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- Herausgeber: Erotic eBooks
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
"Astrid Cane" is the oldest daughter of the Cane family, father and three daughters, under the tutelage of a female family friend, Julie, Lady Tingle, who believes in the power of women to dominate their households, women and men alike, by taking control of their libidinous urges. Astrid is being given a salutary lesson in obedience by Julie, and she proves a remarkably quick learner, dominating with the help of whip and strap. Her father had been dominated by an aunt, and had secretly harboured lusts in that direction. Astrid quickly comes to dominate his household, and just in time she foils an attempt by a widowed neighbour to take over her father. She successfully begins plans to dominate the neighbour's family, and soon everyone is firmly under her thumb.
"Astrid Cane" is a classic Victorian erotic novel, published in 1891. It contains graphic sexual descriptions and themes.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2011
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Astrid Cane
Anonymous
Chapter I
Astrid Cane adjusted the folds of her blue velvet gown and gazed curiously around her as she descended from her carriage assisted by a footman who had hastened down the broad stone steps of the country manor. Never before had Astrid made a social call on her own, but this first sight of Hardcastle--as the manor was called--pleased her. Its stone walls, latticed by Nature with ivy, had long mellowed with age, as if to avow their proud permanence in the county of Buckinghamshire. Glittering in the afternoon sunlight, the trellised windows offered their discreet greeting.
Unaccustomed to hurrying, the aristocratic young lady slowly ascended the steps, where a housemaid awaited her.
‘Lady Tingle waits in the drawing room to welcome you, Miss--’
‘Very well, you may show me through,’ replied Astrid languidly, dangling a small, blue parasol from her wrist.
The house was cool, smelling pleasantly of lavender and wood polish. The fragrance of newly baked bread wafted through from some distant kitchen, making Astrid’s finely cut nostrils twitch agreeably. Opening two inner doors--since Society will oddly have it that it is impolite for servants to knock before entering drawing rooms--the maid announced Astrid briefly and then left her to be welcomed by her hostess.
Lady Tingle, who had just entered her fortieth year was a woman of imposing figure. A little above medium height, she bore herself like a queen. She was attired in a black gown whose sombreness was relieved by a subtle patterning of silvery threads interwoven in the material. Her auburn hair was bunched high, her swan-like neck adorned with a black-velvet choker set in the middle with a single diamond. Her bust, being prominent, announced a rich firmness of flesh beneath, as did the arrogant thrusting of her derriere.
‘You are most welcome, my dear,’ Lady Tingle said in a voice as soft as a dove’s feathers. Without seeming to, her eyes drank in the svelte curves which the clinging of Astrid’s dress accentuated. Slender, and of equal stature to her hostess, Astrid was in her twenty-third year. Her complexion was marble smooth and clear, with a pretty hint of pink in her face that was enhanced by the noble lines of her cheekbones. Her mouth was full, her lower lip being particularly voluptuous. An aquiline nose, neither long nor short, large hazel eyes, and an abundance of soft, dark hair completed the most pleasing nubile curves of her figure.
‘I fear that I know little enough of the purpose of my visit, save what Mama wrote to me,’ Astrid said.
‘We must have tea and talk,’ Julie Tingle answered comfortably, and motioned her guest to a chair. ‘You need experience no embarrassment, my dear, at the fact that we have not previously been introduced. Your dear Mama is in Switzerland, of course, and, I gather, may remain there for some time. She has naturally been concerned as to your future. You are, after all, the oldest of her daughters and the one whom she cherishes the most. Ah, here is the tea!’
The afternoon comforts of the well-to-do having been served, and the Indian tea being of the finest, Astrid was set a little more at ease, though not a wrinkle of her clear brow betrayed the uncertainty she felt at journeying to make this visit as her mother had requested.
‘I know not how long I can stay,’ Astrid said, failing no more than her hostess to drink in all that she saw, whether of Lady Tingle herself or of the superbly appointed drawing room with its glittering chandelier, its grey and blue silks, and the numerous pretty ornaments that lay everywhere. In particular, the eyes of her hostess attracted her glances, for they seemed to glitter with hidden lights.
‘It will depend on your progress, my dear. From the little I have seen of you up to this moment, I would say that a month would suffice--perhaps less. You are here to be introduced to a world of disciplinary experiences all of which will benefit you as muchly as your dear Mama intends they shall--’
At this, Astrid’s mouth dropped, for she could not believe that she had heard what she thought she had, all of Lady Tingle’s words being uttered in the most casual fashion.
