The Metamorphosis of Lisette Joyaux E-Book

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• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

'The Metamorphosis of Lisette Joyaux' is the story of Lisette Joyaux, born in the province of Normandy. Her father was a gentleman farmer who was left a considerable estate and fortune. Lisette inherited her mother's beauty and her father's patrician elegance. But, in addition, she possessed a most ingenuous mind and personality.
There was nothing in Lisette's childhood to indicate the path she would take in her later life. Her loving parents lavished every affection and gift upon this dear girl, and they employed a diligent and sympathetic governess who never spoke a harsh word to her precious ward, even in the event of misbehavior. By the time she was eighteen, she knew nothing about punishment as she did about lovemaking. However, her destiny was being shaped by the grim fates who measure out and cut the thread of life for all mortals.

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The Metamorphosis of Lisette Joyaux

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The Metamorphosis of Lisette Joyaux 1890AnonymousThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with.If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should purchase your own copy.First edition 2014

Chapter 1

Nothing in Lisette Joyaux's early life foretold that she would become handsome, young Jacques Duverneuil's bride and then love-slave. Lisette Joyaux was born in the province of Normandy, in the little resort village of Piemonieux, and there she spent her girlhood.

This simple sentence tells everything and nothing about the naive young beauty. In order to comprehend the remarkable circumstances that occurred in the very first year of that seemingly fortuitous marriage, one must know what preceded it: Without that history, there would be only the most banal of stories to tell.

Lisette was born to affluent parents then in their mid-thirties. Her father, Daniel Joyaux, was a gentleman farmer who was left a considerable estate and fortune by his father, who had been a retired sea captain in the French merchant fleet. Daniel and his blond wife Amalie fell in love during their school days and married early.

But despite their passionate love for one another, fortune did not provide them with a child until after a dozen years of marriage, when they despaired of ever having offspring. One can understand, therefore, how they viewed the lovely Lisette as a gift from above.

Lisette inherited her mother's beauty and her father's patrician elegance. But, in addition, she possessed a most ingenuous mind and personality. And again, we may thank providence for measuring out precisely the ingredients that made Lisette what she was, for if she claimed more beauty or more sophistry, again there would be no story to relate.

There was nothing in Lisette's childhood to indicate the path she would take in her later life. Her loving parents lavished every affection and gift upon this dear girl, and they employed a diligent and sympathetic governess who never spoke a harsh word to her precious ward, even in the event of misbehavior. By the time she was eighteen, she knew as much about punishment as she did about lovemaking, which is to say, nothing. However, her destiny was being shaped by the grim fates who measure out and cut the thread of life for all mortals.

The skein of her life was tied up with that of her parents, for in the summer of her eighteenth year, her father and mother were both killed and Lisette Joyaux was sent to live with an elderly aunt. The woman was twenty years older than her sister, Lisette's mother. In addition, she was a decided spinster.

Hortensia Clomaris was gentle with Lisette, more than was perhaps good for the young girl. Also, since she had never before experienced the joys and sweet pangs of motherhood, the spinster doted on her little niece and lavished much affection upon her. She employed an old gossipy housekeeper, a Madame Perichaud, who cooked the meals and tended to the cleaning and other domestic chores. And often Madame Perichaud would scold her mistress and complain, "That little brat deserves a good smacking on her bare backside, but you smile and give her a sweetmeat instead! "spare the rod and spoil the child," I say, and I will say it a thousand times more!"

At such complaints, the spinster would smile and gently shake her head. "Mais pas de tout, my dear Madame Perichaud," she would sigh. "This is not my child, but one who is lent to me for a little while. I would not punish her for the world!"

Perhaps the old housekeeper's grumblings were prophetic, considering what was to happen to lovely Lisette Joyaux. Nevertheless, Lisette's saucy posterior remained untouched by aunt or housekeeper, even when she committed an unhappy prank one memorable afternoon. While playing, the precious girl juggled some of her aunt's best china plates, smashing three of them in the process. While the furious housekeeper spluttered ineffectually, Aunt Hortensia only gave Lisette a mild talking-to, leaving the sensitive girl almost in tears. Such then was the manner of Lisette Joyaux's puberty. But all this changed upon the remarkable and delicious summer of her eighteenth year. And, indeed, it was a delicious time, with Lisette's ripening body and blossoming beauty showing promise of the woman soon to be! She stood a medium height and wound her golden hair in two thick braids, even though Madame Perichaud grumbled that only peasant children wore such ludicrous pigtails. Her face was heart-shaped-open, soft, and bright, like an April flower with its petals turned toward the sun. Her eyes-so large and widely spaced-were the color of a cloudless sky. Her nose rested straight and dainty beneath the blue eyes. It tilted upward, but only slightly, and her nostrils possessed a curious flare, as if the girl were constantly inquisitive or excited. Her mouth was made for kissing, one might say, with its lower lip somewhat plumper than the upper. A dimple adorned her rounded chin. More dimples brightened her rounded cheeks. And her skin? Lisette Joyaux's skin glowed the color of freshly skimmed milk, so satiny smooth and flawless! It was skin any aristocrat would envy and desire. She possessed the sweet face of a freshly scrubbed milkmaid, but Lisette Joyaux was equally delectable of figure. The thighs on her long legs curved fully, voluptuously-like those of a woman. Her buttocks, upstanding and rounded, were shadowed with that enticing furrow between them. It was a bottom meant for caressing or whipping - or both!

