The rest was simplicity. In a trice she was bound to him, the bodice of her dress being unlaced so that his nose settled somewhat blissfully no doubt in the deep valley between the silken gourds of her tits.
Dearly as I would have loved to have knelt down, I did not. It would have been undignified. Nevertheless, I would like to have seen-on that first occasion-the deep rooting of his cock within her and the way his balls were squashed beneath her. Her arms were secured around his neck and her ankles fastened to his. Thus she had room to manouevre her bottom up and down and would do so, I had no doubt, once they were alone, despite her sobbing protestations as Aunt Maude and I made to leave.
"B… Beatrice! you cannot!" Katherine implored. Imprisoned and shafted upon him thus, she looked adorable. Her nipples already sprouted thickly, I noticed. I had no illusions that the moment we left them in this erotic stance his lips would begin nibbling at the rosy buds her exposed melons presented to him.
"You may come in her as you wish… on this occasion, Frederick," I said quietly. Then we were gone, the doors locked behind us.
"A merriment-did you not think?" I asked Aunt Maude.
My aunt nodded. "It will do her no harm. She has long inhibited herself in his respect, I am sure. You will not permit him to master her, though?"
It was an unnecessary question, as her eyes told me. There were permutations into which I had not yet entered nor thought to enter.
"I shall make her Mistress of the Robes," 1 said, and laughed. We placed our ears to the door briefly and caught their muffled moanings. "She will speak not a word to him out of pride," I said, "and neither will he dare address her despite the fact that he has her plugged. An almost perfect conjunction, I think. She may punish him later, at her wish, of course. I shall permit that. They will enjoy that also -both of them."
"You have grown in your knowings," Aunt Maude replied.
"Of course," I said pertly. The exercise had given me a heady feeling of conquering without cruelty-the path I was thereafter to follow in all my knowings. Eight persons out of ten have a willingness to submit in the right circumstances and guided by the right hands. Therein is a safety for them. They are led-permitted. In their enforcement are they permitted. 1 had moved beneath the sea and raised my skirts. The water had lapped me. A tongue had lapped me. Fishes had nibbled at my garters.
I would have a dozen pairs of gloves of the finest kid, reaching to my elbows, I told my aunt. The idea of the very sensuousness of their touch communicated itself to her immediately. She would have her glove-maker bring them she said. They would be extremely close-fitting. "Their come will bubble over your fingers," she smiled. "When I wish it," I said. "Come-I want you on the rocking horse."
Aunt Maude stepped back. "I?" She jerked, but my hand already had her elbow. "Do you mean it, Beatrice?" I had no need to answer. Her docility came as from one who had half expected it. Stockinged and booted, but otherwise naked, she looked superb. Her figure had a rubbery firmness in all its outcurving aspects. Mounted on the horse, she stretched her bottom back brazenly, her slit gleaming juicily.
I accorded her no pleasure other than three dozen biting flicks of the whip. The enforced bending of her knees -together with the orbing of her bottom-as she fought to keep her heels dug into the stirrups, provided the very aspect of eroticism I had long envisaged of myself.
There would be a small platform in future behind the horse so that the male could mount it at the appropriate moment and insert his penis while he gripped the weaving hips.
At my command.
I would have it so. There would be no exercises nor entertainments nor merriments beyond my seeing or control.
I had entered my domain.
EIGHTEEN
It was a full forty minutes before I released Katherine land drew her up. Her nipples were rigid, her breasts swollen. Following me in with a distinctly awkward gait after the whipping I had accorded her, my aunt released Frederick and motioned him to dress in a side room.
"How many times, Katherine?" I asked softly, passing my hand down between her thighs. The abundance of his sperm made itself felt soapily between her thighs. Some had trickled down and rilled into the ridged tops of her stockings.
Burying her hot face into my shoulder, Katherine mumbled something I could not catch. It would not do. I lifted her reluctant face, watching the sly messengers of pleasure endeavouring to scurry into hiding behind her eyes.
"He came twice at least, I trust?" I asked sternly. Again she wanted to conceal her face but I would not permit it.
Katherine nodded. I had yet to learn myself that it is one of the most satisfying positions, squatted face to face upon a man's thighs. "Yes," she averred thickly. "Beatrice, I must…
"Punish him? Of course-at your pleasure," I interrupted. An exceedingly pretty half laugh broke from her lips, accompanied by a small, emerging "Oh!" that had all the colour and perfume of a budding rose. I drew her dress down as a mother might with a child and soothed her hips.
"You will not make me again?" she asked. The invitation was so blatant that I all but laughed.
"Obedience is necessary at all times, Katherine," I replied softly and kissed her brow. It was damp still with her exertions as were her peachlike bottom cheeks which held a faint mist of moisture between them. It would have pleasured me distinctly then to have guided another manroot into her bottom while holding her down beneath my arm. Perhaps she read the wish in my eyes for she simpered and pressed into me.
"I should never…" she began. I knew her intention. It was to apologise to me for what had gone before. Perhaps she thought I had come in disguise to test her.
"You may have Jenny as a handmaid-for today, Katherine."
I moved away quickly and left her. She would have had me stay, I felt-perhaps to afford her some obscure sense of comforting. One must keep one's distance, however. I had turned her about neatly and left her, so to speak, with one foot in midair. My immediate concern was with Amanda. She had dallied long in the garden with Caroline. Nevertheless, their would-be pleasing efforts were evident from the array of blooms which stood on the kitchen table.
Maria was adjusting some of them. She gazed at me rather shyly as I entered.
"You are happy, Maria?" I asked. The bloom of health seemed indeed to be upon her. 1 had a certain taste for the voluptuousness of her curves which her deliberately tight and abbreviated costume enhanced. She nodded. A veil of uncertainty was in her eyes. Her fingers flustered at the flowers. There was a new ring on her finger, I noticed. It was one of no great account. My uncle had given it to her, I guessed. On my questioning her, she confessed it.
"He mounted you, Maria?"
The question was so direct that she knew not what to answer. A tiny bubble of saliva appeared between her lips which were richly curved but smallish.
"As Frederick did in the stable, Maria?" I insisted. Beneath her black skirt 1 could envisage the ripeness of her cheeks in their waiting.
"My husband don't know, M'am," she stammered.
"Answer the questions, Maria," I said softly and stayed her hands from their toying with the stalks of the blooms. Her palms were moist.
"I was ashamed, M'am," she choked. The expression in her eyes was ill-disguised. It followed not the twisting of her lips. She would lend herself, I sensed, to whatever I intended.
"Did you buck or struggle, Maria?" I gripped the bun of her hair which was coiled up with hairpins. One loosened and fell between my fingers.