‘I fear I do not quite understand,’ she responded.
‘You have a fine, proud look, Astrid--I am pleased with that. You will not succumb easily, but then it is for the best if you do not, as will come clear to you. Those who do, often prove useless’. Rising, Julia placed her hand beneath Astrid’s chin and lifted it. ‘Marie, the maid, will show you to your room,’ she added.
Appearing at first lost for words, Astrid returned her gaze with total wonderment. ‘I... I fail to understand, Lady Tingle. I cannot possibly stay more than a day or two. Papa expects...’
‘What your Papa expects and what he receives are possibly two different things, Astrid. Do, please, call me Julia. Your clothes will have been wardrobed by now and you will naturally wish to change after your journey. We have much to talk of. There are few enough young men and young women who are sent to me for whom I have any true affection. In your case, I believe I find immediately a charming exception. Ah, Marie--yes, come in. Escort Miss Cane to her room--’
‘Yes, Ma’am--’
The maid had entered so silently that Astrid started and then gazed all about her as though in a dream.
‘I cannot believe that Mama had any intentions other than that I should make a social call upon you,’ she said stiffly.
‘An extremely social call, yes,’ Julia laughed, ‘but perhaps rather more prolonged than you anticipated and certainly of a nature that you least expected. Marie, I think you had best call Tom. The young lady appears unwilling to rise. You will both assist her upstairs--’
‘Madam--no!’ gasped Astrid, rising quickly and utterly bewildered. ‘I believe you fail to understand who I am. If you will be so kind as to have my carriage recalled, I shall leave--’
‘Your carriage has long left, my dear. There is no way that you are going to leave until I judge you fit to do so. Now, Marie and Tom, take her up!’
‘How dare you! No!’ screamed Astrid, who in that moment found herself in the close presence of a burly male servant and Marie. Unheard of as it was to be touched by mere servants, she felt the outrage of having her wrists seized and drawn behind her by Tom, whose grip she could find no way of escaping from without utter indignity. At the same tune, Marie took her elbow.
‘To be bathed, Ma’am?’ Marie asked her mistress.
‘Yes, you and Amy will see to it. Have me called when it is done,’ Julia replied to screams from Astrid who was being propelled towards the double doors of the drawing room. Hustled into the great hallway, Astrid fought bitterly against the hands that, as she felt then, were impelling her to her doom.
‘Release me! Ah, you beasts, how dare you lay hands on me!’ she screeched to no avail. Bundled slowly upstairs, her feet kicked frantically until Tom wheeled her about and, with no more effort than it would take to lift a kitten, slung her over his shoulder. ‘No! No! No!’ moaned Astrid, beating with her fists upon his broad back the while that he reached the first landing, with Marie following. He then bore her towards a bedroom.
Meanwhile Lady Tingle languidly lit a Turkish cigarette and took from a small chest of drawers a letter which bore a Swiss stamp and which she had already perused several tunes. Astrid’s cries reached her but faintly as she unfolded the delicately scented pages and regained her seat to engage herself anew in the message.
‘My dearest Julia,’ she read, ‘I write to you with a purpose that you have for several years wished and which we have not infrequently discussed. My sojourn here will be considerably extended, for the air and all about suits me as well as does that engaging rascal, Rudolph, for whose sake I have put England behind me. He and I are of mutual mind, as you well know, and thoroughly enjoy what you are occasionally pleased to call our "sporting activities" together. He is as thorough, my dear, with the strap, the cane, and the crop as ever you were, though his own sturdy buttocks are put to such in turn when I am so minded.
‘His daughters, Amanda and Rose, are perfect darlings, the former being now nineteen and her sister just attaining her sixteenth year. The little devils have been well bottom-trained, I can tell you. ‘Tis a pure delight to unveil their lovely round derrieres and apply the strap or birch or what you will to their refulgent cheeks. Rose is naturally a trifle more hesitant than her sister and occasionally must be held. In such matters your frequent counsels to me are well taken. "An air of mystery should attend all , I hear you saying. For this purpose an upper room of the house is set aside, all daylight being excluded by thick drapes. How delightfully the soft glow of but three oil lamps casts its subdued glimmerings over their naughty bottoms!
