Chapter 4

Fate now took the most decisive hand in my life. The delicious episode between Mama and myself faded into the background-a slate wiped clean, as it were. Not a glance between us in the weeks that followed betrayed what had passed, though it forever burned in my mind. I had been, as it were, admonished, conquered, and pleasured all at once by her adorable, coaxing hand. Whether she had finally done it to pleasure me or subdue me, I knew not, though I thought of little else for a long time and unclothed her frequently with my eyes.

It was on such a day in fact as our strange and wonderful embraces had occurred that I encountered in riding the very lady whom I had seen in conversation with my mother at the inn. We approached one another from different directions, I making to pass her with a nod, but she reining in so that my way was in part blocked.

"Do you not wish a lady good day at the very least?" she asked me. There was a slight asperity in her tone and yet a quite bewitching smile flirted upon her lips.

"Forgive me," I stammered and found myself blushing a little, "but since we are not acquainted...."

"Oh, but that is not so," she interrupted. "You are Harry, are you not, and your delightful Mama is called Charlotte-a name which suits her well, I think."

"Why, forgive me, but I had no idea that you knew my name nor would ever recognise me," I replied.

At that, seeming to take little note of what I said but letting her piercing eyes remain on mine for a moment, she stirred on her saddle as if with impatience and said rather abruptly, "You may follow me."

Quite confounded at this, I yet obeyed, turning my steed awkwardly while she moved on ahead and broke into a canter, riding not sidesaddle as ladies are wont to do but astride her horse in a manner that society would have thought thoroughly unbecoming and indecent. Rising and falling on the saddle as it did, the allure of her bottom caused my prick to stiffen uncomfortably and rub against my britches. A full two miles she led across meadows, at one time jumping a low fence with such ease that I had no recourse but to follow. Then came in sight her house, which was one of which I had taken little note in the past.

Observing none of the normal courtesies on our arrival, she alighted as a yard girl-I can call her no other-came forward to take our mounts. Of rustic mien, the girl was decidedly pretty and slender with a fine turn of ankles and attired in a light gray dress striped vertically in black, with a small black apron at her waist.

Disregarding me completely, she led the horses away while Davina ran lightly up the stone steps and within the hall through the already open door. There I saw standing another girl, who might well have been the sister of the first and was attired in the same way, which I found curious, for servants' wear was ever formal in white and black or black and grey.

"There is nothing to report, madame," said this wench, giving a small curtsy.

Davina nodded and led me onward to a drawing room of spacious aspect, which contained several sumptuous ottomans bestrewn with cushions. Upon the carpet were two tiger skins, intact to the heads and teeth.

"You will have a drink," my hostess said, not asking but stating the fact. I expected her then to pull a bell-cord for a servant, but instead she merely peeled off her hat, jacket, and gloves and let down her hair so quickly that it was like watching a piece of legerdemain. Soft and full, it flowed upon her shoulders, giving her an even more youthful aspect.

As she seated herself in an armchair opposite my own, so entered then the maid I had seen in the hall, bearing on a silver salver a bottle of rare old port wine and two tall glasses.

"This is one of your favourites, I believe," Davina murmured as the ruby liquid was poured.

The remark bowled me over, for it brought back now but one association, and that upon the sward with Mama. I blushed fiercely in fact and endeavoured to hide my countenance. That Davina had chanced to say such a thing could be nothing but a remarkable coincidence, I told myself, for wild horses would not then have dragged the secret from me, nor most certainly from Mama. Such things then were in the realm of the untold. Raising my head as the maid stole out as if on castors, I encountered the most beguiling smile from my hostess whose eyes bewitched me as no others have ever done and whose complexion seemed illumined in its very smoothness and purity.

"Drink and then remove your clothes," she said to me quietly. "If you do not, I shall make you."

"M ... M ... Madame?" I stuttered, unable to believe that I had heard her right.

"A soothing drink, but heavy, do you not think?" came her reply, in which I sensed some unheard laughter.

I sat indeed as one frozen, raising the glass now and then mechanically to my lips-it being to my mind impossible that she could have uttered what I thought I had heard. I knew not what to say nor scarce even how to compose myself.

