Learning to Serve: First Morning

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Scott awoke early at 4 AM, but he was unsure. The angst he held was only overtaken by his extreme morning wood. His Mistress’s arms and legs were wrapped around him and he wriggled free. With bound hands, negotiating movement was a bit difficult, but he found his way to between her knees. As he nudged his way between her legs, she instinctively spread them and he lapped her with full tongue from asshole to clit. Sleepily, she moved her legs over his shoulders, settling on his back. He licked in long laps, as was his custom, but then concentrated on her clit. He worked it vigorously as she emitted moans of pleasure while half asleep, pulling the back of his head deep into her, bucking against his mouth, her chest heaving, and breath rapid, she came in a furious spasm. Once recovered, Joan glanced at the alarm clock stating, “Well done pet, but it is too early. Wait another hour and repeat.”

Scott was certainly frustrated. He couldn’t venture from the bedroom, being naked, bound at the wrists, and the threat of Joan’s daughter somewhere about. All he could do is wait, wait for his Mistress to be ready. As he bit the insides of his gums, he relished his situation. Scott’s chest rose in heavy breaths as he struggled to comprehend these newly discovered desires. Were they always there? Was his love of eating pussy a hint to his submissiveness? How much of a submissive was he? The minutes felt like hours, lying there, confined to the bedroom, controlled by his shackles, waiting to pleasure his Mistress again. Finally, Joan began to stir, pulling on the leash, she gently instructed, “Again.”

Scott moved between Joan’s legs again, lapping at her already moist pussy, relishing its taste. Another wave of numbing sensations ran from his head throughout his body, buzzing and tingling. He was receiving no stimulation, but the euphoric feelings erupted inside him from his service to his Mistress. Overwhelmed and rock hard, Scott continued to lap at his Joan’s pussy, pausing at her clit to flick his tongue over it and then return to her taint and sometimes if lucky to her asshole, lapping again. Slowly and deliberately he worked, reading each gyration of his Mistress, knowing she wanted him to pace himself, knowing he was pleasuring her, knowing that she was gaining more control with each lick of his tongue. He was where he wanted to be. Once Joan began forcing her hips into Scott’s face, he focused on her clit; again, sucking, nibbling and swirling his tongue in every direction possible. Joan’s legs tightened around his head, squeezing his temples, Her head thrust up as she again clutched the back of Scott’s head, wailing, “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH, yes, yes, AAAAAAHHHH, fuck your tongue is so good, yes, AAAAAHHHHHH, yes.” With her crotch pulsing up and down, Scott continued to lick as his Mistress came on his face, soaking him in wetness. As her gyrations began to slow, Scott softly massaged the folds of her pussy, drinking her juices, relishing her taste. Once Joan’s breathing regained normalcy, she said, “Well done my pet, you may stop for now.”

Scott’s hard-on still raged against his stomach. Joan summoned Scott to cuddle next to her. As she spooned against his muscular back, she slowly massaged his balls, wickedly taking her manicured fingernails and running them up the main vein on the backside of his cock. With his cock jumping and quivering at each touch, Joan teased and edged him more. Placing her hand around his cock, Joan traced the main vein up, forcing pre-cum to flow over his head. With her index finger, she gathered the clear liquid, placing her finger on Scott’s lips, slowly inserting it into his mouth. Scott sucked greedily on her finger, relishing the sweet taste of his own fluid.

“Careful pet, you may develop a thirst for cum. I know that you are a demanding coach and teacher who all the school girls fawn over. We do not want to ruin the perception of the man you are.”

Scott turned, looking into Joan’s eyes, “Mistress, I am any man that you want me to be. You are in charge and I place myself in your keep, to guide as you see fit.”

With those words, Joan’s chest heaved a bit as the rapidness of Scott’s falling into submission was a bit surprising. This served to embolden Joan’s resolve, fueling her more carnal desires and designs she had for her pet.