‘Rose is not yet broken in. I would have it so in a few weeks time upon her sixteenth birthday. As yet the dear girl knows only the occasional brushing of my lips over her heated nether cheeks when the birch has swished across them a full dozen times. In coddling her afterwards, I have naturally soothed her blubberings by moving my mouth lightly upon her own. Her eyes in that mysterious gloom beseech a little more, but ’tis best to keep her for the nonce on tenterhooks. I have but flirted my fingers about her moist cunny once. How ardently her hips writhed, though naturally this sensuous movement was unspokenly understood to be solely the result of her birching!
‘Amanda is quite other. We are as sisters of occasion. Her pleasure in being bound tightly, attired in a short chemise, stockings, and shoes, and with her drawers lowered just sufficiently to display the pretty muff of her pubis, is quite delightful. Thus secured, I bring her to lie upon the bed in the selfsame room of mystery, and, having kissed her once or twice upon her ruby lips, I leave her to her anticipations, frequently for a full hour or more. Her waist is slender, as are her calves and ankles, but she is otherwise plumpish, which pleases me, for she beds well thus under a male. Her nipples are thick and conical, her mouth sultry, her titties exceedingly full and firm. You would find it a rare pleasure to possess her.
‘But before I am lost in such diverting details, I hasten to the matter of my darling Astrid, whose education in all these respects has been too long neglected. I need scarcely repeat what I have so often said, that my husband, Ralph, is a weakling and totally unimaginative in all matters as concern you and me intimately. Can you conceive, Julia, that, unlike his sterner brethren, he has never once put the girls to the birch? In all such respects they are complete muffs who know not the lingering pleasures that bind the more knowing of us together. As to Astrid herself, she has the core of strength that you will not fail to recognise and must take her place among such womanly ranks as you and I realise to be the only ones worthy of attainment.
‘Take her, train her, my love, as you yourself once trained me in my state of unknowing. To no other could I entrust such a mission. She will emerge from the fire well tempered and perfectly understanding of the future delights to which you will have awoken her. Judging the moment as you will, you may then return her home. I expect not to hear from her until then, by which time she will surely be among the chosen, as imperious to give as she is willing to receive. That you will privately apprise me of her progress I doubt not. For the moment I must attend to that of Amanda and Rose. Deprived of the prick for a full week, Amanda’s mouth has a deliciously sulky look. Her bottom must be attended to with the martinet before she receives again the manly weapon. As to Rose, I shall leave it to her papa to spank her, for he truly adores bouncing his palm off those resilient cheeks. Once he has concluded that entertaining chore, he will be in a fine, stiff condition to perform his next!
‘Au ’voir, my darling Julia. I wait breathlessly upon your first report-- Your ever adoring, Cynthia.’
Bringing the perfumed pages to her lips in a token salute, Julia smiled reminiscently. It was she indeed who more than twenty years before had first put Lady Cynthia Cane’s bottom to the crop before it received its first libation of sperm. Ever before Julia’s eyes was the sight of Cynthia’s red-streaked bottom, her howls and cries resounding through the stable to which she had been taken. Wrists bound-‘to prevent any nonsense,’ as Julia put it--Cynthia had been hauled over a bale of straw, drawers at the ankles, and her skirts piled well up above her hips.
‘No, Julia, no--oh my God, you cannot!’ Cynthia had screeched to no avail whatever while a silent housemaid held her down and the first slicing cut of the crop swished across her bared cheeks. ‘AAAARGH!’ had come Cynthia’s agonised shriek, though each swish was controlled with such moderation as marked but did not otherwise harm the luscious moon which her naked bottom presented. Bucking, sobbing, and protesting, Cynthia had received the full dozen before the rubicund knob of a prick was urged between her heated, throbbing cheeks, the possessor of that initiating penis being none other than Julia’s older brother, Henry, who had become totally subservient to her whims.
Tight as the entry was, he had effected it until Cynthia’s scorched bottom was held rammed to his stomach. The maid was then dismissed and Julia held and coaxed her friend, whose tear-streaked face swung from side to side as she endeavoured to contain the throbbing weapon.
‘Forty strokes, Henry,’ Julia had then commanded crisply, holding her left hand clamped down firmly over the nape of Cynthia’s neck. Groaning at the sheer bliss of being so tightly ensconced in a bottom he had often eyed but had never seen unveiled before, Henry had commenced his duty, ramming his fiery shaft slowly back and forth within Cynthia’s clinging orifice while Julia--beholding all with an expression of great calm--failed not to count each forward plunge as silently as he.