"Do you always drink so slowly?" she asked, rising. Her own glass was empty. As if caught out in some social misdemeanour, I hastily swallowed what was left and stood up politely as I did so. Approaching me then slowly across the few yards that separated us, Davina stood but inches from me until I could almost feel the heavy rising and falling of her breasts, whose roundness and firmness her blouse ill concealed or, better put, made a bold display of.

I stammered some reply, feeling less like one emerging into manhood than a schoolboy under her gaze.

"Does your cock tingle yet, Harry?" I heard her ask. "For it shall be as naught to the pleasures I mean it to obtain. Show it to me-and your balls. I believe them to be of good fulness."

Saying this, she extended her right hand slowly forward, making such an imperious gesture with it just beneath my gaze that while I started nervously I yet shifted sufficiently to let her fingers pass under my crotch, where-feeling my balls through the cloth of my britches-she let them hang on her palm for a moment.

I stood then as rigid as my prick had already become, my tongue cloven to the roof of my mouth.

"Port makes the belly stir and inflames the senses, does it not, Harry?" she asked softly, drawing a gasp from my throat as, holding me still, she commenced unbuttoning my fly with her left hand. My stalk being already at full stance, she had no difficulty in withdrawing it, thrusting back the cambric of my shirt as she did so and leaving me thoroughly exposed. "Well, indeed, a young donkey we have here," she laughed softly.

I then became aware of a curious blurring of her right hand, which, relinquishing my balls, appeared to wave gently like a frond before my eyes. What possessed me then I knew not, for I seemed to be conscious and yet not. The room was perfectly clear to me and yet seemed unreal, though it had as much solidity as when I had entered it. That I was unable to move a muscle was obvious to me, and yet I felt curiously relaxed withal and cared not a jot for my strange condition.

Aware that Davina had stepped away from me, leaving my rigid cock quivering, I saw her clap her hands lightly, whereupon the door immediately opened and the maid I had seen in the hallway entered and approached us.

"A fair size, do you not think, Elise?" Davina asked her while the girl stood surveying my state.

"Excellent, Madame, yes," the girl answered without a blush while I, totally conscious of her presence, could but stand as I did.

"You would like it Elise?" Davina asked with a silvery laugh and then whispered something in the girl's ear which caused her to titter and nod.

Turning about, the girl then laid herself over the back of an armchair so that only the lower half of her body was visible to me. Then in my unmoving state-for it was as if I had no will to move nor the strength to do so-I watched Davina move to her and gravely draw up Elise's skirt until it was wreathed nearly about her waist.

Ah, what a vista then presented itself to me! Clad as she was in black stockings and neat black shoes, the maid's legs were a dream of slender elegance, rising up to the creamy columns of her thighs, which supported the splendid, naked orb of her bottom, its pale deep cleft betraying a slightly gingery hue.

Returning to me slowly and in stately fashion, Davina then took my stiff prick delicately between thumb and forefinger, saying, "Come!"

I could do no other, completely beneath her spell as I was and seemingly having relinquished all thoughts and desires save those she imposed upon me. My legs, however, tremored not a little as-hearing my approach-Elise lewdly parted her elegant legs and in so doing displayed beneath her pretty derriere the coy fig of her slit, which nested amid a froth of brown curls.

"You must be taught first to fuck, Harry. The entering of your prick must be slow and imposing. You will lodge it to the full and let her feel the throbbing thereof. Withdrawing slowly, you will then let the noble crest hover for a brief moment at the entrance to her cunny before you piston it within again. Each stroke should be measured and full, neither feeble and inquiring nor over-strong and battering. This is your first lesson, for you will have much to learn. I shall forgive you a little for such impetuousness as you may show during your first act of copulation, but none thereafter. I intend to count each stroke of your cock. You will come not until you hear the count of thirty-then you will lose your sperm, and be sure when you do so that your prick is full up her for I desire my females to be pleasured. Slowly, now!"

A guttural sob sounded from my throat as with these words Davina caused my swollen knob to slip upwards between the oily lips of Elise's little cavern. How delicately she squeezed upon it and yet impeded not its passage as inch by inch it eased within, while Davina-cupping my balls from behind by passing her hand under my buttocks-held me back from any impetuous thrusts. Screwing up my eyes with the exquisite sensations that made themselves known throughout my being, I felt myself in but a few seconds lodged firm within, as if inside a sheath of warm, oiled silk that yet possessed the most coaxing of muscles.

