Chapter 7
Unknowingly I was now about to learn the full extent of Davina's "mischiefs," as she was pleased to call them. Fully expecting that I might now take a turn to satisfy her after the lubricious scenes that had been witnessed, I was of course disappointed.
"Now, my dear, I mean to satisfy you in due course, but I want your cock to do a little more work first," she murmured, having allowed me to bestow a yearning kiss upon her lips.
"How, then, for you have but to command me," I declared, feeling all about her glorious bottom and hips, which were yet shielded by her dress, which she would not allow me to raise an inch.
"That I can easily do, Harry, by virtue of my mesmeric powers, yet would it not be far more fun if you were to obey me in every respect without them? Do not speak, for you are yet hesitant, despite all your apparent boldness. You fear to cast yourself completely at my mercy. I can see it in your eyes. Do you think I shall do terrible things to you? Nay, Harry, I shall do lovely things to you such as shall make your senses swirl. I am a willful woman, my dear, and intend to have things my way. You have not yet seen me in a hard mood, though I doubt not that you will. No, do not touch me!" she interjected sharply as I dared to insinuate my hand under her bottom further. Moving away, she sat and cupped her face in her hands, gazing at me almost morosely.
"What I told you, Harry, about my own initiation was not said to excite your senses. It was but the beginning of the story. Papa's passion for me was real-so real, indeed, that he determined that I should never go under to man or woman in my life. My training therefore was ofttimes hard. In order to succeed I was required to pass through fire and subjected to all that I would myself later impose on others. I am as steel within, though as velvet without.
"Those who submit to me may eventually become conquerors of others themselves. Such a game as you have witnessed and participated within this evening was but a diversion to entertain you, and that is precisely why I did not carry it further. But really, such people are of no account, though there may be some unsuspected mettle in Louella that is worth bringing out. As there is in Harriet," Davina added slyly.
"You have met my sister?" I enquired with some astonishment.
"Let us but say that she is aware of my presence, as your mama is. The two are of quite different stuff, though you know it not. In secret your dear mama is a voluptuary, and I hold that not against her. Such attractive women are useful for they bring others to the fold, though they may not suspect that they do. Harriet is a little more like myself, though she needs to be turned."
"Turned?" I inquired.
"Yes, to such as shall be her fate, for otherwise she will sink into some dull domesticity. The process, should I decide it to occur, will be similar to that through which I passed. She will be put to the males and to the tigresses among my females-of whom Selina is one," Davina said slyly, never ceasing to amaze me with such remarks. "What do you know of her, Harry?"
Her gaze upon me was such that I felt myself trembling, wondering whether I would fall now under her mesmeric spell. In this thought my naivete told. Davina had no longer any need to use such a device on me. Raising one hand as she did now so quickly, I started back, making her laugh.
"How weak you are in some respects, though thinking yourself so virile," she all but jeered. "Come-kneel before me-look-you may look at me!"
Thus saying, as I fell to my knees, Davina sat back, drawing her feet up so that the heels of her shoes dug into the edge of the divan, and raised her skirt. Then at last I saw the full glory of her sweetly curving legs, her full-fleshed thighs banded by the sheerest of black silk stockings which made such an erotic contrast against the dazzling white of her skin. Parted, her thighs betrayed that she wore no drawers, and there I knelt, my gaze transfixed upon the two perfectly formed lips that formed the entrance to her grotto. The hairs about them were thickly clustered, luxuriant and crisp. Beneath, the chasm that divided her arrogant bottom cheeks offered as yet but little of its secrets to my view.
"Lick!" she commanded, "lick, good doggy, and tell me the secrets of Selina."
Ah, what a subtle mixture of perfumes engaged my nostrils as I burrowed in! Indescribable as they finally are, there merged muskiness, scent, and a vague but heady tanginess to form that odor di feminina, which comprises the most powerful cock-stiffener I know. Gurgling my pleasure as her fleshy, silk-smooth thighs engaged the sides of my head and pressed against my ears, I licked as delicately as I could around and between the rolled lips of her shell, which made her bottom cheeks urge back and forth in so sensuous a manner that most foolishly I thought I had engaged her lust. In another moment, however, her knees banged against my ears, making me yelp.
"Tell!" she spat, and I, knowing that she already somehow knew the secrets of what had passed in Mama's bedroom, spluttered out all, while furtively licking her delicious salty-musky taste from my lips.
At each sentence she nodded, bidding me not to leave out a single detail. Then, giving my shoulder such a push as made me rock back on my heels, she stood up, fastidiously smoothing down her skirt. Half impatiently, half tenderly, she told me to rise, saying that Selina was quite a pet of hers and that I should best know it.
"What your dear Mama and Papa did not know was that the party was here," Davina informed me. "I must tell you, Harry, that Selina has near the most perfect form ever offered up to a cock-or to the luring tongue of a woman. I caused her to be whipped first, for she was petulant and in a mood of refusal. Elise and Mo-nique held her over the selfsame table where I briefly applied the birth to Gwen. In Selina's case, her ardent bottom met the hissing of the thongs of a little whip that I keep for such occasions. Defiant still as she was-and how beautiful she can look as a tigress!-I gave her first to several attractive women I had mesmerised, and then to the men."