Well-rewarded for her silence upon the matter, the housemaid had thereafter attended frequently upon Cynthia’s training. She took such a taste for it that within a month she had bedded with the two friends and become the object of their lascivious toyings. By then Cynthia had brought herself more willingly to all that Julia had taught her to suffer and enjoy, and had been so frequently spermed by all the subservient males of the household, that she could, as Julia of times said, have bathed her in the throbbing liquor, had been preserved.
Now from her musings of the past, Julia rose and smoothed her faultless coiffure. Astrid’s cries still came from above, as she had expected. It was time for her first lesson.
Chapter II
Astrid’s experiences in the time that had passed since she had been carried upstairs had brought her almost to a point of dumbness. At home, her personal maid, Mary, frequently assisted her in her boudoir, lacing her corsets and such. Not infrequently Mary would dare to allow her warm palms to linger around the smooth silky globe of her young mistress’s bottom, while adjusting the straps of Astrid’s corsets to her stockings or smoothing out her drawers. Astrid suffered such touches, though they would sometimes cause her to flush and to stir her hips as the delicate fingertips assailed her naked cheeks, bringing curious longings to her mind.
Never before, however, had Astrid been stripped by force, as Marie and Amy now saw to it that she was. Thankful only that the manservant had been dismissed, Astrid spat and hissed while the remaining garment of her white-batiste drawers was removed.
‘You beasts, you shall suffer for this!’ she moaned. Held down on her back upon a huge bed, her superb titties rolled and quivered while Marie held her arms above her head and Amy, at the foot of the bed, maintained such pressure on her ankles that only her hips were allowed to undulate. Her eyes wild and haggard, Astrid uttered a piercing cry as Lady Tingle entered and gazed down approvingly upon her.
All revealed to her gaze, Julia saw how beauteous was the prize. Astrid’s tits were already noble in form, as firm as blancmanges with adorable pinky-brown nipples that quivered with rage to be so offered to view. Her hips possessed that perfect violin curve which marks the most shapely of women well proportioned in the lower half. Her legs were long and as sweetly shaped as any that the finest Italian sculptor might have fashioned, the calves and ankles slender and the thighs fulsome and plump. Between them, and thoroughly well-displayed, the shell-like lips of her cunt lay enfolded by a mass of light brown curls that frothed and massed all about her mount. In a word,
Astrid looked a perfect goddess of desire over whose valleys and hillocks Julia’s lascivious tongue longed to roam.
‘I cannot bear this! My God, let me dress! The shame--oh, the shame!’ Astrid cried. ‘Have pity and let me cover myself!’
‘Straddle her, Amy,’ Julia commanded, the words causing Astrid to buck madly.
‘You dare not!’ she cried, but all was effected so rapidly that in a trice the maid had leapt nimbly upon the bed, casting her legs on either side of Astrid’s body. Facing her feet, and squatting her bottom lightly upon the outraged young woman, Amy looped both arms beneath Astrid’s thighs and drew them back so that the exposure of her most ultimate parts was then complete. As Astrid’s bottom was half-lifted, Julia moved smoothly to the end of the bed at the position which Amy had so quickly vacated, and slid her palms beneath the luscious half-moons.
‘NO-OH! You will be punished for this!’ came Astrid’s screech.
Her arms were still held by Marie, who knelt attentively beside her. She was unable to wrench her drawn-back thighs from Amy’s tight grasp, and was held completely immobile, the full prey of Julia, who had commenced taming other wilful young ladies in much this wise.
Cupping the wriggling cheeks of Astrid’s bottom firmly, Julia bent farther forward and slid her face up between the heavenly columns until her warm breath approached and wafted around the haven of Astrid’s cunny. Longingly, her pink tongue extended itself, moving in slow and snake-like fashion about the puffy lips, causing Astrid to moan beseechingly since no tongue or finger had ever touched her there. Slow and subtle in her ministrations, Julia sought with the very tip of her tongue to part the lovelips, whose oily secretions already announced themselves. The salty, tangy flavour, intoxicating as it was, caused Julia then to insert a full four inches of her tongue into the velvety cleft, where she wriggled it about, causing Astrid’s plump, tight bottom to gyrate upon her hands.
‘Do not, do not, do NOT!’ Astrid sobbed unceasingly, her arms and legs constantly trying to loose themselves from her captors.
‘What a delicious cunt she has,’ murmured Julia, whose tongue sought the moist cleft where the little button of Astrid’s clitoris had already swelled a trifle. Like a tiny penis, it poised there, silently imploring of its own accord the labial caresses that Julia artfully brought to it.
