Then I gave her my garments, shirt, etc., to go and hang up, and she knelt down and took off my boots.
She had tied the ribbon to the hairs of her mount and I amused myself by pulling it, in spite of her sharp little cries of pain.
On entering the room, she had reminded me of the ribbon and said she had a great desire to pee. I refused to let her do so for the moment.
Now, as we were both undressed, I told her she could empty her bladder, and although she wanted to very badly, she swore she could not void her urine if I looked at her while she did so.
I made her stand up, by threatening her with the whip, and felt her belly. It was quite hard and distended and I pressed my two first fingers into it on both sides, just above the thighs. She begged me to desist, saying that if I continued to press her navel and belly, she would be unable to keep from emptying herself any longer.
At last, by the aid of threats of the “whip-stick,” and after a few mild touches with it, I succeeded in getting her on the vase, and her long pent-up urine trickled loudly into the pot, as I stood over her. She was crimson with shame, but nevertheless highly pleased and lustfully excited.
We then got on the bed, both completely naked, and, after our usual kisses and close embraces, I ordered her to masturbate herself. This she absolutely refused to do, but I was obdurate. Again the whip was brought forward, and I kept it by my side on the bed. Finally, she reluctantly laid her hand between her thighs and began awkwardly and slowly, making out as if she hardly knew how. It was very pretty for me to see and feel her graceful body reclining across my thighs and watch the play of her features. She was cross and merry by turns, but lust soon overcame her, as the required result was brought about in the following way. She was willing to do what I wanted if I kept my hand on hers, and tickled her round about the tender spot, while she manipulated her rose-bud herself. By the united caress of her hand and mine, she soon emitted and then had a long bout of tongue and lip sucking.
I then got over her, pretending to penetrate her in the natural way, until we were both beside ourselves with desire. We were face-to-face, her thighs open and legs outstretched. My weapon was rubbing against the upper part of the openings of her furrow, our tongues joined, and the index of my right hand slowly penetrating her hot fundament.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and, closing her thighs, pressed my organ between them, saying:
“It is nice like this!”
I pushed up and down in the imitation vulva thus formed, and rubbed against her pussy; she moved her bottom up to meet my strokes. Pleasure seized us both at the same moment; I felt the shudder of joy vibrate through her frame and I discharged copiously.
I turned over onto my back, and when we had recovered from the effects of our enervating sham fight, I showed her what a state her thighs were in, and her mount covered with my thick semen.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, in fright, her face and mouth distorted with fear. “Am I no longer a virgin?”
She seemed greatly alarmed, but I explained the difference between what we had done and genuine copulation. Reassured, she made me cuddle her tightly and fell asleep on my breast. I kept quiet so as not to awaken her and slept as well. When we both woke, it was six o'clock, and Lilian had slobbered in her sleep on my hairy chest, like a little baby girl.
We had a long conversation, when she told me that she found the flagellation scene between the father and daughter, which I had lent her to read, “rather tame,” and would have liked the couple to have enjoyed each other after the flogging, and she asked me if I had any new ideas of erotic slavery for her. I answered that I wanted to lick her private parts while she was bound down and her hands strapped together, and I promised to teach her a novel onanistic method. I would produce the spasm in her by tickling her clitoris with a camelhair paint brush, as I had written to her already from Lamalou.
All these lascivious projects she adored to talk over. I made her beg my pardon for not having written to me, and forced her to stand before me when she was dressed, holding up her clothes, showing both a front and back view, alternatively.
Her great dream was for me to be with her in her own bed at Sonis. I was to take the train on Saturday night, August 27th, at nine o'clock, the servant going to bed at that hour. Her old grandmother was silly, and incapable of seeing or hearing anything. My love would meet me, and we would go for a walk in the dark, as there was never a soul about at night in those parts. And then she would slip me into the house-the dogs all knew me, and would not bark-and I could take the latest train back, after we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
I made her understand that although the newest way I had emitted with her between her thighs pleased me greatly, still I regretted her soft mouth.
“Rest a little,” she said, “and I will suck you.”
It was too late and I was exhausted. I did not tell her that I had passed the night with an expert Parisian matron. She recurred to the most infamous of kisses- feuille de rose — when her tongue had lovingly penetrated my anus, and confessed that she liked doing it.
I wanted to broach the question of meeting Lord Fontarcy and Clara, but could not summon up courage. I fancied it might be a hard nut to crack, and I determined to leave the difficult demand for another time.
There was also something else on the tip of my tongue, but it would not have been politic to mention it.
Her silence of a fortnight, followed by the change of date in her “monthlies,” and the ready and expert way in which she clipped my swollen shaft between her thighs, made me certain that Mr. Arvel had been playing with her before his departure. They had been reading The Horn Book together, and the incestuous Papa had clearly copied this artificial congress from the identical passage I had introduced into the text expressly for him and his daughter! Be that as it may, the coincidence was curious, and besides, this is a well-known form of pleasure with all those who wish to emit with children.
I had not taught her this style of sensuality. She had learnt it recently, and had been up to all kinds of tricks, thus bringing on her menstrual flux in advance of the usual date. Virgins in fair health are very regular, but all women who abuse any kind of sensual pleasure find that their derangement is just as likely to be before its proper date as after. Very often, women suffer agonies of fright, because they are behind their time; and fancying themselves pregnant, take strange drugs, while this tardiness is only due to overindulgence in the delights of Venus.
August 27, 1898.
It seems but as yesterday that I arrived at Sonis-sur-Marne that hot summer's night, and saw my “daughter” waiting for me with her dogs. How happy was I to stroll with her, talk soft nonsense, and pet and kiss her in the dark, while she returned my caresses with passionate enjoyment, and I reveled in the knowledge that an hour later I should be naked in bed with her.
The time passed rapidly, and we returned to the villa, when I stepped gingerly within the gate and trod gently on the grass, while Lily walked noisily on the gravel path to hide the possible noise of my footsteps. She went indoors, but in obedience to her orders, I slipped up the staircase, onto the balcony which ran round the house. She had purposely left one of the windows of the best bedroom open, and I went in and sat down by the side of the parental bed, now without sheets or blankets, and I threw my hat, overcoat, and whip-stick upon it. The latter article I had no occasion to use.