah! her wild, high-pitched shriek!
'Na-ah-aaaaaaaaah!' she shrilled, but deeply corked as she now was, her hips were immobile, her sobs spilling down upon the blankly staring floor. Straps, whose purpose had not signified themselves to him, came swiftly to my hands. Groaning, he felt the grinding of her bottom warm into his belly as I strapped their thighs together at the top and buckled quickly. Only the slightest movement of his loins was now possible. I could but guess at the ecstasy of sensations he was experiencing. Bound thus in the most bizarre manner, his wrists strained helplessly at the manacles, his buttocks twitching as Amanda's gripping bottom first tightened upon him and then undoubtedly relaxed. I moved and knelt before her, raising her hot-flushed face to mine.
Her eyes were half-closed, giving a pretty fluttering to the lashes. Easing my palms forward uppermost, I allowed her tits to weigh upon them. Her nipples, as I had expected, had hardened into thornlike points. Her lips lolled wet beneath my passing kiss. There was no need for speech. Her mind did not communicate itself to me.
'R-r-release!' he croaked.
I saw no need to. Her bottom needed to accommodate itself to him more fully. Leaving them in their posture, I descended and found Caroline drinking lemonade in the breakfast room. Aunt Maude had taken Jenny and Katherine out, it seemed.
More immediately upon my appearance, however, Caroline rose and threw herself into my arms. 'May we not go home?' she asked.
I took her hand, having kissed her, and led her to a couch. 'You will be obedient, Caroline?'
She nodded. Her eyes were faintly blurred with happiness, her cheek was velvety warm to mine. I felt for her breasts. The resilient mounds were snowy white and firm, the nipples like tiny cherries. In two years perhaps I would have her wed. It was not an experience I proposed myself to indulge in again. In the meantime I would nurture and develop her to a point where her usefulness would be unbounded.
'Wait for me in my room,' I told her.
'You will not be long, Beatrice?' Her eyes were the spaniel eyes of Father, brushing my skirts, nudging my calves - reaching to caress.
'Of course not,' I smiled. My voice was at its most gracious.
I reached the caging-room in but moments and there gazed for a moment at the tableau which still presented itself. Amanda breathed softly - sniffling a little at my entry. With quick efficiency I released him from her. His cock emerged bubbling at the tip. The very suction of her bottom had produced an energetic pulsing of sperm, it seemed. Amanda was as quickly released. As coyly as she endeavoured to hide her face from him, she could not escape the darting of her eyes towards the now almost pendant penis that had entered and injected her.
'Dress and go down, Amanda. Prepare yourself for departure,' I said simply. With only her dress to don, she was ready in a moment, her face a dull pink as she passed him in the act of restoring his trousers. 'And Amanda. . .' I called after her.
She turned at the door, endeavouring with little success to bring a look of remoteness to her features.
'You will not disobey. I shall visit to ascertain your progress,' I told her. A mischief seized me. I knew the butterfly thoughts in her mind - the bumbling and buzzing of words that escaped before she could speak them. 'Your allowance will be increased. Is that not so?' I turned and challenged him. It would not be my way with others, but these - as I have said - were mere oddments of people.
'What?' he ejaculated. The coldness of my stare was evident.
Ludicrous in its peeping as he strove to cover himself, his penis lolled palely through the unfastened gap in his trousers. A wan bird that had flown and returned.
'... ah, yes... ' he stammered.
I nodded to Amanda whose expression was a picture. Whether I had undone or encouraged her conversation I knew not. The door closed upon her with the silence of one who leaves an unread note behind.
'My aunt would have a bracelet. I doubt not that you will fashion one well,' I told him.
'Ah, yes.' He seemed for the moment incapable of any other words.
In slightly dishevelled state he was led without. On the landing I paused, closing the door to the caging- room with such solemnity as I felt was due.
'You will have her, of course, tonight,' I said, 'and in the same mode. She is not, however, to be tied. The arm of a sofa will suffice. As to strappings...'
'Yes?' His lips quavered wetly. I found the sight not to my taste.
'Once weekly of a morning, immediately upon her waking. You will modify her with some pretty nightgowns - of a transparent variety, of course. Shell-pink and a pale blue would suit her. You will take her bottom formally and without preliminary caresses or kisses. It is desired,' I said regally, knowing him sufficiently insensitive not to appreciate that I was bubbling with silent laughter within.
Cossetted more than she had been before, and no doubt later to be endowed with her own small carriage, Amanda would lend herself to it, I thought, with less difficulty than he anticipated. Within days she would derive more pleasure from it than she knew. He nodded as if we were engaged upon some solemn discourse of State. Our footsteps sounded quietly upon the stairs.
Amanda waited patiently in the hail, her features slightly constrained. To her surprise I kissed her cheek. Outside the horses of his carriage pawed the ground impatiently, their heads tossing. 'The requirements are understood,' I said to her.
Not knowing of what I spoke she nodded, hither lip, stared briefly at him and then dropped her eyes. He, believing obviously that she and I had already discussed such matters as I had conveyed to him, took her arm with rather more of a beseeching gesture than he had anticipated. I opened the door. It is never my intention to have servants present at such moments. Bowing, he allowed me to precede them. I moved towards the carriage, motioning to the hastily clambering coachman not to descend. I opened the door.
'Raise your dress to the tops of your thighs when you are seated, Amanda - and so keep it until the end of your journey,' I said. She blushed fiercely. Her eyes fenced briefly with my own and then indicated their surrender. 'He will not caress you,' I added as they entered, 'you are both to remain constrained. Forward, coachman!'
Straining in their harness, the four horses moved forward. My last glimpse for the nonce of Amanda was of her thighs flashing, her lips parted in a rosebud 0 of wonder. A ripple of laughter escaped me. My fingers toyed about the full, rich blooms of the rhododendron bushes which lined the driveway as I returned to the house. They had obeyed me - they would obey, no doubt for months, until a greater loosing of lust took them.
It was of no matter, though out of an impudence of power I would visit upon them later. The older female of the house - she who had sat so complacent upon our visit there - might then need attending to. I would anticipate no objections either from her spouse or from Amanda. The occasion would provide a first exercise for Maria.