Her young breasts were developing, too. They perched high and firm and wide apart on her milky chest and were pinkly tipped with little nipple buds. A slim waist curved to the smooth belly marked by a niche of navel. And beneath the suave pelvic basin nestled the golden-thatched temple of her virginity. And in this, her eighteenth summer, Lisette Joyaux little suspected she was about to embark upon an adventure - an adventure that would introduce her virginal charms to the most voluptuously acute of pleasures!

Chapter 2

Lovely Lisette Joyaux, left to her own devices, began to explore the serene countryside where her aunt dwelt. Since she displayed the utmost affection to the lonely spinster and had never committed any serious breach of etiquette, Hortensia allowed the girl unrestricted freedom. Indeed, the aunt herself knew all the neighbors in the little farm town and could think of no possible reason to prohibit the wanderings of her charming niece. The kindly Hortensia did not realize, however, that a looming mansion only a few hundred feet away from her own modest dwelling was recently rented to a wealthy young divorcée. And it was here-in that stately house-where young Lisette would become acquainted with the most erotic and complex lore and behavior of all-the mystic rites performed by four impassioned Lesbians.

The divorcée was none other than Janine Ericourt. Her husband had cast her aside only six months previously when he returned from a trip unexpectedly early and discovered his voluptuous young wife in the arms of a lover. Perhaps, being young and gallant and tolerant by nature, Maurice Ericourt might simply have chided his bride for her indiscretion and tactfully advised her to conduct her extramarital amours elsewhere other than in their marital dwelling. Yes, perhaps the husband would have been more accepting had this lover been of his own sex. But therein lay the problem, for Janine's lover was of the same tender sex as herself, a handsome blond woman named Suzanne Vegouret, a 25-year-old whom Maurice Ericourt secretly coveted from afar. But little did he suspect that Suzanne Vegouret, an avowed Lesbian, disdained all men.

Thus cuckolded in both his male ego and by the deception itself, Maurice Ericourt denounced both women for their wickedness. He promptly consulted his attorney and thus brought to an end his two-year-old marriage.

Being wealthy and wishing no scandal, however, he offered a lucrative settlement upon Janine with the stipulations that she not contest the divorce and that she leave Paris forever. Janine agreed, and thus it was that she came to this little town in Normandy to find serenity and tranquillity in the beautiful French countryside. But after a few months of quiet loneliness, she sent for her blonde sweetheart. With Suzanne came two friends, beautiful, desirable, and equally devoted to that virginal ardor which excludes all men, to the passion that smoulders only in the presence of females.

And so Janine Ericourt now felt comforted in her banishment from the City of Light, and she gave herself up ecstatically to the amorous escapades to which Suzanne and the other two beauties introduced her. And soon, unbeknownst to Lisette's elderly aunt, there was a happy foursome of impassioned Lesbians living and loving in the Bromard mansion.

One fateful July day, Lisette went out to search for her dearest chum, the charming Eva, granddaughter of an old caretaker for the elegant little villa on the corner across the street. But Eva had been sent by her mother to take a basketful of berries to her aunt on the other side of town. Faintly vexed at this turn of events, Lisette, while returning to her aunt's dwelling, decided to explore the abandoned house nearby. It had been inhabited by an elderly couple who decided to return to Paris and thus put the place up for rent or purchase through solicitors.

Like her aunt, Lisette did not know the mansion was now inhabited by four exciting and voluptuous young women. Indeed, the women were most discreet so that the neighbors might not suspect their relationship - that is, the existence of four such attractive young women living together under one roof without any husbands or consorts or any apparent means of support. But the folly of passion sometimes tempts even cautious people into error, and thus it was with Janine and Suzanne and their two dear friends; Madeleine Surmain and Paulette Renaud.