"To her brother also-was that true?" I asked, my tone humbler and more accommodating than before. A husky laugh came to me.
"Selina is of warm-blooded stock and is well accustomed to receiving the pestle there. Her bum-cheeks are superbly elastic, closing upon the doughtiest of cocks. I have known her since her true beginnings, you see, Harry, when she was but fifteen, her beautiful eyes liquid and loving, her breasts then already well developed, and her cunny and bottom-hole ready to receive their injections, though she knew it not or, if she did, concealed the fact from all save myself.
"I gave her first to Papa. She was one of my gifts to him for his tutelage. She knew not who he was, for, having spanked her first, I then blindfolded her and carried her sobbing into him. The little wildcat, how she fought, and would have scratched had I not held her while he entered his cock into her furrow and then began to work her slowly. Within seconds all resistance ceased and she was as a dove beneath him, ardent for the powerful throbbings of his sperm that I had promised her. Pulpy as her cunny was with his spendings, she then melted under my own kisses and caresses. Between us we stripped her to her stockings. A divine little figure she had! Papa lusted for her bottom, but I denied him it, though tickling her there with a feather when he mounted her again, pumping her as profusely as the first time. Coming as she also did, even at that age, her thighs literally shimmered with their combined comings.
"Frequently since then, Harry, I have smacked or whipped her bottom, promising what she would get if she did not become completely subservient to me. She listened not-ever mercurial as she is. Thus did I put her to her brother, Torrio, whose name fits him well for he is furnished like a bull and did superb service in her bottom. He has long lusted to, though being under my command had never before obtained that privilege. Your Mama and Papa-believing to have seduced her-were in fact seduced themselves. I have placed such thoughts in their minds as they will ne'er forget. In respect of your darling mama, it shall be to your good, Harry," Davina said solemnly.
There were so many questions to be asked then that I knew not where to begin. Finally I asked, "Am I then, too, like Torrio, under your command?"
"Do you now think otherwise?" she laughed. I shook my head. My defeat was complete and yet within it I knew my victories already to be entire. Such in fact was Davina's own philosophy. "I lead you to the very edge of the precipice, which you might otherwise never approach. All that I ask is that you kiss me before you jump," she would often say.
"Let me not patronise you, Harry, for there are times when I shall permit you to mount me and will be utterly submissive ... perhaps," Davina said with a twinkle. "But now we must prepare you for bed."
At this I jumped and hastily consulted my watch, becoming aware-as I said-that I must depart at any moment. This remark, however, Davina completely ignored and clapped her hands. The door opened then to admit both Elise and Monique, who were clad in flowing white robes of a semitransparent material such as Greek maidens might wear. Their naked, sinuous forms showed themselves to me clearly where the light struck through, at one moment illumining their hips and bottoms and at the next the pale pinky orbs of their breasts.
"He will be bathed now," Davina said simply to them.
At that I made to step back, unaware that Monique had moved behind me and was about to prevent such escape as I but halfheartedly attempted to make. Gripping the hair at the back of my head, she yanked upon me, making me yelp like a schoolboy, my knees bending so that I never felt so foolishly helpless.
"Enough! He will do as I say," Davina laughed. "Take him upstairs."
All protestations that I was due to return home would, I knew, be useless-and in any event Davina knew roughly the hour at which I had planned to depart. Sharp nails dug into my buttocks through my trousers as I turned, and those, I realized, belonged to Elise. Biting back a cry and feeling thoroughly humiliated by two girls with whom I would not in any event possibly fight, I allowed myself to be bundled upstairs and to a bathroom where water already steamed lazily.
What followed would have been to many-nay, almost all the male population of the civilised world-a dream come true. First stripping me, the divine pair then doffed their filmy garments so that, as they said, they would not get wet. Naked, they appeared as twins, neither conceding to the other anything in terms of sinuous curves, their pubic mounds fluffy and dark and trimmed to neat triangles.
In all other circumstances I would have set immediately to fondling them with a view to fucking both, though something in me warned that if I tried, the pair of them would in some way make a fool of me. Thus I allowed myself to be nudged into the bath, there to be bathed like a veritable emperor with the crest of my aroused penis bobbing up out of the water-this much amusing the girls, who set to tickling it occasionally, though saying nothing.
The water had been perfumed, the aroma clinging to my body as I was made to dry myself, Elise and Monique saying with pretended coyness that they could not handle me so with my cock up like a ramrod. Only Monique nearly weakened for a moment and said in French to her sister-as I believed Elise was-that she would love to have a taste of it.
"Oh, no, Madame would whip you, and me too," replied Elise warningly, which was just as well for them since Davina then entered the bathroom and gazed with approval upon my stiff condition.
