Chapter 15
There are minor pleasures in life and there are major pleasures," Davina said to me that evening. Selina had not stayed as I had thought, and hoped. Even so, there was some compensation in merely sitting at leisure with my Mistress and imbibing all that she had to tell me.
"The female pleasures and those of the male act in fine counterpoint, yet it is one that must be regularly adjusted, Harry. You may even now think it strange that I command the ways of other females such as Gwen, for instance, and to a lesser but no less important extent, Selina. I mold them much as a potter molds clay. There is a perverse pleasure in bending another woman to my will and seeing whether the stronger or the weaker part of her character will emerge. I adore putting a young woman to the cock in order to overcome her false moral urgings. But you must not take it from this that you are in any way my accomplice. You are but an instrument-a penis-bearer. I care not whose proud penis is put to the pussy or bottom of a wriggling girl as long as she benefits therefrom.
"That is called hedonism, f believe, for I read about it in a book," I exclaimed eagerly.
"Why, yes, that is so, Harry, but such labels must not be confused with the real thing, for when it occurs no labels are needed. I have stirred you to pleasures you would never otherwise have known-have aroused in you desires to wear silks and satins. Has your manhood been diminished thereby?"
I shook my head. It seemed to me wondrous that it had not done so, but rather had increased my lecherous urgings.
"It does not work in reverse, you may notice," Davina continued. "The coarse garb of men is ill-suited to the feminine form, though by one exception a tallish and well-shaped girl looks enticing enough in tight britches, well rolled down beneath her bottom, and a loose unbuttoned shirt, preferably white. If the material of the trousers is of the tightest possible fit, then when rolled down, it so imprisons the thighs that the bottom is left in a position of helpless surrender. Such an attire would fit Harriet well, I imagine. What do you think?"
"Oh, but you whipped her badly," I murmured, surprised to find myself thus the defender of my sister from Davina's erotic wiles, though the spectacle had been perfectly delightful and I was quite ardent to view Harriet again in such flushed and charming disarray.
"Oh, pouf! Her bottom was scarcely stung, though it will be so if she does not accede to my will. Never can it be said, Harry, that I so mark a bottom that the evidence thereof shows but even half an hour later. Have you really a conscience in the matter?" Davina asked, turning to me and kissing me.
I grinned. I could not help myself, so hypocritical are we all in such matters.
"No," I said glibly, "for I merely wished to know what you would say. She cried not badly and might have got worse from Papa under the birch."
"Ah, yes, there is indeed a shame, Harry, for your Papa has never birched either, though many young girls in the county are given to having their drawers taken down for such diversions. The birch quickens the blood and makes the hips supple. By careful application it induces the most ardent sensations. I have used my mesmeric powers on several occasions in houses I have visited in order to ensure that such stimulation is not entirely lacking. Do you recall that I brought Gwen to consciousness for a moment when I first had them here?"
"Why, I do and I wondered at it," I exclaimed.
"There is no need for wonderment. It was merely to implant an idea in the silly young thing's head. She was bound to retain a certain memory of it which she could scarcely ascribe to a dream. Such has been my method occasionally of producing results without directly playing the role of Ringmistress. Let me but give you one example, and while I do so, you young rogue, you may sit at my feet and toy with me a little for I am in the mood for it."
My delight at this was profound, for in so speaking, Davina drew up her skirt and, displaying her beautiful stockinged legs to my gaze, parted her milky thighs and allowed my eyes to dwell upon her well-furred grotto. Kneeling before her, I immediately lavished adoring kisses on the plump skin above her stockings tops. An encouraging gesture of her hand drew my mouth upwards until my lips were able to forage blissfully amid the curls of her quim, there to find the pouting appeal of the lips, which by their moisture had obviously awaited my salute.
"Lick very slowly or you will bring me on too soon," Davina murmured, and shifted her well-fleshed bottom forward on the seat of the sofa so that her cunny came more fully to my mouth.
"What was I to tell you, Harry? Oh, yes. I was but nineteen at the time, though in full possession of my powers, which I was in much mischief to use. I was then acquainted with a young woman of some twenty-three years of age, named Cynthia, whom I thought to be exceedingly prim in her ways. Her mama and the priggish young man whom Cynthia had recently married were no better. I contrived therefore to visit them on an occasion when they were otherwise alone.
"Flattering all three no end, I placed each under my spell and brought them to stand side by side in their drawing room so that Cynthia's Mama, Hortense, was between her daughter and her son-in-law. Papa had already advised me of subtle tricks that might be employed in mesmerism and these I put to use. Causing Cynthia to turn a trifle towards me so that her back was partly to her Mama, I then brought her husband, Jack, to feel up the back of her mother's skirt. So well had I schooled Hortense that at this armorous assault-the like of which she had never known in public before-her eyes bulged and her cheeks took on a distinctly pinkish hue. Foraging in her drawers, Jack soon enough allowed his hand to roam around her voluminous cheeks, while I-scarcely able to contain my laughter-realized from the agitations of Hortense's hips that his fingers were at the very least inquiring most impolitely as to the tightness of her bottom-hole.