For on this special afternoon, the four fair Lesbians had decided to enjoy the sun by relaxing in the little summerhouse in the garden of the Bromard estate. They felt protected by the huge hedges sprouting on all three sides of the garden, which was connected to the back of the house. But they did not reckon on the curiosity of a lonely girl who was out of sorts because she had no companion.

Lisette stopped at the gate which led to the mansion, tentatively lifted the latch, and let herself in. Seeing no sign of life, she was about to leave when she spied a narrow alleyway at one side of the house and decided to explore. Taking this path, she arrived at the edge of the garden, from which she observed the little summerhouse. And standing near a bed of nasturtiums, she suddenly perceived that the summerhouse was not at all vacant. She drew closer and her eyes widened with astonishment to behold an incredible sight.

The four young women, to be more at ease and to allow the sun to caress their lush bodies, entered the summerhouse with the intention of lounging on wicker chairs and upholstered benches placed here and there near windows made of thick, clear glass. The girls wore only scanty chemises, but then, believing themselves alone and safe from prying eyes, they discovered that their sheer garments incited them to lascivious pranks, which ultimately became more and more amorous. Suzanne, you see, had introduced into their rituals a fascinating new precept - that of voluptuous fustigation. While she was separated from her beloved Janine, she chanced to meet Madeleine and Paulette, who themselves were already sweethearts. She invited them to her apartment where the three young women tasted the sweet forbidden fruits of woman-love. Madeleine, however, showed her companion Paulette more attention than Suzanne cared to see, especially as she was the hostess. She accordingly scolded Madeleine, and finally out of exasperation, took the handsome young woman across her lap, and began to spank her as one would an unruly child.

Paulette giggled at the sight of her petite amie's discomfort. Therefore, the irate Suzanne decided upon firmer measures to show both these young women she wasn't playing games. She stopped a moment and, rucking up Madeleine's skirt and chemise, resumed the spanking, her open hand smacking loudly upon Madeleine's silken panties with such effect that the charming victim squealed and squirmed and finally burst into tears and cried for mercy.

Suzanne, instantly contrite, ceased the punishment and lifted Madeleine to her feet. To her surprise, however, Madeleine was inflamed with desire towards her. The two young women stood, arms entwined around each other, their mouths and tongues fused in mutual frenzy. Paulette was forgotten as both women moved to the couch and there merged in passionate conclave.

Later when Paulette - disconcerted because she had been ignored-protested Madeleine's infidelity, she herself was forced to that selfsame couch by Madeleine and Suzanne who flung her down upon her belly. Suzanne then seated herself astride Paulette's supple back while Madeleine lifted up Paulette's chemise and began to apply a vigorous spanking over the victim's tender oval-shaped bottom. Paulette burst into tears of chagrin, shame, and distress, but then she, too, discovered the miracle of voluptuous correction from the hands of her beloved, for when they released her, her eyes were humid with desire and she could not wait to make love!

And thus this trio became a passionate one, welded in the crucible of amorous chastisement. From that day forth, the three did not tryst together without resorting to this stimulating kind of prelude. Naturally, when they came to live with Janine, they readily introduced the beautiful brunette divorcée to the mystic ceremonials of flagellation. From the benign spanking with the soft palm, they experimented with a folded newspaper, an ivory comb, a long-handled bath brush, and a dampened napkin (which eventually they knotted so as to serve as a kind of little whip). In the countryside, they discovered how to make birch rods from hedges and trees for their erotic diversions-they even experimented with bouquets of metal. And Suzanne, returning to Paris for a weekend, found a leather-goods shop where she procured a martinet, a red leather dog whip, and several straps of varying lengths and thicknesses which could be put to use in the new household. And thus it was that the golden-haired Lisette Joyaux beheld a strange scene through the windowpanes of the little summerhouse one July afternoon when curiosity and boredom led her into the hidden and shielded garden of what she and her aunt believed to be an abandoned mansion. She stood transfixed beside the bed of nasturtiums watching the most incredible sight she had ever witnessed.

Paulette, slim and tall and copper-haired, revelling in the verve of her twenty-three years, was wielding a three-thonged martinet upon the naked bottom of Suzanne who was couched across the lap of Janine and whose hands were held by her adoring sweetheart Madeleine. Suzanne's chemise was unbuttoned and dragged up high on her ivory back to expose the contoured cheeks of her naked behind, separated by a broadening furrow. Suzanne weaved and twisted and flailed her bare legs wildly in the air under each stinging kiss of the martinet, allowing little Lisette to see the thickly fleeced aperture of her pussy, as well as the bewitching pink rosette of her anus. The woman convulsed under the biting impact of the broad leather thongs as they darted through the air and flattened with a noisy crack over her bare bottom, causing her shuddering hemispheres to yawn further apart and to clench in convulsive spasms.

