well as she had expected it to, and perhaps a trifle better. Every scornful of those whom she considered the oafs of Society- whether poor or rich-Julia admired above all young women of high-tempered spirit such as she now knew Astrid to be. The girl would be a perfect treasure.
Upon reaching the foot of the stairs she was met by Amy, who now wore an expression of greater humbleness on her face, for while their mistress allowed them certain pleasures she could also be exceedingly strict.
'Lady Dunnit is here to see you, Ma'am'.
'Alone, Amy?'
'No, Ma'am, she has her nephew with her-the one who…'.
'That will do, Amy. You may bring in some wine', Julia interrupted, for she was aware that the maid was about to attempt some familiar reminiscing. Lady Dun-nit was an infrequent visitor, but the occasions that she spent with Julia were often memorable, as they were for her nephew, Anthony. He had attained now to the age of seventeen and was a slender youth with a somewhat girlish face and blond hair, which Julia had insisted must be allowed to grow. Not having seen him for over a month, she was pleased, upon entering the drawing room, to find that it now almost reached his shoulders and went rather fetchingly with the blue velvet suit he wore.
Lady Esmeralda Dunnit was a lady in her early forties, who led the local hunt with her husband. Despite her commanding looks and her fiery figure, she acceded to Julia in all matters. The two had been at boarding school together and knew each other's ways. Embracing fondly, they kissed, pecking and cooing at one another's lips while Anthony sat silent and not a little fearful in the presence of their hostess.
'He looks a trifle pale. Have you been over-milking him?', Julia asked distantly while taking good care not to look at Anthony directly.
'Why, no', simpered Esmeralda. 'There has been very little opportunity for it. His mama is too often about and keeps a most careful eye on him'.
'Oh, tush! You should have brought her to rein long ago with as much ease as you do your horses, Esmeralda. It would appear that I shall have to intervene in that. You have been lost for pleasure then, I suppose?'.
A perfect shyness then appeared to come over her lady visitor, who had the grace to blush a little. Julia knew her well enough, however, not to pursue the matter too vocally and merely whispered something in her ear which caused Esmeralda to tremble inwardly with pleasure. At this moment, Marie entered with the wine, which, being a good Chateau neuf du Pape, afforded Lady Dunnit the sense of headiness she preferred to enjoy at such moments in Julia's presence. On purpose, nothing whatever was said to her nephew, who was but given a glass of milk while the two ladies sat and chatted as two might do in any English drawing room. After his second glass, however, Julia saw fit to take action. Summoning Marie again with a small hand bell, she nodded to Esmeralda, who, with excitement pulsing in her veins, rose and followed the maid out.
Esmeralda knew well enough where she was to go and having ascended to the second floor-unknowingly skirting the very door behind which Astrid lay-entered a room that was most curiously furnished. The walls on three sides were covered in rucked velvet drapes of dark blue, which completely concealed the windows, thus making it necessary to have lamps continually burning within. Upon the other wall, which was painted smoothly in cream, hung an assortment of whips, crops, leather paddles, and other devices that included chains, cuffs, and elaborate leather gags, some of which caused a ball to be held in the mouth of such miscreants as must be kept silent. Along one wall was a huge divan whose velvet surface offered comfort and ease. This, however, was not to be forthcoming until one had suffered certain torments, as Esmeralda well knew. The principal object of her attention was a whipping horse that stood in the centre of the room. Its bulk, supported upon four stout legs, resembled a huge bolster, covered in leather and cylindrical in shape. Its length was almost five feet and its diameter two feet. By a cunning mechanical device, the legs were adjustable in height and could be wound up or down at will. To one side of this apparatus was a more simple but stoutly built wooden trestle that but for its padded top might have been taken for a sawing horse, its triangular legs fastened securely to the floor.