"Quite a burbling sound broke from her. Her legs stiffened and then drew apart a little. Pursing her lips, she uttered something of a whimper, which caused me to step behind the pair to see how well Jack was progressing. By loosing myself the ties of her drawers, I was able to let them fall to her ankles, wherewith I could see that Jack had her bottom well cupped with his middle digit nicely embedded in her rosette.
"Cynthia, who was totally blind to all this, continued talking to me in her silly simpering tone, I encouraging her to chatter on the while that I released Jack's prick and so settled his attire that it would remain stiffly in evidence. Hortense's hips meanwhile had begun to work back and forth as though she were both encouraging and yet trying to escape from the digital movements in her bottom, the like of which she had probably never experienced before. Her shoes ground into the carpet. Her tongue appeared to moisten her lips.
"Cynthia still prattling on as she was, though as to the empty air, I then commanded Hortense to turn her face towards Jack, to fondle his erection, and to place her tongue in his mouth while otherwise remaining un-moving. As to Jack, he was to fondle her quim at the front while continuing to work her bottom-. Do you wish me to go on, Harry?" Davina asked with a passionate catch in her voice.
"Oh, please do, for I love your wicked tales. Raise your legs and put them over my shoulders," I implored.
"Yes, dear. Get your tongue going well now, for I am dying to come. Oooh, that is nice! Ah! Oh, I must! Oh, there!"
With that, Davina clamped her swelling thighs tightly against my neck with her knees hooked over my shoulders and spurted her warm, trickling tribute in a fine salty rain over my tongue. Divine quivers shook her. Her bottom bounced a little and then she sighed and relaxed her legs while I continued to nuzzle into her musky nest.
"Where ... where ... where was I, Harry? Oh, yes ... Having got my duo in the most wanton of postures with an overjoyed Jack feeling his mother-in-law's plump cunny and all else, I then returned to face Cynthia and, while talking the utmost trivia with her, upped her skirt to her waist and briskly let her drawers fall. Like many prim young woman, Harry, Cynthia was possessed of a quite divine pair of legs-much like those of Harriet. Her cunny was well furred and her bottom of sufficient protrusion to invite any cock. In short, she was what any man of commerce might well term a wasted asset, or had been up to the time of my intervention.
"There being a suitable divan ranged alongside a further wall, I took Cynthia's wrist and led her to it, causing her to stumble not a little from the impediment of her drawers, which were then at her ankles. She-knowing naught of her true condition-was quite willing to be led about in this manner and, being seated on the divan lengthways, rested her back against a pile of cushions while I slipped her drawers off completely and bade her spread her legs well.
"Jack, you may imagine, was in quite a state by this time, as was Hortense. I examined them by walking around them, much as one might inspect the statues in your garden. Her bottom-hole was well eased by then and his forefinger was shunting back and forth up it as easily as was his other in her quim. Their knees buckled and their mouths worked, but I had advised him severely that he was not to squirt his tribute yet but wait until he was properly lodged.
"Would you not like to go and kiss your daughter, Hortense?" I inquired, "although it would be a naughty thing to do now, would it not?"
"At that, the erstwhile prim and proper dame who had now become a mature Venus released Jack's cock and ceased kissing him to gaze upon Cynthia who had her legs well spread and her knees drawn up so that her slit and part of her bottom were well displayed.
"'A very naughty thing to do indeed,' " sighed Hortense, who was merely of course following the lead of my words.
"'Then you must do such a naughty thing for you are going to do many such in future, Hortense. Go and kneel on the divan between her thighs and slip your tongue between her lips while Jack attends to you from the rear. Jack, you must take your fingers out for you are about to cork her properly," I declared, being so overjoyed with my success that I was almost in fits of laughter. Then, Harry, did my little tableau ensue-oh, yes, darling, lick me faster for I am coming again! In a trice the tongue of mother and daughter were engaged in such an amourous duel that they began feeling for each other's tits while Jack put all his energies into kneeling upon the divan in turn and fucking his mother-in-law from the rear.
"What an ardent smacking of her voluminous bottom to his belly sounded! What moist sounds and sighs came from the kisses of the two enlaced females, who I caused to have the most wicked of conversations, Cynthia asking her Mama if Jack was well up her and Hor-tense declaring with much panting that indeed he was and would be so frequently in the future.
"Then it was that I employed one of the devices Papa had taught me, for while all three were in the throes of passion, I prepared myself quickly for departure while advisimg them that at the very height of their orgasmic ecstasies, they were to come to their full senses and complete the bout.
"Unlocking then the door of the drawing room, I made my exit, though not without regret that I was not to be able to witness the denouement. H ... H ... Harry! Ah! I am spilling again, my love!"