Janine curved her left arm around Suzanne's waist and pressed her right hand against the cheekbone of the victim. With blazing eyes she followed the flight of the red leather band already raising angrily crimson streaks on the victim's skin.

"Go on, you are only just beginning!" she encouraged Paulette. "Make her cry, make her beg pardon, naughty girl that she is!"

But suddenly Paulette stopped, the wooden handle of the martinet clutched tightly in her hand, and her mouth gaped with surprise. She had just spotted Lisette at the end of the garden, and she was petrified with surprise at this intrusion.

"No!" she hissed. "There is someone spying on us! Pull her chemise down and let her up! We must go catch this wicked spy who dares interrupt our pleasure!"

Lisette could not move from her vantage spot, even when she saw Paulette cast aside the martinet, saw Madeleine help Suzanne to her feet and pull down her chemise, and then saw all four beauties leave the summerhouse and rush towards her. When she finally regained her poise, it was too late. Janine, running like a young deer, came up to her and seized her by a wrist.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? How dare you spy upon us, you little good-for-nothing!" the brunette divorcée exclaimed.

"I have an idea," Madeleine smiled knowingly as her eyes devoured the girl's budding figure. "Into the summerhouse with her, and we'll let her have a taste of the martinet herself and thus learn the truth!"

Chapter 3

"Oh, please, let me go, I haven't done anything! Please let me go!" Lisette Joyaux pleaded as the two Lesbians seized her by the wrists and forced her back into the summerhouse.

"Yes, we shall let you go," Madeleine retorted, "but, in the meantime, we wish a few answers from you, ma petite!"

"But I tell you, and it's the truth, I wasn't spying on you," Lisette protested, tears glistening in her fear- widened eyes. "I didn't know anyone lived here anymore, and I just wanted to see the garden! And there you all were..." She stopped, her face turning scarlet.

"Yes, there we all were," Madeleine rejoined with a mocking smile as she glanced at her three friends. "And so you saw something quite different from what you expected, I'll bet. You little snoop! I've a good mind to tell your parents what a wicked girl you are, to intrude upon private property and to watch what you shouldn't be watching!"

"Oh, please let me go," Lisette pleaded, struggling in the grip of her tormentors. "I promise I shan't say anything, I truly promise! Besides, my parents are dead and I've only my old aunt who lives nearby. I meant no harm, truly I didn't!"

Madeleine glanced at Janine. "And what do you think, ma belle Janine?" she demanded.

"Perhaps the child is telling the truth," Janine interposed. "She seems so charming, with those big blue eyes, such an innocent."

"Don't let yourself be fooled by her looks," Madeleine reprimanded. "Mata Hari was a beautiful dancer and a stunning woman, but she wound up before a firing squad. No, I say this little one must be given a good lesson so she won't go around tattling! Our glorious solitude is all of a sudden threatened by the presence of this naughty scamp. I say we give her a good sound smacking on her pretty bottom and send her back where she belongs with a warning."

"Oh, no!" Lisette gasped, turning an adorable crimson as she struggled to free her wrists. "But I've done nothing, I swear to you I haven't! And I shan't tell anyone.

"Of course, because you've nothing to tell, isn't that right?" Janine rose and approached the trembling, tearful girl. In her black satin chemise, the stunning divorcée was exceptionally voluptuous, and naive though Lisette was, she could not help but notice the magnificent figure which the chemise highlighted, nor the brilliant, humid dark brown eyes and the sensual ripe mouth and the creamy skin so liberally displayed. Janine Ericourt extended her right hand and cupped Lisette's trembling chin, staring deeply into the girl's eyes.

"All you need know," she persisted, "was that one of us was being punished for being naughty. Yes, ma petite, just as you are going to be punished now."

"But I don't deserve a smacking! I've never been smacked. Oh, please, please let me go!" Lisette wailed, suddenly strangely troubled by the compelling nearness of the four beautiful Lesbians who held her in their midst and devoured her with glistening eyes. A cloying scent emanated from their bodies along with the fragrances from naked flesh and the moisture of secret lubrications.

"Why, this is incredible," Madeleine Surmain declared, "a virgin bottom! In any case, we shan't let you go, little one, until we've had a look at it and given it a good warming to teach you not to be so inquisitive about matters that don't concern you. Here, let me take her across my lap and the rest of you hold her while I prepare that lovely innocent behind for its initiation!"

So saying, Madeleine seated herself on one of the wicker benches and made a sign to her friends to draw the tearful and pleading captive towards her for the ignominious position such chastisement inevitably requires. Lisette re [...]