“Those are very strong words my dear, and I appreciate them. If your actions support them, then you will be receiving something quite special in the boyabat escort near future.”

With her words, Scott’s granite cock bounced at the thought of what this special thing could be. Meanwhile, Joan removed Scott’s leash and collar along with the cuffs. Scott welcomed the removal of the pain in his shoulders, but there was a tinge of disappointment at the loss of the “his” collar. Joan noticed the forlorn look on his face and smiled broadly.

“My dear pet, do not despair. It is time for breakfast and you cannot wear your collar outside of this room. But do not worry, I have something else for you. Get on all fours near the end of the bed.”

Scott did as instructed and Joan retrieved some lube and a short butt plug a little over an inch in diameter. Scott’s heart began to pound as her felt a lubricated finger pushed into his asshole. His sphincter pushed back against the finger with Joan encouraging him to relax. She slipped in and swirled her finger around, repeating this process with more lube a few more times. She then took the lubricated butt plug and placed it at his rosebud. She firmly pressed on his hole, persistently pushing until it popped through the sphincter and sat snugly in his ass. Although a bit uncomfortable, the size was not imposing and Scott felt a warmth spread throughout his body.

Joan handed Scott a pair of her underwear and his robe. As Scott pulled the underwear up, the silky feeling was exhilarating, but they were also tight. Regardless, her panties held his hard cock very nicely against his stomach. He tied the robe tight, assisted Joan with hers, and followed her to the kitchen.

“Scott, why don’t you pour us each a cup of coffee, mine with cream and sugar.”

Scott thought to himself, “Scott???? huh, what is going on now?”, but then noticed a pair of long legs on the couch in the living room. “Okay, understood, Joan’s daughter, Sarah, is up already. No more pet for now, Scott.”

“Sarah! do you want some blueberry pancakes and bacon dear?” called Joan into the other room.

“Sounds good mom, thanks” was the reply from the yet to be seen Sarah.

“Why don’t you sit down at the kitchen table Scott and relax while I fix breakfast.”

“Yes, my lady, that is a great idea, but let me help get the place settings out first.”

Scott set the table with three plates, forks, napkins, glasses of orange juice, and maple syrup. When he finally sat, the butt plug reminded him of its location. He watched Joan move about the kitchen, mixing batter, frying bacon, in full control. Again, a shimmer of tingling spread through his body and his head felt a fuzzy euphoria. Sitting in his stupor, he did not immediately notice the long legged, 5′ 7″ brunette with dark eyes walk into the kitchen. Scott felt awkward as his Mistress was 45 and this extremely cute young lady with the ponytail, firm breasts and incredible ass was his age. Sarah nonchalantly walked past him, not acknowledging his presence in the room.

“That smells great mom. When will it be ready? And who is he?”

“Sarah, it will be ready in about ten minutes and this is Scott. Hopefully, you will be seeing him from time to time at the house.”

“So, is he your boy toy or something? He’s like my age. What the hell are you doing with him?”

“We just hit it off my dear and decided to see each other. Do not worry, we are not boyfriend/girlfriend, but we have an arrangement.”

“Well, good for you. He is pretty hot,” Sarah exclaimed still without directly acknowledging Scott.

Joan served the breakfast and Scott ate greedily. The majority of the conversation was between Joan and Sarah. They chatted about the work week, shopping, and Sarah’s graduate school search. As Scott ate, he would steal glances of Sarah sitting braless in a t-shirt, pouty lips, and a playful banter in her voice. Joan noticed Scott’s straining eyes, but said nothing and continued to engage in conversation. When Scott left the table to pour more coffee, he brought the pot over to the table and asked both the ladies whether they would like more and they accepted. Sarah gave her mother a quizzical look and smirked. Joan simply winked at her daughter and they simultaneously let out a small giggle. As they were finishing up the meal, Scott instinctively began to clear the table as he had been doing since childhood.

“Scott, just leave the dishes on the counter there. Sarah will clean up bozüyük escort the rest.” Turning to Sarah, “I cook, you clean, you know the rules my dear.”