‘HAH-OOOOH!’ Astrid moaned. Slivers of white fire seemed to shoot through her belly at this lascivious attention. Unknowing even that she possessed such a titillating little organ, she found herself enduring indescribable sensations under the circular working of her hostess’s tongue.
‘Is she coming yet, Madame,’ Amy asked excitedly, seeing her mistress’s nose rubbing all around the young woman’s plump mount as her mouth worked.
‘In but a moment or two. She will sprinkle well, this one,’ came the husky, muffled response.
Already the seepings of Astrid’s juices swam over and around Julia’s mouth, which received them with perfect glee, for no nectar was ever sweeter to Lady Tingle. Finery attuned as her ears were, she recognised a changing note in Astrid’s sobbings and breathings, and could feel, too, the anticipatory tightening of the young woman’s marbled bottom cheeks as the delicious crisis approached. Within seconds, as Julia’s tongue continued lapping, a gritty whine emitted itself from Astrid’s throat. Her whole belly and cunt, as it seemed to her, were melting in a fire of bliss, and her thighs no longer strove against the ringing of Amy’s arms.
‘THOOO-OOOH-OOH!’ came her whine. Her clitoris--long, fully erect--seemed to appeal for one last sweeping of Julia’s tongue. Receiving it, and feeling it then plunge its full, snaking length within her oozing grotto, Astrid came. Her hips bucked violently, her back rippling, and then from her longing cunny spurted a fine milky rain which spattered Julia’s nose and flooded her mouth with its creamy essence.
‘HAAAAAR!’ Astrid shuddered. Despite herself, she could not help but grind her slit passionately to Julia’s open mouth while yet again and again her climactic bliss repeated itself until, weakening and sobbing, she found herself released, her legs falling as limp as her arms, her face flushed then pale, her belly heaving.
‘What a froth! One would think that a young stallion had mounted her!’ murmured Julia. Take her now to the bathroom and sponge and perfume her well--’
‘Stop, oh stop!’ Astrid moaned, though her protests were now so feeble and her divine form so throbbing still with pleasure that she was but as a limp doll. She permitted herself to be weakly drawn off the bed by the two maids, her knees buckling as she was led along the corridor to a bathroom of such curious aspect as Astrid had never seen before.
The bath itself was marble and like no other she had encountered. It so shallow that it seemed but a trough of elongated oval shape set upon four short and gilded plinths. Warm and scented water lay already within it to a depth of scarce more than eighteen inches. Immediately above the bath hung gilded chains which extended down from hooks. On seeing these, Astrid uttered a cry of alarm and would have urged herself back again towards the door had not the two maids forced her into the bath holding her in a standing posture. Marie clasped her tightly about her slender waist, while her companion took the chains and fastened them with circlets of iron about Astrid’s wrists. Held upright thus, Astrid commenced beseeching the pair as she would never otherwise have deigned to do with servants.
‘Let me go, I beg you! My father will reward you well! Oh, why am I chained?’
‘Tut, tut, how the young lady questions things,’ laughed Marie, taking a fine, large sponge and lathering it well with perfumed soap. ‘Whether your Papa will reward you or you him is something for the future to decide. As to your bonds, they are but to keep you still while you are bathed. Open your legs now, Miss!’
Uttering a rattling cry, Astrid could but hang her head back in quivering shame and wonder as the warm sponge laved her legs, moving ever upwards until its sensuous surface was worked by Marie’s subtle hand beneath her dell. Feeling the warm water, Astrid haplessly rotated her bottom. The sensations she had already endured under Julia’s caresses had been exquisite, yet that they were the devil’s work she was convinced and strove still to suppress them.
‘What would I not give to kiss her!’ Amy exclaimed, while she herself saw to the additional sponging of Astrid’s body above her hips.
‘Madam will be very angry if you do,’ Marie scolded, though she herself could not resist slipping her middle finger up past the sponge and letting it brush beneath the lips of Astrid’s cunt, making her quiver adorably. Occasionally Lady Tingle permitted them to sport with some of the girls who were brought to Hardcastle for training, but only those whom their mistress considered to be naughty but submissive, having no streaks of arrogance in them and being fit only for ‘harem games,’ as her Ladyship would declare. Instinctively, Marie had already divined that Miss Astrid Cane was not one such. Had she been, Lady Tingle might well have birched her first, for it was thought to be ’as fine a way of bringing a young lady on as any. That she had accorded Astrid much more intimate attentions was a sign of more loving devotion.
