Mistress. It would be a banquet of leisurely courses, each lash an island of pleasure in itself.
Stacy Knew her appraisal of Mistress was accurate. . The lovely woman was also intelligent in her attire. She did not attempt to compete with the nearly exposed breasts of her young domestics, although it was obvious that her breasts were lovely. Instead, she wore a high-necked satin blouse which allowed for the full swell of the breasts. It was purposely a definite contrast to the revealing blouses of her maids, and thus, very clever.
She greeted Stacy with a smile of honesty and appreciation. As she had been taught, Stacy curt- syed to Mistress, then stood in front of her to allow her the liberties to which she was entitled. The kiss was dignified, as Stacy knew it would be, but promised more by its firmness. Mistress lowered
Stacy's neckline the necessary inch or two to bare the breasts, and fondled them softly, patiently and expertly, until the expected nipple erection took place. She returned Stacy's neckline to its former position.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Stacy correctly.
"My husband and I are glad to have you at
Woodriding, Stacy. You appear to be quite nice."
"Thank you, Mistress," replied Stacy with the correct amount of blush, practiced so diligently in domestic class.
"Pardon me, Mistress," said the impatient housekeeper, "but, as I mentioned, I simply must have Dania's arms untied. Your bridge club is only three hours away, and I need all three of the girls."
"Yes, of course, Norena. How forgetful of me.
How long have you been bound, Dania?"
"You tied me this morning, Mistress," said
Dania.
"Yes. Simply' forgot."Come here, Dania, and I'll undo you." Mistress"pulled the ropes from her arms and Dania gasped at the sudden,.release of pressure. Dania could not as yet put her arms back in their proper position, and they stayed behind her.. Stacy could see the deeply imbedded rope imprints in Dania's flesh.
"Thank you, Mistress," said Dania, slowly easing her arms back to their normal state.
Just before eight, Mistress inspected her maids who stood in a row in the hall. It was her custom, to assure her guests that the attractive domestics presented a lovely vision. After all, maids, like cars and furniture, were things to show off with pride in society. A status symbol, of course.
Mistress flicked a curl and a lock here, and a straightening of belts at the waist. Lastly, a fur- ther loosening of the shoulder bows to make sure that the delicate pink aureolas were nicely exposed.
"Now bend as if serving, girls. Let's see if the bows are loose enough."
The young servants bent forward properly, and three pair of saucy breasts pushed their nipples free of the blouses.
"Good. Just right, girls. Be sure to bend fully forward when serving. Let the nipples be seen each time. Dania, I think I'll loosen your bows a little more so that when you serve, your breasts will fall out completely. They are unique and I've worked so hard on them. I should receive some compli- ments from my friends. They will be quite envious,
I'm afraid. Now, remember, always curtsy when spoken to, lifting the skirt up high on the way down. Show all of your underpants briefly. Stacy, are you familiar with the proper curtsy?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress. Learned in school. Always show the pants."
"Very well. There's the doorbell. Run along now, and bring in the dips and wine in fifteen.minutes."
The bridge party had gone well, the domestics scurrying about with trays and decanters. They performed mistake-free, happily for the Mistress.
It was embarrassing, of course, to the host to have domestics who spilled or floundered. Stacy,
Trish and Dania performed perfectly and Mistress was very pleased. Thus, by eleven, the dishes and glasses had been washed and the three had showered and plopped themselves nakedly on their huge bed upstairs.
"Oh, good," said Dania. "It's just eleven. We' can watch this week's chapter of Lanya of the Jungle on channel 10. Do you watch it, Stacy?
Trish and I always do on Thursdays. Really turns us on."
"Oh, yes, Dania. I just love Marlene Parkins in the role. She's such a good actress, and so sexy. I . could just eat her up. I missed last week, though.
The Hillings had a late party, damn it. You can fill me in. I love TV after eleven. The adult shows are so good these days. Mom says that back when she was younger they didn't have Lanya or any such shows. Must have been the pits in those days."
The screen crackled to life on the bureau top, and the three girls lay side by side, their elbows holding up their heads. They presented an appearance of three identical children's dolls, the three slender backs and upthrusting bottoms exactly alike in every way.
In the olden days it had been The Perils of
Pauline and Flash Gordon as television serials.
Today, Lanya Was the current hit, with her seem- ingly endless misfortunes and captures, deep with- in a jungle society; Once, long ago, there had been
Tarzan, but the serials had reflected the conserva- tism of that era.. These days, actors and, actresses didn't need special effects or fill-ins. Everything
' was perfectly real, and therefore much, much bet- ter. Of course, for the salaries the stars received, it should be real.
The screen flashed a recommendation that young people under twelve should be forewarned of the content by parents. It was an FCC regulation only, for what kid these days didn't have his or her own TV set in the bedroom. Stacy had begun watching Lanya at ten, when Barbara Kerry had played the role.
The plot was thin, but it didn't matter. Marlene Parkins made up for it, and no one cared about the shallow scripts. "Lanya" sat by her friendly jungle stream, as this chapter opened, breast-feeding her son, an event which was happily repeated in many chapters. Naturally, Marlene Parkins could breast- feed, for the part required it. The producers made sure that they abided by the reality regulations, and the camera zoomed in on a closeup of the child nursing a turgid nipple. Lanya's milk ran and spurted nicely about the screen.
"Oooh," exclaimed Trish. "She's got such a lot.
Turns me on. Like to have a lunch on her tits myself."
"Shush, Trish," said Dania. "We want to hear."
The child continued its sucking and Lanya lay back her head in obvious pleasure at the sensations it caused her. The three girls on the bed could almost feel the sensations themselves, and Stacy felt Trish's hand resting on her bare buttocks suddenly-. She wiggled closer to Trish.
The evil and bearded group of slavers naturally came upon the scene, and liked what they saw in
Lenya. Lanya didn't like them, obviously, and took off like a-cheetah in her brief tiger-skin panties.
The girl could really run. Naturally, though, there was the tree root. She was set upon and bound, her heaving, panting breasts dribbling milk from their bouncing on the trail. Poor Lanya. Roped again, as usual. What now? Commercial time.
There was the trek back to the slaver's camp with Lanya trussed to a pole between two native carriers like a dead animal. Then the heroine was tied between two posts' by upraised and spread arms to await the whip of Longo, the chief bad- man, of rippling muscles and rotten personality.
Too, there appeared Ula, his resident concubine, who would like nothing better than to see Lanya have her hide stripped off. Ula didn't like white girls at all.
Nasty Longo raised his whip to begin on Lanya, but friendly Ula bade him hold for a moment, so that.she might taunt Lanya a little first. Her hands played with Lanya's breasts, bringing more milk to the screen, then in hatred, Ula ripped off Lanya's pants. She would be whipped nude. Commercial time.