Joan and Sarah had an excellent relationship. They had been each other’s support ever since Joan left her husband thirteen years ago. Now the 22 year old and 45 year old were thick as thieves, more like best friends than mother and daughter. Joan had raised Sarah to be independent, forward thinking, and self-sufficient. Sarah was a high achiever who was taking a year off before pursuing her graduate studies in clinical psychology. In contrast to Joan’s strict Hasidic upbringing, Sarah grew up in a house of boundaries, but very few rules. The house was one of freely sharing ideas, thoughts, disagreements, and respect. Joan was thrilled to have Sarah filling the void in her empty nest of the past four years and Sarah found comfort in her childhood home.

Joan and Sarah carried the remaining table contents to the kitchen counter. Joan placed her hand around Scott’s waist and ushered him toward the bedroom. Sarah began loading the dishwasher, but peered around the corner down the hallway to check out Scott’s ass. As his mother and Scott entered the bedroom, curiously, Scott entered, stripped his robe and panties, and immediately knelt down. Sarah’s pussy was tingling with wetness as her mother closed and locked the door. Sarah finished cleaning the kitchen and went back into the living room to the television. Distracted and curious beyond concentration, Sarah quietly crept down the hallway corridor and placed her ear up to her mother’s door. Her eavesdropping revealed to her a side of her sweet mother that she never knew existed.

“I am glad you finally admitted to your transgressions pet. It is disturbing to me that you would not admit them right away. I understand why you find my daughter attractive, but to secretly ogle her at a family meal is unacceptable. She is not an object for your pleasure, but a woman, and women should be worshipped, not objectified. When are you going to learn your place my dear? WORSHIP!!!!”

From the other side of the door, Sarah heard a tongue busily at work licking intently. She could only imagine the feel of Scott’s tongue and what he must be doing.

“Yes, my pet, worship your Mistress’s ass. Lick it and suck it. Keep working, that’s it my slut, serve me. Uhhh, Uhhhh, Uh, Yes, MMMMMM, God, Fuck, Yes,” Joan emitted as her vibrator and Scott’s tongue brought her to an exploding orgasm.

Sarah was kneeling on the other side of the door, sopping wet, playing with her nipples, trying to resist the urge to touch her clit.

“Pet, your tongue is amazing my dear, but now you must be corrected for your indiscrete actions. Assume the position at the end of the bed.”

Scott crawled over to the bed and bent over it as he had when paddled. Joan placed the ball gag in his mouth, collar and and leash around his neck, and pulled swiftly on the butt plug, making a popping sound as his ass released it. She then walked to Scott’s side, showing a three foot long wooden dowel about a half inch in diameter that looked like it came from an arts and crafts store.

“Sex stores aren’t the only place one can find discipline items my dear,” she cooed into his ear.

“You must learn to control your impulses around your Mistress pet. My daughter is beautiful and she is my best friend, but you ‘sneaking a peek’ at her during breakfast is unacceptable. She is not a piece of meat for you to salivate over; she is a goddess who you shall treat with the same respect as me.”

WOOOSHH, the wooden dowel came down across his already tender ass, biting into his flesh, sending waves of electrified pain throughout Scott’s body. He shuddered, as he groaned and bit down on the ball gag, saliva already flowing from his mouth, “EEEEERRRRMMMMM” followed by a deep groan vibrated from his mouth. The pain was different, more intense and centralized. Within seconds, another brutally stinging lash met his flesh, exploding throughout his cheek, Scott’s breath heaving, tears welling in his eyes, groaning into his gag, unsure if this is what he desired. A third blow struck, the air in Scott’s lungs escaping through a muffled scream. Two more lashes met his ass and with a similar reaction.

Joan walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Scott by the back of the head, turning him to her. “Pet, we are not done yet, but buca escort I did warn you that you need to learn your place. You have a long way to go, so prepare yourself.”