Astrid by now had ceased to protest, knowing well enough that there was no purpose to it. Thoroughly washed, she was dried and powdered in the bath before the chains were released and her aching arms allowed to fall. That she would soon enough escape she had no doubt and therefore permitted herself to be taken in silence back to the boudoir, where her hostess had been amusing herself by reading a novelette of a kind that may only be purchased in Paris or from certain discreet establishments in London. The change of expression in Astrid’s face amused her but did not surprise her. The mettle of her mama showed more clearly now, save for a slight trembling of Astrid’s fingers as she was sat upon the bed.
Julia’s nostrils twitched at the fresh and perfumed aromas that exuded from the young woman’s naked body. ‘Your first experience, my dear, has, I trust, not been too alarming?’ Julia asked without a trace of irony in her voice. Women were ever more intriguing to handle than males, for the subtlety of their minds was greater and their instincts more finely attuned. A battle of mind and soul with a male could be won briefly by a determined female. With her own kind the matter was often different.
‘Will they not leave?’ Astrid asked in as calm a voice as she could muster, for she sat now at least untouched.
‘If you will have it so,’ Julia sighed. She had no illusions that Astrid might attempt to overpower her. It had been attempted but once before by a young aristocrat who had fought like a tigress for a minute until the snarling of a whip around her naked bottom had finally quelled her. ‘You will not mind if I take precautions, Astrid?’ she asked, letting her book fall upon her chair as she rose. Astrid’s momentary curiosity in that moment was her undoing, for her eyes chanced to fall upon an illustration which the open book revealed. In so doing, a fierce blush rose into her cheeks since that which she saw seemed to her the most infinitely shameful thing she had ever encountered.
Alas, that moment of inattention proved her further undoing, for in a trice Marie and Amy were upon her, binding her arms to her sides with a fine rope which had lain in readiness under the bed. While Astrid, now laid full-length, screamed her protests, which were as much of anger as humiliation, her long and beautiful legs were similarly secured until she lay completely trussed and panting.
‘That will do,’ Julia declared, having watched the struggle with passionate interest.
‘Oh, my God, you will surely suffer for this! The moment that Papa learns of how shamefully you have treated me he will...’
‘He will do nothing,’ her hostess declared, seating herself beside the writhing girl and quelling her further words by placing her hand over her mouth while Astrid’s noble eyes blazed into hers. ‘Cry and scream as you will, my love, for no one will hear you, save those whose pleasure it is to do so. I refer to the servants, of course. They are completely in my thrall, as are you now, Astrid, until it pleases me to release you. Listen and listen well, girl. You are not here to be tortured, as you appear to think. Did my tongue torture you? Only to a point of exquisite delight, yes. Were the chains in the bathroom rough? They but held you still and prevented unseemly struggling. You do not wish to appear undignified, I am sure, whatever trials you may be put to. There is a purpose to them which you will soon enough understand. Be civilised, Astrid, for I mean to bring you nothing but pleasure and enduring happiness--’
‘Don’t! No! AH!’ Astrid spluttered, for in that selfsame moment Julia removed her hand and held her ripe mouth down firmly over the young woman’s while gripping her chin so that her lips were unable to escape the wanton salute. Little by little, under the squashing of Julia’s mouth, Astrid’s upper lip rolled back, her white teeth parting haplessly to receive the gliding of Julia’s tongue within. Therewith, pinching the girl’s nostrils, Julia ensured that Astrid’s mouth remained open while her tongue swirled about hers.
Long, long did this kiss of illicit passion last, while Astrid quivered in her every vein. Not even her dear mama had kissed her upon the mouth before and the experience flooded her mind with unwonted pleasure against which she still wilfully fought. Knowing her victim better even than she did herself, however, Julia relinquished her grip upon Astrid’s chin and allowed her palm to float lightly and in the most teasing manner over the rosebud nipples, which peeped amid the binding ropes.
Her nose still pinched twixt Julia’s finger and thumb, Astrid gurgled and twisted. Their salivas mingled as did their tongues. Electric thrills coursed through her tits, which the bonds caused to swell even more. Her nipples rose like thorns and her scented cunt moistened anew. Bubbling out her breath, she gave a long, low sob that throbbed with untold passions, as Julia slowly withdrew her mouth and hands.
