"Oh my!" Arabella gasped as she came out of the open patio doors. "No need to ask how you are feeling- you look positively wholesome!"
Claire blushed under the compliment and felt self-conscious that Arabella both knew of her sexual encounter and had seen her virtually naked.
"Thought you needed a little help in getting to grips with him," Arabella said knowingly and sat herself down. "Good?"
Claire couldn't contain herself.
"Brilliant! Absolutely marvelous! The best…"
"Fuck?"
"Yes that…"
"Say it!" Arabella demanded. "Say the word.
Claire hesitated.
"Fuck," she repeated softly and then almost shouted the word once more. "Fuck! The best fuck ever!"
Arabella laughed loudly at the enthusiasm that Claire held in her voice.
"Thanks," Claire offered more seriously.
"My pleasure," Arabella giggled. "And not just a little of yours either I think. Ready for lunch?"
Claire sighed heavily.
"Famished, I could eat a…"
"Cock perhaps?" Arabella quipped and raised her eyebrows mischievously.
Both women giggled loudly like the two schoolgirls they had once been. Arabella laughed longer though and then her tone became serious.
"Not for us my dear Claire, the servants always eat first."
"Oh – sorry," Claire stuttered in confusion.
Arabella smiled and clapped her hands. She shifted forward on her seat and parted her legs, lifting her skirt to show her naked thighs and pussy beneath.
Claire watched spellbound as the big black servant, naked and erect came out to kneel before Arabella. His head dipped down between her thighs and his tongue began lapping greedily at her pussy. So engrossed was she in the scene before her that it was a moment or two before she was aware of the blonde Paul standing before her.
"If madam would remove her jeans I will be able to serve her," he said politely.
At first Claire hadn't realised that he was addressing her and not Arabella. A powerful surge shot through her at the very thought. She stood slowly and unclipped her jeans to slide them and her panties down to the floor. Claire sat again as the blonde servant pulled her jeans over her boots, folded them neatly and laid them carefully aside.
Almost automatically she parted her knees, gasping loudly as his big hands rested tenderly on her upper thighs. Claire drew breath as his soft warm tongue licked at the swollen lip of her labia, first one and then the other in an exciting alternating pattern. She tensed, her hands gripping his powerful shoulder s as his tongue first probed at her soft inner lips and then pushed up inside her. Wild series of sensation tore through her, thrilling and exciting horny and so very, very pleasant.
Her hands moved to grip is hair, her hands pulling his head harder down onto her open pussy. She was panting hard, her mouth open in a silent pleading for release. The excited grunts and moans from Arabella spurred her on to grind her mons hard against his face.
Claire screamed in delight as he dragged his rough tongue over her hard clitoris in long cat-like strokes. So wonderfully powerful and so deeply satisfying. Harder she bucked against his face, a sadistic streak coming to the fore as she delighted in his mumbled discomfort. All that mattered to her was her own pleasure and she urged him frantically on toward her peak.
She screamed aloud, her body locking rigid and her thighs clamping tightly together around his head as she came.
There was a new sense of freedom about her, Claire sat as she had finished, naked from the waist down and her knees wide apart. No embarrassment did she feel only the warm sun on her upper thighs and pussy.
"Now it's our turn to eat," Arabella giggled.
"Which one?" Claire asked confidently. "Which of them fucked me earlier?"
"Ah!" Arabella teased. "Have to know do you? Tell you what, try them all over the weekend and then you tell me if you can which one of them it was."
Claire grinned and her clitoris jolted in reaction.
"Mmm! Sounds a most interesting puzzle to solve."
Over a huge ham salad and bottle of white wine the two friend's chatted non-stop about old times and the highlights of their times spent together at school. The subject changed eventually as Claire tried to steer the conversation back to the sexual arrangements at the manor.
"So how do you do it?" She probed. "You order the men around with such casual ease and never a word of dissent from any of them."
Arabella gave a sly grin.
"Because I am a good mistress to them. Why? Interested in learning?"
"Yes!" Claire blurted almost too readily. "Yes, yes I am."
Arabella stared deep into her eyes.
"It can be hard and painful," she warned. "You have seen nothing yet, simply – shall we say – the starters before the main course."
"My god!" Claire breathed. "You mean there is more?"
Arabella giggled.
"Much more," she paused for effect. "But pain and discipline come first as do humiliation and suffering."
"How do you mean?" Claire asked naively.
Arabella sat back, crossed her legs lazily and spoke with ease.
"Bondage, spanking and all manner of punishments to be administered to the men."
Claire sat wide-eyed trying to take-in what she was being told.
"But," Arabella continued. "You have to experience it all yourself first – otherwise how would you know what the men are experiencing and more to the point – what they are suffering."
Claire found herself nodding in agreement.
"Not sure about the kinky bits though, they don't sound very exciting to me."
"Before today, if I had asked you if being raped could be considered fun would you have agreed?"
A moment passed as Claire pondered the question.
"Point taken."
"It's the same with spanking and humiliation. Sounds not too nice at first but as you experience the thrill of command, the powerful pleasures of control and assertive training, the terrific orgasms that come with it all!"
Okay! Okay!" Claire calmed her friend. "I believe you – I'm convinced."
Arabella leaned forward across the table to tenderly hold Claire's hand.
"Such deep pleasures unknown," she breathed sensually. "All waiting to be discovered."
"Teach me," Claire breathed in response. "Teach me, Arabella, please."
"Could you take it I wonder. Would you serve and accept as part of the training all the pain and humiliation required?"
"Yes," Claire said hoarsely.
"I wonder," Arabella questioned softly.
Claire gripped tightly on Arabella's hand.
"I would be, am ready to accept it. I would serve, I would comply. Please Arabella I need it and want it. I have the taste and now I need more."
The lady sat back, a deliberate expression of uncertainty on her face.
"Let me think on it. I'll decide tomorrow."
Deflated, Claire nodded her reluctant acceptance and squeezed her thighs together secretly beneath the table.
The grounds were vast and only the areas immediately surrounding the house did they cover that afternoon and evening. The stable block and servants quarters in a huge annex at the back. The potting sheds and kitchen gardens behind the high walls, the neat and well-maintained gardens to the front and the densely wooded area to the side of the house. Claire warmed more to Arabella as they walked and talked freely. She felt comfortable in her presence, as though the woman was and always had been a close and valued friend.
No area was closed to her and not one of her questions went unanswered, Arabella was the perfect host and mistress of her domain. Claire enjoyed the afternoon tremendously as she did the evening meal. With two naked servants to ogle and a hearty steak to help feed her rising hunger Claire felt warm and relaxed as she pulled on her pyjamas and turned back the sheets.
A knock at the door halted Claire and Arabella entered smiling broadly. She stepped back as two of her male servants walked in and stood facing Claire's bed. Without instruction they bent forward and placed their hands on the bed.