In the hallway, Sarah had submitted to her needs and was vigorously playing with her clit, while pinching her nipples, wishing she was viewing the scene. This was far beyond the light bondage she experimented with in college and she was flush with excitement. Her mother had this super hot guy doing her bidding and submitting to this beating. Before her mother even began the next round of lashes, Sarah came hard on her fingers, shuddering, and trying to conceal her moan with her other hand shoved in her mouth. After, she continued to kneel with her ear against the door.

Joan took her position behind Scott once more and then, WHOOSHH! as the mini cane flew through the air, the dowel struck his tender flesh, jolting his body with his groin pushing forward, head jerking up, and hard groan into the gag. WHOOOSHH, WHOOSHH, WHOOOSH, WHOOOSHH, Joan attacked his backside one after another with no hesitation between. Scott jerked with each lash, hands balling up the bedspread in his fists, and continued a hyperventilating wail into the bed, saliva flowing out of his mouth pooling on the bed. As his breathing eased and Scott began to compose himself, Joan began to rub the wooden tool on his ass cheeks, admiring the crossing lines on his flesh, satisfied with her dominion over her young lover.

After a few minutes, Joan attacked his ass with another vicious lash, her chest heaving, pussy dripping, and head buzzing. On this last round, she varied the times between the lashes. One time she would strike back to back, then wait one or two minutes and then lash again. Each lash filled her with more lust and satisfaction. After she completed the 25th lash, she exhaled and was overwhelmed with a feeling of contentment. She joined Scott on the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard and her legs spread up above his head. As she waited for him to compose himself, she stared at him. He met her gaze and saw a lustful sparkle of satisfaction that he had never seen in any lover’s eyes. For his part, Scott was physically hurting and mentally confused. The only constant was his rock hard cock.

When Sarah realized the punishment was over, she decided not to push her luck and walked back down the hallway, stopping in her bedroom to wipe her crotch and legs with a towel, change her panties, and put on a pair of sweatpants. She then went back to the living room, gazing at the television, as she replayed what she just heard.

Scott’s body remained prostrate on the bed, collapsed and motionless, aside from the heaving of his chest which was slowly abating.

“Worship!”

Scott crawled between Joan’s legs and serviced his Mistress to two orgasms. After the second orgasm, Joan grabbed the lubed butt plug and forced it back into Scott’s ass. Standing to the side of the bed, she whispered, “Would you like to cum my dear one?”

Scott, in a euphoric fog of submission, nodded, “Yes Mistress.”

Joan joined Scott on the bed, rolled him over, and had him sit crossed legged on the bed. She sat directly across from him with her with her vibrator in hand. “Play with yourself my pet. I want to watch you cum for me. But do not rush yourself my dear and do not look away; take your time and masturbate for your Mistress.”

Scott grabbed his rock hard shaft and began to stroke its length. His other hand rubbed and played with his nipples. Joan took note of his attention to his nipples. As Scott stroked himself, Joan inserted her vibrator, continuing to stare at her submissive. Scott looked back, intoxicated by the look of lust and control in Joan’s eyes. He desperately needed to cum, but did not want to disappoint his Mistress. Joan watched Scott pleasure himself on her command. Her dominance over this much younger man was a powerful aphrodisiac. It was exponentially more thrilling than Joan could imagine. Caught in the rush of adrenalin and excitement, she began to cum on the vibrator that had been stimulating her g-spot. Scott watched his Mistress cum as his strokes increased in speed.

Joan collected herself enough to say, “Cum for me my pet.”

Three strokes later Scott groaned, “UUUUHHHHHHH”, shooting stream after stream of pent up cum on his chest and stomach. Scott continued looking at his Mistress who was smiling her approval, as his staggered breathing began to right itself. Joan crawled over to Scott, bent down, and licked some of his cum off of his stomach and chest. She then French kissed him, sharing his milky seed. Again, they kissed like teenagers, sharing his cum, exploring each other’s mouth, relishing the shared ecstasy.