‘A kiss between women--is it not the most voluptuous thing?’ Julia asked softly while yet Astrid endeavoured to gather both her breath and her mind. Before she could do either, Julia had rolled her over so that she lay helpless upon her belly.
‘You must, must, must let me go--please, oh please!’ Astrid whimpered.
‘No, my dear, that is the last thing I shall do. Rather, I shall bring you to me, but these are words you will not understand yet, for your mind and your soul are not yet broken away from the dull, meddlesome world you would otherwise have inhabited--’
So saying, Julia slowly divested herself of her gown, beneath which she wore naught but a black waist corset which left her mammalian beauties completely bared, and patterned stockings of the sheerest black silk. Going then to an armoire, she drew forth a martinet whose thongs hissed menacingly as they sleeked down one noble thigh.
‘Has no part of your adorable body been caressed before, Astrid?’ she asked.
‘My God, no--how dare you ask me such a thing! YEEE-AAAARGH!’ screeched the tightly bound young woman, as, without further ado, the thongs hissed across her naked bottom cheeks, leaving in their path a fierce singeing of fire.
‘Never, Astrid? By no one?’ came Julia’s voice insistently. "Think carefully before you reply. Let me give you something to stir your thoughts, my pet--’
‘OW-OUCH! NEEE-YNNNNG! Stop it! Don’t Ah, it burns! You beast, you beast--OUCH!’
Again and again the martinet sang its song now, sweeping this way and that as the tortured orb of Astrid’s bottom writhed and jerked. Streaks of white fire seemed to be invading her ardent buttocks, the long tongues of heat reaching into her every crevice.
‘NEVER, Astrid? Mark carefully your reply or a dozen more will fall!’
‘BOO-BOO-BOO-BOOO!’ Astrid sobbed, for with each word the thongs hissed their paths across her blazing cheeks, which tightened visibly at every stroke. ‘Ah! AH! Ah, God, stop, Yes! My... my... MY maid... she... she has touched my bottom in assisting m... me to dress. YOOOOH!’
‘Indelicately, nicely, has she touched you, Astrid?’
‘YA-AH-AAAAH! Oh, stop, please, stop, YES! She f... f... feels me there--oh, I am ashamed to tell it! OH!’
Sobbing uncontrollably, Astrid was spun over once more onto her back, her scorched bottom throbbing and jerking to the unwonted contact with the silky bedcover upon which Julia nevertheless firmly pressed her so that Astrid’s agonised and weeping eyes stared up into her own.
‘You are not untruthful, then,’ Julia purred. ‘No, do not struggle, my girl, for a hot bottom is best alleviated by being pressed into something--preferably the torso of a male with a hard prick. The sensation is torturous but yet quite delicious when the waiting knob slips in. Every wriggle of the bottom but assists the invasion that follows. It is called corking, or sheathing, or ramming, or what you will--exactly as in the drawing in my book upon which your eyes fell. Look again, Astrid!’ Julia commanded, picking up the volume and holding it before the young woman’s bleared eyes.
‘It is h... hateful, wicked, oh, I cannot! Take it away!’ Astrid pleaded while with a taunting smile Julia traced the outlines of the drawing with her finger. Perfectly delineated, it showed a young woman bent over the back of a chair in the seat of which knelt an older one holding her arms. On the floor lay a cane whose handiwork was evinced by the parallel stripes marking the girl’s round bottom. To the rear of her, his knees slightly bent and his trousers at his ankles, crouched a man whose rearing penis was pointed directly between her nether cheeks.
‘Wicked, indeed! Such pleasures,’ Julia laughed throatily, and then, with a sinuous wriggle, slid full down upon Astrid so that every inch of their warm bodies curved into one another’s.
‘No! Please, no!’ Astrid sobbed. Unable now to squirm her blazing bottom as she wished, she was forced to lie still under the heavy, voluptuous weight of Julia, whose stiff nipples rubbed upon her own and whose hairy bush was couched upon hers. ‘Lie still, lie still, and say nothing. NOTHING, do you hear? Or I shall whip you more fiercely, my naughty one,’ Julia both chided and soothed in the same breath.
‘I c... cannot! It is wicked, wicked, wicked!’ Astrid choked. Her cheeks, wet with tears, were stroked by Julia’s hand. Julia’s mouth brushed hers softly.