'Madam will remove her dress', Marie said. She had dealt with Lady Dunnit before and knew something of her tastes and whims. Like many fine ladies whose exotic and lewd ideas could not be fulfilled in their own domestic surroundings, Esmeralda sought the assistance and encouragement of one as knowing as Julia, who, being as wealthy as herself, required no fees for her attendances, as she was pleased to call them. Having stripped the voluptuous dame of her dress, Marie next removed Tier petticoat and her knickers, which she drew carefully off over the tight-laced boots that Lady Dunnit wore. That left her attired in black, patterned stockings and a small corset, which left nothing of her monumental bottom and breasts concealed.
Stepping back, Marie surveyed the wondrous half-moons, which gleamed pale and full, nobly supported as they were on her stout thighs.
'You may turn, Madam', she said, whereat Esmeralda did so, displaying her fine black bush of thick curls beneath a swelling belly.
'You may lick me, Marie',
The words came softly and pleadingly in a tone that the noble dame would never otherwise have used to a servant. Here, however, she had knowingly entered a different realm, one in which she could play a submissive or supplicating role in order to appease her amorous desires. Her legs quivered visibly as the maid knelt and first sniffed appreciatively under Esmeralda's quim.
'How nice you smell, Madam. Have you received a cock here lately?'.
'No, my dear, for my husband is lax in his attentions. Put out your tongue now, I beg you, and slip it up between the lips. Ah! How delicious! A little farther in. Now twirl it around! Oh, what a good girl you are. Yes, press your lips up close. Ah, you make me tremble!'.
'My mistress will see to you properly in but a moment, Madam. Tom may be put to you also, if you wish, though that is not of course for me to say. Ah, Madam, you are coming! What a lovely spurting! The very thought of their cocks makes your juices flow, does it not', spluttered Marie, whose tongue continued to work steadily within and about the rolled lips of Lady Dunnit's cunt the while that her mouth and the tip of her nose became oiled with the damsel's effusions.
'Oh, my dear girl, do it more!'.
Esmeralda's legs stiffened and widened, her head falling back and her fingers coursing about her thick, brown nipples, which stood out upon her gelatinous gourds as she awaited the second coming of pleasure which seemed to set her belly and cunt on fire.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Anthony had, under Julia's command, removed all save his shirt and the batiste knickers, which she had been pleased to find he was wearing under his trousers. His limbs were strong but slender, the skin shaven everywhere and as smooth as a girl's.
'They are your elder sister's, I trust', Julia said, while making him stand to attention.
'Yes, Madam'.
'Expose your prick to me, you wretch, when I address you thus! Does she not make you get it out?'.
'Yes, Madam', Anthony trembled. He fumbled in the knickers which, being slit at the front as well as the rear, permitted him to work his penis out, where it lolled in a half-erect state, his balls remaining hid. The very presence of all females awed him. Those over twenty years of age seemed as veritable goddesses to him. He was as helpless in their hands as he now was with Julia. As she moved about him, much as one might examine a young stallion, he could glimpse through the gap in her gown the legs of her drawers and the luscious rims of her white thighs above her stocking tops. His jaw sagged and a squeal of surprise came from him as with one hand Julia wrenched his head back by taking hold of his hair and with the other cupped his balls tightly through the drawers.
'You are of service to her, Anthony?', she asked coldly, maintaining both her grips.
Anthony gulped and tried to nod. He dare not tell anyone the awful things that his sister, Maude, did to him. She was six years his senior and had been well-tutored by Julia, though he knew it not. Sometimes she would steal into his room at night while he slept and, drawing up his nightshirt to his armpits, bind him tightly from shoulders to knees while he lay in trembling dismay. Never speaking, Maude would then straddle his prone figure and raise her own nightdress to just above her hips. In the gloom he would see the whites of her thighs and the dark, mysterious triangle of hair about her plump mount. The bed would creak slightly as his sister settled her knees firmly, her cunt poised above his cock. Anthony always feared that the sound might arouse his parents, but no one ever came. Maude's hips were wide, and her tits-which he had never yet seen-were heavy. A musky perfume would come from between her thighs, making his prick stiffen rapidly.
Maude would never touch him until she deemed him stiff enough for his task, but would remain immobile, gazing down upon him. Anthony always tried to suppress the moan of pleasure that rose instinctively to his lips as