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Madelaine’s War

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Chapter 1

She looked so innocent, and I was going to ask her to give her life.

Neither the drab grey of her prison uniform nor the harsh overhead lights of the interview room could detract from her natural beauty. The file showed that she was twenty one years old, a Cambridge physics graduate, but she could have passed for fifteen with ease and therein rested her allure.

The Governess warned me that looks were deceptive and told me to be careful. She was not happy with my request to use her office and even less so when I told her that we would have to be left alone. She imputed a more sinister motive but when she saw the signature on my orders she was suddenly more than willing to cooperate.

I had considered wearing my uniform but finally decided that she might find a Major’s insignia to be intimidating. Instead I opted for a simple skirt and blouse.

The office was well appointed, better than many used by senior ranks at the War Office, and I sat on the leather Chesterfield sofa to await her arrival. I dismissed the escort and for a second or two she looked unsure, probably having expected the Governess, but she quickly regained her composure.

She stood rigidly in the prescribed manner but could not disguise her shock when I invited her to take a seat.

“Madelaine, you are two months into a fifteen year sentence. I am here to offer you an alternative.”

She feigned indifference but I could tell otherwise.

“Firstly, I need you to tell me what happened to you”

“It’s in the file.”

“I’ve read the file. I want to hear it from you.”

“I fucked another woman but I guess I fucked my career prospects at the same time.”

She was hoping to shock me but I had heard far worse. I remained unfazed and I could see that she was re-evaluating me. She tried a different tack. Leaning forward a little she held me with her large blue eyes. She was challenging me not to look down at her partially exposed bra and I found, to my own surprise, that it took an effort of will.

“You’re married?”

Her question was rhetorical as she could see my wedding band.

“Twelve months”

“And when did you last see him?”

“Twelve months ago”

A four hour honeymoon before he took up his posting. No mail, no idea even which continent, just an irregular assurance that he was still alive.

“You haven’t had sex for a year?”

“No.”

She seemed to consider this.

“Have you ever had sex with another woman?”

I ignored the impertinence of the question and answered simply.

“No.”

“You should try it. It wouldn’t even be cheating.”

Her psychiatric evaluation had warned of this, her ability to tap into other people’s sexual sensibilities and turn it to her advantage, but I was caught completely unawares as she leant in and kissed me on the mouth.

I was thirty years old, and had enjoyed a number of relationships in that time, but nothing could have prepared me for that fleeting moment. It lasted less than couple of seconds but it conveyed so much.

As she brought her lips to mine there was some indefinable softness, a totally feminine experience, and, as she parted, the barest flicker of her tongue. I felt a flush of heat across my breasts knowing that no man, my husband included, had ever elicited such a reaction from me.

She paused, a few inches away, and a sly smile dressed her face as she gauged my reaction.

“You’re the most beautiful woman that I’ve seen in months. In fact I would say that you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.”

I had heard this from men many times over the years but she was saying it with a genuine sincerity which made my heart quicken.

“Your breasts look just perfect…may I?”

She was completely unabashed as she stroked the back of her hand gently across my blouse and I felt my nipples immediately responding within the confines of my bra.

I knew that this had to be stopped but some perverted part of my brain was making excuses and telling me that this was something that I had to know.

Without taking hers eyes from mine she flicked her fingers, with the deftness of a croupier dealing cards, and unfastened the buttons of my blouse one after another.

I had been taught techniques for controlling my breathing and my heart rate but they availed me nothing as the steady rise and fall of my breasts betrayed my arousal. Now, her eyes did drop as she touched the silky material of my brassier.

“French? I am impressed.”

As was I by her unexpected knowledge. One of the very few advantages of working behind enemy lines was the opportunity to acquire one or two of the luxuries that had been so long denied to women at home.

She leaned in again and touched her cheek to mine, as if pantomiming a continental kiss, but as she pulled away again my brassier fell Escort Bayan Gaziantep free like a conjuring trick.