‘Many are the delights of the world that are wicked, my love. Be certain only that mine will eventually prove the most delightful. In but a moment, when the warmth of my breasts and belly and thighs and the hungry heat of my cunt have fully invaded you, I shall leave you here to lie still. Wine and food will be brought to you and then you will sleep. When you awake it will be to find yourself as helplessly bound as you are now--’
‘No, no! Oh, Lady Tingle--Julia--let me go, let me go home, please! I swear to say nothing of this if only you will!’
‘SHUSH!’ Julia commanded her softly. ‘There is much for you to learn. Think upon it, Astrid. You will not know what will happen to you when you awake, though it shall not be dire. You will remain a victim of my pleasures until you discover your own--’
‘NO-OH!’ Astrid’s wail came then, but, even as her cry echoed through the sumptuous boudoir, so Julia gathered up her gown and departed smoothly and silently, closing and locking the door behind her.
Eyes glazed and bottom cheeks still twitching from their unaccustomed basting, Astrid wriggled, and then with a sobbing sigh lay still once more. With the closing of the door a terrible silence reigned about her. Once or twice she fancied that she heard muffled footsteps and a murmuring of voices. Each time they appeared to approach, she stiffened within herself and then relaxed again. The stinging feeling in her nether cheeks changed gradually to a warm glow that infused even her sticky quim. From moment to moment, she felt as though she were falling into dreams of her maid’s hands soothing subtly under the bare flesh of her bottom. After a seeming eternity, the door opened and her haunted state went to the door. Marie and Amy entered, Marie carrying a large silver tray of food and wine which she rested upon her knees as she sat close to Astrid.
Lifted into a sitting position by Amy, who stroked her hair fondly, Astrid dumbly allowed herself to be fed with smoked salmon and other delicacies. Between bites, wine was gurgled down her throat.
‘She eats well--that is the best of signs,’ Marie said contentedly when Astrid was laid back again, her head on a pillow, her eyes closed. The draught she had been given would ensure that she slept for an hour at least. Her pretty lips quivered and then were still. Falling, as it seemed to her, down a long, black-velvet tunnel she slept.
Chapter III
Having entered her dressing room to don a pair of blue-silk directoire drawers and to cast about her voluptuous form a tea gown of matching material, Julia descended with a pleased smile upon her lips. The venture had gone as well as she had expected it to, and perhaps a trifle better. Every scornful of those whom she considered the oafs of Society--whether poor or rich--Julia admired above all young women of high-tempered spirit such as she now knew Astrid to be. The girl would be a perfect treasure.
Upon reaching the foot of the stairs she was met by Amy, who now wore an expression of greater humbleness on her face, for while their mistress allowed them certain pleasures she could also be exceedingly strict.
‘Lady Dunnit is here to see you, Ma’am--’
‘Alone, Amy?’
‘No, Ma’am, she has her nephew with her--the one who...’
‘That will do, Amy. You may bring in some wine,’ Julia interrupted, for she was aware that the maid was about to attempt some familiar reminiscing. Lady Dunnit was an infrequent visitor, but the occasions that she spent with Julia were often memorable, as they were for her nephew, Anthony. He had attained now to the age of seventeen and was a slender youth with a somewhat girlish face and blond hair, which Julia had insisted must be allowed to grow. Not having seen him for over a month, she was pleased, upon entering the drawing room, to find that it now almost reached his shoulders and went rather fetchingly with the blue velvet suit he wore.
Lady Esmeralda Dunnit was a lady in her early forties, who led the local hunt with her husband. Despite her commanding looks and her fiery figure, she acceded to Julia in all matters. The two had been at boarding school together and knew each other’s ways. Embracing fondly, they kissed, pecking and cooing at one another’s lips while Anthony sat silent and not a little fearful in the presence of their hostess.
‘He looks a trifle pale. Have you been over-milking him?’ Julia asked distantly while taking good care not to look at Anthony directly.
‘Why, no,’ simpered Esmeralda. ‘There has been very little opportunity for it. His mama is too often about and keeps a most careful eye on him--’
‘Oh, tush! You should have brought her to rein long ago with as much ease as you do your horses, Esmeralda. It would appear that I shall have to intervene in that. You have been lost for pleasure then, I suppose?’
A perfect shyness then appeared to come over her lady visitor, who had the grace to blush a little. Julia knew her well enough, however, not to pursue the matter too vocally and merely whispered something in her ear which caused Esmeralda to tremble inwardly with pleasure. At this moment, Marie entered with the wine, which, being a good Chateau neuf du Pape, afforded Lady Dunnit the sense of headiness she preferred to enjoy at such moments in Julia [...]