Relinquishing her warning grip upon my testicles, Davina then stepped back the while that Elise artfully squirmed the butterball of her luscious bottom against my belly. I felt my jaw sag with pleasure, though Davina apprised me afterwards that I kept my countenance well and had but a glow on my features.

"One!" I heard Davina declare and drew out my knob as she spoke, feeling as I did so the exquisite peach-like moisture and clinging of Elise's cunt until-as instructed-I hovered upon the brink of those pouting lips and literally snorted as I was permitted to effect reentry.

Each stroke was then a repetition of the first, every muscle and nerve of my body enjoying the sweetness of it and the gentle bouncing of those warm bottom cheeks to my belly, which caused me time and again almost to come. At twenty-eight and twenty-nine I had all but spent. Then-even in uttering the last command-Davina intruded between us. She bent her head and with one arm drew my mouth down upon her own, intruding her long wet tongue into my mouth while with her free hand she fumbled about the furry mound of Elise's pubis, for I could feel the movement there.

Immediately two sounds occurred-my own represented by moans of joyous bliss as at last I released my spermatic torrent into the hungry little maw which enclosed my cock and seemed to suck upon it, drawing forth jet after jet. As for Elise, she uttered a shrill little cry of "Oh, madame!" her legs trembling and then stiffening back against my own while her hot bottom ground into me demandingly, making me almost magically produce further long squirts.

I could hear too my own breath shuddering out and feel my knees weakening. A veritable mist passed before my eyes. My cock pulsed madly, ejecting little pellets of serm such as follow the first effusions. A rapturous warmth spread through me and a delicious itching and tingling invaded my cock until all was done, although I remained ensconced.

Gently then Davina disengaged us, first by drawing me back and then by giving Elise a playful little smack on her bottom, which caused her to laugh merrily and, rising, thrust her skirt down.

"He filled me-it trickles down my legs," she declared, though making no attempt to wipe herself and evidently enjoying the sensation by the way she screwed up her nose.

"As well he should at his age, and for many to come. He will need a fair amount of exercising," declared Davina, though she spoke thoughtfully as if to herself and watched my cock to see how soon it might grow pendant. That it remained upstanding, glistening with sperm and with the dew of Elise's offerings, fairly pleased her as I could see by her expression.

Swirling her skirt quite saucily, Elise then departed and closed the door so that I was again alone with Davina, who, first nodding to herself as if in recollection of something of which I knew nothing, again passed her hand across my eyes.

Without any sensation of startlement, I came to myself and felt but vaguely surprised that I was displaying my well-soaked cock to her. All seemed most natural to me and evidently so showed in my eyes, for with a slight smile she sat down and bade me quietly cover myself, which I did not without difficulty for my prick was springy and would not be subdued.

"Now we shall have more port and we shall talk, Harry. Do you know what happened to you?" she asked.

I cut off such foolish words as immediately crowded into my head, for I knew better than to say merely that I had fucked Elise. I had done so under a magical spell, being my own master within myself and yet not master of my fate.

"It is unfair to ask," Davina continued, giving me an understanding look, "therefore you must know, Harry, that I placed you under a magnetic spell, or as it is otherwise known, the power of mesmerism. Thereby I can make you do whatever I want, except that which you do not want. I could not make you injure someone were it not your desire to do so, and indeed would not attempt it, yet I can fulfill your desires and those of others, though such may lurk beneath the surface and otherwise never see the light of day."

Her gaze being so understanding upon me, I absorbed her words as best I could, though still a little befuddled. While she sat cross-legged and drinking, I ventured to ask where and how she had learned such powers. The question seemed for a moment to give her pause.

"Many have asked me this, Harry, but I have told no one. I divulge it to you only because despite the gap in our years I know us to be kindred spirits. Moreover, should I wish to, I can expunge the memory of what I shall tell you from your mind by mesmerising you again. Indeed, I could erase all the events of this day from your mind," Davina told me to my awed astonishment, though I believed her now utterly.

Our glasses emptied slowly as she spoke and I will next recount her tale exactly as she told it, without pause or interruption from myself. In truth there were none for I let all her words flow over me.