I instinctively brought up my hands and held it loosely to my breasts but her fingers were already slipping inside. I knew that she was condemned to a reasonably harsh work regime and the incredible softness of her touch came as a surprise.

“Let me see…”

The words were almost whispered as she eased my reluctant hands away and then slid my blouse off over my shoulders. It was still fastened at the cuffs and now formed a loose pair of manacles. I immediately stiffened as my defensive instincts kicked in but she understood and worked the final two buttons open.

My blouse dispensed with she removed my brassier altogether and forestalled me as I attempted to cross my arms across my chest.

“Oh, you are so lucky. I would give anything for breasts like these.”

She was certainly more modestly endowed than me but I have found that larger breasts can be an encumbrance. I had no such concerns now as she lovingly worked her hands over them.

At first she treated me like a piece of sculpture following the curved uplift and testing their firmness but then her fingertips sought out the sensitive tips and I could not suppress a groan.

As an adolescent I felt embarrassed by the size of my nipples. They seemed so large in comparison to my only frame of reference which was the images to be found in classical paintings. Later, when I overcame my Catholic guilt, and discovered the pleasure I could induce with my own fingers, I recognized them as a gift and not a curse.

Men have no idea and, over time, I simply accepted their uncertain fumblings as a step along the way to consummation. It was not so now. Her touch was magical as she gently ran the pads of her fingers over the heavily dimpled areolae as if reading in Braille my level of arousal.

I felt sure that they had never before been so engorged but she kept me on edge for a long moment before she applied an exquisite pressure to the very teats with a full understanding of the pulse of pleasure that she sent coursing through my body to resonate deep within my sex.

“Stand up. Let me undress you.”

There was a studied youthfulness in her eyes which was unnerving but it was counterpointed by the assured tone of her voice which held out a promise that I was powerless to resist.

I was dimly aware of the institutional surroundings, and all that they represented, but my mind was adrift from reality. My world seemed bounded by the few feet of space that we immediately occupied as I stood up before her.

She ran her hands slowly down to my waist and then further still to the swell of my hips. She lingered there a moment and then she worked the buttons that fastened my skirt allowing it to drop to my feet.

It was then that I was seized by panic but she seemed to anticipate the moment of onset and she drew me closely to her. Her purred as she nuzzled her cheek against the satin of my Parisian underwear whilst, at the same time, reaching around to keep me in place.

She did nothing for a minute or more, allowing me time to gather a little composure, but I felt a renewed rush of adrenaline as she eased her thumbs into the waistband of my pants and slid them down my legs.

I now stood before her in nothing more than my stockings and I automatically crossed my hands in front of myself.

The nature of my profession sometimes removed me from the comforts of civilisation for long periods of time and I had taken to trimming myself quite closely which served to reveal my prominent labia.

Once again, my early impression of women’s genitalia was informed by paintings and a single science text book. Thus, I thought that I was unusual and it was some while before I understood that nature bestowed infinite variety. However, I was not prepared for Madelaine’s response.

She took my hands in hers and, easing them away, she stared at my sex.

“So lovely…”

She reached towards me and, with the back of a single finger, she teased the very tips of the exposed lips. I gasped in response and felt them swell beneath her touch.

My husband told me that I had the healthy complexion of a land girl but I think that even he was surprised by the contrast formed by the dark colouring of my sex. At the beginning of our relationship I thought that he found it off-putting but Madelaine treated it almost with reverence.

I had come to accept his uncertain pawing as a perfunctory prelude but, for her, it was an end in itself. She continued to stroke with a loving tenderness that, literally, left me weak at the knees.

She laughed quietly.

“You had better sit down.”

I sank back down onto the sofa expecting her to join me but she shocked me again as she went to her knees purposefully parting my legs as she did so. She laid a single, warm, kiss on the inside of my thigh and I began to feel faint.

For me oral sex was a myth. It was not possible to live the life that I lived without exposure to some of its coarser aspects but they seemed to have no bearing on my own experience.