Cupping Davina's bottom firmly-for I had never known her in such a mood-I accepted in quite a delirium the flooding her of renewed tribute into my mouth. Her hips juddered, her bottom squirmed, and I was all but smothered by the squashing of her cuntlips all over my face, which was oiled and salted by her liberal outpourings. Had I not been then so completely under her spell-despite the liberties she had afforded me-I would have dragged her to the floor and mounted her, for my cock was naturally at a high pitch of fervour.
This, however, was denied me, for no matter what her transports, Davina never relinquished the fullness of her senses. This, as I often realized, was the true basis of her power, though it seemed not to affect her final pleasures. Drawing me up, she kissed my smeared lips and fondled my cock, which I had long released in its quivering lust.
"It will be put to good use tomorrow, Harry-I want your balls full. Tonight I am having this naughty big thing of yours tightly wrapped in a leather sheath so that you may not toss yourself off. If you should manage to, I can assure you of the greatest whipping you have ever received. Do you understand?"
I replied dolefully that I did well enough, which-being said in such a sulky tone-caused her to laugh with delight and ask me whether I had enjoyed her tale. For reply I worked my prick longingly in the warm, loose grip of her palm and asked her whether there had not been a sequel to it.
"Oh, yes, Harry, there must always be a sequel to such entertainments, as I call them, for they are but a preparation for the futures of my chosen subjects, though I have been known to put a young lady to a previously unknown gentleman in a railway carriage and then leave them to it by hopping off at the next station. I only did that once, however, and it was very naughty of me," Davina said quaintly. "As to Cynthia, her Mama, and Jack, they could not have had notion but that they had somehow entered of their own accord into such a libertine exercise."
"But they must have wondered where you were!" I exclaimed naively while Davina patted my cock and made me stuff it back into my trousers.
"No, you silly, for under the mesmeric spell I commanded them to forget my visit in its entirety. A week later I renewed it, though as I say they did not recall the previous one and so I had full advantage of them. It became obvious to me by the little flashes of jealousy that showed themselves between Cynthia and her Mama, that Jack was now at them both. I confess-for I was then at an early age-that some conscience struck me on this, and so, placing Jack for a moment under my influence when we were alone together in the conservatory, I told him that he was to not poke Cynthia's Mama again but to devote his energies to her daughter."
This surprised me considerably, though I minded what Davina had told me about her own age at the time. Her philosophy, however, continued to confound me.
"But what of Harriet?" I asked. "For you allowed me to inspect her treasures almost as I wished and whipped her when my cock was up."
"Tut, tut, you are repeating yourself, Harry, and confusing yourself quite frightfully. Unlike Cynthia, your elder sister is untried. Moreover, that I have presented her to you-and you to her-is another matter. All is then kept within the circle, for are you not all my dearest friends, and would I present her so to a stranger? It is within the charmed bosom of the family, Harry, that I will first have her put to the cock, and thereafter she may venture beyond as she will. With Gwen it was quite another matter. She was not previously untried, as we are both aware, and hence could be guided to her fate by different routes."
"Where is Gwen now?" I asked, for I had fully expected her to stay within the household.
"Her Papa's mistress has her on hand for the nonce and it is at her house that Gwen will receive a fuller training. She will serve at small, select gatherings and I do not doubt will squeal a little still when put over a table by the more priapic guests. She will emerge the quieter and better for it, though, then I shall have her here as a handmaid. Her Papa will have pumped her several times by now, and I have no doubt that she is more acquiescent in that than she might otherwise have been. But come, my lad, for you must to bed and rest. Emily will be here tomorrow and I do not wish her disappointed."
"What?" I asked, for despite all that had been said I did not really envisage sweet Emily under Davina.
"Emily-yes," Davina laughed, accentuating my sister's name. "I have toyed with her a little already, Harry, and she has more to her than you think. She responds very prettily to my finger and is saucier than you can imagine. She is quite another matter from Harriet, and you must know that."
"Oh, you would not treat her, though, as you have done Gwen," I responded boldly, whereat Davina kissed me as we rose.
"You rogue, Harry, you would have had at her soon enough if you could, but purport to be shocked if it should happen under my tuition. Emily is not, of course, of the same mold as Gwen, nor would I stoop to making her a handmaid. I wish only to initiate her and then she will be free to make her own decisions. I doubt not that she will make them well and will receive all encouragement from me to do so. If anything, I shall be her confidante and mentor. You think of her as sweet and innocent, which indeed in many ways she is, but she is as willing to try the cock as any young girl I have known and has so confided in me. I will not have you rummaging her and pulling her about as I am perfectly well aware you would have done. All shall be to her satisfaction and in this, my dear, you will merely be an instrument of pleasure. Do not put on a moody look about this or I will have the maids spank you before you are put to bed."
With this remonstrance I was then sent upstairs, there to be undressed and put into a nightshirt by Elise and Monique as though I were a recalcitrant schoolboy. Getting my cock well up, Monique then bound my stiff penis most cruelly in a leather sheath and-for good measure, as she put it-tied my wrists together.
"You will play no games tonight, sir," she informed me, and then I was left to my bed and the darkness and all the wonderment of thoughts that ever crowded upon me under the influence of Davina.