"Take his clothes, Elise, and bring a nightdress," she commanded-I believing this to be a slip of the tongue for "nightgown," in which I was much mistaken, for while I continued to stand half arrogant with my erection and yet half forlorn, the maid returned bearing a filmy garment over her arm. Of white tulle and as translucent as were their Grecian robes, it was decorated with pink ribbons and might well have been one such as Emily or Harriet wore. My expression showed it for Davina gave an understanding smile and without more ado slipped it over my head while I stood totally uncomprehending. In smoothing it down as she did, my hard prick juddered against her palm, though she gave no outward sign of contacting my member, which made the flimsy material peak out in front.
"Really, Harry, you must grow your hair longer so that we may tie it with a ribbon," she said, as though this were the most natural thing in the world for me to be attired as a girl. The sensation of wearing such a garment was extremely strange and yet not displeasing, which much surprised me, for it floated about me like a gentle cloud.
"Now, girls, take him to bed and milk him-he will sleep all the better for it," I heard. Another mischievous pinch on my buttocks from Monique as I was urged out, then led along the corridor to a boudoir that was in all respects utterly feminine and with a large double bed.
"Down with you or you will be whipped," Elise said in a practical voice, giving me a push so that I landed on the bed with a gasp, the hem of the nightdress flying up to reveal again my eager stalk and balls.
"The naughty girl is showing it to us again," Monique laughed and then more sternly added, "Full on the bed with you, legs together, or it will be madame who sees to you!"
I obeyed, as one in a dream, conscious of my scented form and the strangeness of the whole matter. Absent and unseen as Davina was in those moments, I yet yielded to her silent commands that seemed to waft about my ears. The girls were naked still and looked fair fit to be mounted. I trembled with desire, waiting, and then jerked my loins in sweet anticipation as Elise, bending over me, coiled the nightdress up about my waist, her tits pendant and the nipples all but touching" my thighs as they dangled like ripe fruits.
Waiting for this simple operation to be concluded, Monique then moved, or I should say sprang upon me, facing my feet with her legs on either side of my shoulders. In another second her glorious naked rump squashed itself down fully over my face. What a sensation! The tip of my nose was forced up between the cheeks of her bottom while her quim rubbed itself hair-ily around my mouth, the lips rolling deliciously upon my own, moist and alluring.
I gulped, gasped for breath, hearing their soft laughter. With her rounded knees digging tightly into my shoulders, I was made immobile.
"It is your turn to suck-he has such a nice one," I heard Monique say. Then the most heavenly sensation enfolded me as two pouting lips slid down upon my knob and pursed themselves about it for a long, warm moment before withdrawing.
"Hold him well, he must not move," Elise's voice came to me. My toes strained down then at the second contact of her mouth, which now, opened like a rose, slid down my stalk and absorbed almost three quarters of it until my knob seemed to touch the back of her throat. Monique then gave a little wriggle and settled even more firmly upon me, causing me to gasp for air.
"Still!" she commanded, feeling me stir under her.
At that Elise-invisible as she was-began drawing her lips up and down my tool, pursing them more tightly and at every in-stroke swirling her tongue around my knob, which caused me to jerk in a sweet agony of desire despite the admonition I had received. Thereat Monique began to bump her bottom gently up and down on my face, lifting it but an inch or two each time, which at least allowed me to suck in air.
The throbbing of my cock increased, though this Elise seemed to take as a warning sign, for she withdrew her lovely mouth completely from moment to moment, affording me the most exquisite pleasure when again its warm wet cavern gobbled up my stalk. Grunting and moaning as I was, with my nose sometimes being painfully bumped by Moniques tight bottom, I endeavoured to still all movement so as merely to swim in the pleasure that I was being accorded. The breath hissed through my nostrils, causing Monique to giggle and writhe her hips as its warm outpouring assailed her bottom-hole.
Ringing my cock over halfway down in her fingers, Elise began rubbing me suavely while sucking more strongly upon the plum of my knob. I gasped anew, clutched at the tops of Monique's silky thighs and with a great straining of my back expelled the arrogant jetting of my juice full within that adorable mouth, which ceased not to draw upon it until the last pearly essence had flooded her tongue. A murmur of satisfaction came from her then, as at last she left my glistening tool momentarily depleted, though not losing its proud stand just yet.
"He comes a lot-he will be a good one," Elise remarked.
In a trice Monique was off me, and I, in a temporarily weakened state, was bundled by the pair between the sheets, the top one being drawn up to my neck. Flitting quickly about the room, Monique then extinguished the lamps so that the room was cast in a total and mysterious darkness, while I lay wrapped as if in a cocoon.
"Let me," I heard Monique say and then came the sound of kissing and of fervent sighs. "How nice it tastes," Monique murmured. "He can service us both occasionally, madame has said. Come now, will it not be nice in bed together after that?"
Then they were gone, gone as silently as wraiths. I heard the door close and the click of a lock. I was alone, a prisoner. My cock exuded a last pearl of come that dripped on to the soft material of the nightdress between my thighs. My head swam. I thought of Mama perhaps turning and tossing in her bed, awaiting my return. I thought of the house dark and of the bedrooms equally so and of how out-thrust the bottoms of Emily and Harriet might be in their sleep, the warm cheeks perhaps half unveiled. I was lost and yet saved. I had entered a new realm. In but a few moments I slept.