None of my varied male partners seemed minded to engage in what my mother would have called “sordid practises” and, in truth, that suited me as I certainly had no wish to reciprocate.

She read my hesitancy and looked up at me with a wicked smile.

“An oral virgin? That’s so sweet. What is it with the English middle classes? How can a race with so much reserve hope to win this war.”

The jibe rankled, if only from a professional standpoint, but I was given no time to respond. She pressed her face to my sex and breathed deeply.

“You smell divine…”

It was an outrageous thing to say but I felt my stomach lurch with excitement. I was aware of my own scent and I understood, in some way, that it had an integral part to play in the process of love making but it had always been something deliberately ignored.

Now, this young woman was giving voice to it. She nuzzled me gently and I could feel her nostrils flaring as she slowly inhaled.

My muscles tensed painfully as I held myself still not daring to move and it felt as if she was mocking me.

I almost pleaded as she seemed poised to pull away but she was simply shifting the focus of her attention. It was a second or two before I could be sure but then I squirmed as I felt the tip of her tongue tracing the crease at the top of my thigh that marked the boundary of my sex.

I could not believe that my skin could be so sensitive but I was alive to her every movement. She reached the open plain of my thigh and marked her stopping point with a kiss before she bowed again and followed the same path on the other side.

I actually felt my sex opening up to her and I had to overcome the urge to close my legs. All of this she seemed to understand and she gave a sly smile as she ran the flat of her tongue over my mons. The rasping sound was barely audible but, to me, it seemed to echo from the walls.

For uncounted minutes she continued to tease, moving away from my sex and back to my inner thighs when she judged that I was beginning to come to the boil.

My mind was still operating at some rational level drawing on the ingrained tenets of my upbringing. I was telling myself that making love to another woman was a sin and that oral sex was distasteful but, at that moment, I was overcome by a desire that came from some hidden place deep within me.

Reading my emotions she chose that moment to return to my sex. This time she licked softly right along the central divide and I felt myself melting inside but she remained unhurried. When she reached the apex she started again and fell into an easy rhythm until I became accustomed to the wonderful sensation.

Once she knew that I was ready for it she began to take each delicate fold between her lips and caressed the fringes with her tongue. I began to feel almost uncomfortably warm but she looked coolly serene as she lovingly applied herself.

Just when I thought that I could take no more she firmed her tongue and I felt the tip as it broached the portal.

I held my breath and tried to come to terms with it. I naively thought that we had already reached the limits of intimacy but she was about to shake my world apart. With a slow, measured, thrust she pushed her tongue deep inside me and I had to stifle a scream.

I felt filled with a beautiful warm softness, so different from anything else in my experience; it was as if we were perfectly melded together.

After a few seconds I felt her begin an inner exploration and, more than ever before, I was aware of my own wetness. This came with a fleeting pang of guilt but then I understood that this was what she wanted. She sealed her mouth to my sex, drew in her cheeks, and she slowly began to swallow.

For reasons I could not explain it was the most erotic sight that I had ever beheld. My whole body went weak and then I was wrenched by the contractions of a powerful orgasm the like of which I had never before experienced.

I cried out but it was rendered a staccato scream as my body jerked with each ensuing wave of ecstasy and through it all she remained with me her tongue forever coaxing.

Time ceased to have meaning as she held me aloft only allowing me to relax when I was too weak to take any more. I lay exhausted but, even now, she continued to preen my sex keeping me on edge.

When my heart rate finally returned to something like normal anxiety began to assert itself. I had badly compromised both myself and the mission and I was not sure what I was going to do about it.

In the event I was allowed no time to dwell on it. I thought that I had given all that I had to give but she was not finished yet. I felt her tongue probing once more and then another convulsion as she homed in on my clitoris.

It had always seemed to me a secret, known only to me, and only then when I chose to bring myself pleasure, but she was a true adept. She worked patiently, until I felt the tiny bud engorge, and then she began to experiment, testing out the tricks of her tongue to find which brought the most pleasure.

Within seconds my body was held in tension again but this time she was determined to keep complete control. In the corner of the room a grandfather clock struck the half hour and, by the time it began to herald midday, she had taken me to the edge at least four times.

My body was sheened in perspiration and I felt almost feverish as she teased me up to yet another, seemingly impossible, level without granting me release. I reached a point where I was prepared to beg when she pursed her lips at the apex of my sex and it felt as if the tip of her tongue was vibrating.

My second orgasm was no less intense than the first but she drew it out over a greater span. The sensations, centred on my sex, slowly spread throughout my body easing all of the built up tension and then taking me beyond. My eyes rolled up and then I was overcome by the sheer power of it until I felt myself on the verge of passing out.

I fought to stay at the summit, where I had never felt more alive, but I no longer had the strength.

As I surrendered she finally knelt up from between my legs. She looked into my eyes and, in a final act of beautiful depravity, I accepted the unspoken invitation to part my lips and join my mouth with hers.

Chapter 2

In the aftermath I simply sat with her on the sofa, holding her close and in that moment I came to realize the full extent to which nearly five years of war had hardened me. It had instilled in me a single minded determination and an undoubted fervour but it had stripped me of some essential vitality.

Now, this young woman, unknown to me just a couple of hours ago, had restored it.

I stroked her hair and when I posed my question it was with a need to know that went well beyond the matter at hand.

“Tell me how you came to be here.”

For a long time she said nothing but then she began her story.

“I knew that I was a lesbian long before I went to University but I also knew that I had to keep it quiet. It’s hard enough as it is for a woman in a man’s world but if men think that you have no need for them at all, that you might be impervious to their doubtful charms, they can make life very difficult.

Everything was okay until I began my Masters degree. My professor had a grace and favour home in the college grounds and I went there once a week for a tutorial. As soon as I met his wife I knew. She was like you, a lesbian who hadn’t come to terms with it, and had married because it was what was expected of her.”

I was startled and wanted to tell her that she was wrong. I was certainly not a lesbian in spite of everything that had taken place between us. I lost track of what she was saying for a few seconds but then fixed my concentration.

“…and so, we began an affair.

We loved one another and spoke of plans but, one afternoon, he caught us together. She did not have the courage to leave him nor was she prepared to face a scandal. I was left with no choice but to give up my studies with all my ambitions of a career in academia in shreds.

Inevitably there were rumours but, ironically, they were stories linking me with my professor. Still, whatever the colour of mud, it sticks and I had difficulty finding work.

I finally became a governess for Lady Gloucester but it soon became clear that she had ulterior motives in hiring me. I obviously had a choice but pragmatism overcame scruple. Fortunately, she’s quite well preserved for a woman in her forties and living out her little girl fantasies was not too onerous. It was a roof over my head and, understandably, very well paid.

Things started to go wrong when she introduced me to the Viscountess Tremaine and her bitch of a step daughter.

Gillian, Lady Gloucester, was in thrall to them and they must have got wind of what was going on. They wanted to see for themselves and, when I refused, they forced themselves on me.”

She paused, trying to overcome her anger, and I stroked her hair in an attempt to sooth her.

“The report says that Lady Gloucester had her jaw fractured and there is the business of the missing jewellery.”

She sniffed back a tear and continued.

“They wanted me to do things…and then they threatened me…believe me a broom handle is a very potent threat.

Gillian tried to intercede but, when I lashed out, I caught her with my foot. After that there was panic. They took Gillian to hospital and the next thing I knew the police were at the door. Between them they had fabricated a story which involved Gillian catching me in the act of stealing some jewellery and coming off second best in a struggle.”

“Lady Gloucester testified to that?”

“She was terrified of Tremaine and they will do anything to protect their own.”

“What about the jewellery?”

“A necklace went missing and was never found. If you want my opinion you’ll find it in Tremaine’s bedroom; it was always a piece that she coveted.”

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