are not here to be tortured, as you appear to think. Did my tongue torture you? Only to a point of exquisite delight, yes. Were the chains in the bathroom rough? They but held you still and prevented unseemly struggling. You do not wish to appear undignified, I am sure, whatever trials you may be put to. There is a purpose to them which you will soon enough understand. Be civilised, Astrid, for I mean to bring you nothing but pleasure and enduring happiness'.
'Don't! No! AH!', Astrid spluttered, for in that selfsame moment Julia removed her hand and held her ripe mouth down firmly over the young woman's while gripping her chin so that her lips were unable to escape the wanton salute. Little by little, under the squashing of Julia's mouth, Astrid's upper lip rolled back, her white teeth parting haplessly to receive the gliding of Julia's tongue within. Therewith, pinching the girl's nostrils, Julia ensured that Astrid's mouth remained open while her tongue swirled about hers.
Long, long did this kiss of illicit passion last, while Astrid quivered in her every vein. Not even her dear mama had kissed her upon the mouth before and the experience flooded her mind with unwonted pleasure against which she still wilfully fought. Knowing her victim better even than she did herself, however, Julia relinquished her grip upon Astrid's chin and allowed her palm to float lightly and in the most teasing manner over the rosebud nipples, which peeped amid the binding ropes.
Her nose still pinched twixt Julia's finger and thumb, Astrid gurgled and twisted. Their salivas mingled as did their tongues. Electric thrills coursed through her tits, which the bonds caused to swell even more. Her nipples rose like thorns and her scented cunt moistened anew. Bubbling out her breath, she gave a long, low sob that throbbed with untold passions, as Julia slowly withdrew her mouth and hands.
'A kiss between women-is it not the most voluptuous thing?', Julia asked softly while yet Astrid endeavoured to gather both her breath and her mind. Before she could do either, Julia had rolled her over so that she lay helpless upon her belly.
'You must, must, must let me go-please, oh please!', Astrid whimpered.
'No., my dear, that is the last thing I shall do. Rather, I shall bring you to me, but these are words you will not understand yet, for your mind and your soul are not yet broken away from the dull, meddlesome world you would otherwise have inhabited'.
So saying, Julia slowly divested herself of her gown, beneath which she wore naught but a black waist corset which left her mammalian beauties completely bared, and patterned stockings of the sheerest black silk. Going then to an armoire, she drew forth a martinet whose thongs hissed menacingly as they sleeked down one noble thigh.
'Has no part of your adorable body been caressed before, Astrid?', she asked.
'My God, no-how dare you ask me such a thing! YEEE-AAAARGH!', screeched the tightly bound young woman, as, without further ado, the thongs hissed across her naked bottom cheeks, leaving in their path a fierce singeing of fire.
'Never, Astrid? By no one?', came Julia's voice insistently. 'Think carefully before you reply. Let me give you something to stir your thoughts, my pet'.
'OW-OUCH! NEEE-YNNNNG! Stop it! Don't Ah, it burns! You beast, you beast-OUCH!'.
Again and again the martinet sang its song now, sweeping this way and that as the tortured orb of Astrid's bottom writhed and jerked. Streaks of white fire seemed to be invading her ardent buttocks, the long tongues of heat reaching into her every crevice.
'NEVER, Astrid? Mark carefully your reply or a dozen more will fall!'
'BOO-BOO-BOO-BOOO!', Astrid sobbed, for with each word the thongs hissed their paths across her blazing cheeks, which tightened visibly at every stroke. 'Ah! AH! Ah, God, stop, Yes! My… my… MY maid… she… she has touched my bottom in assisting m… me to dress. YOOOOH!'.
'Indelicately, nicely, has she touched you, Astrid?'.
'YA-AH-AAAAH! Oh, stop, please, stop, YES! She f… f… feels me there-oh, I am ashamed to tell it! OH!'.
Sobbing uncontrollably, Astrid was spun over once more onto her back, her scorched bottom throbbing and jerking to the unwonted contact with the silky bedcover upon which Julia nevertheless firmly pressed her so that Astrid's agonised and weeping eyes stared up into her own.
'You are not untruthful, then', Julia purred. 'No, do not struggle, my girl, for a hot bottom is best alleviated by being pressed into something-preferably the torso of a male with a hard prick. The sensation is torturous but yet quite delicious when the waiting knob slips in. Every wriggle of the bottom but assists the invasion that follows. It is called corking, or sheathing, or ramming, or what you will-exactly as in the drawing in my book upon which your eyes fell. Look again, Astrid!', Julia commanded, picking up the volume and holding it before the young woman's bleared eyes.
'It is h… hateful, wicked, oh, I cannot! Take it away!', Astrid pleaded while with a taunting smile Julia traced the outlines of the drawing with her finger. Perfectly delineated, it showed a young woman bent over the back of a chair in the seat of which knelt an older one holding her arms. On the floor lay a cane whose handiwork was evinced by the parallel stripes marking the girl's round bottom. To the rear of her, his knees slightly bent and his trousers at his ankles, crouched a man whose rearing penis was pointed directly between her nether cheeks.
'Wicked, indeed! Such pleasures', Julia laughed throatily, and then, with a sinuous wriggle, slid full down upon Astrid so that every inch of their warm bodies curved into one another's.
'No! Please, no!', Astrid sobbed. Unable now to squirm her blazing bottom as she wished, she was forced to lie still under the heavy, voluptuous weight of Julia, whose stiff nipples rubbed upon her own and whose hairy bush was couched upon hers. 'Lie still, lie still, and say nothing. NOTHING, do you hear? Or I shall whip you more fiercely, my naughty one', Julia both chided and soothed in the same breath.
'I c… cannot! It is wicked, wicked, wicked!', Astrid choked. Her cheeks, wet with tears, were stroked by Julia's hand. Julia's mouth brushed hers softly.
'Many are the delights of the world that are wicked, my love. Be certain only that mine will eventually prove the most delightful. In but a moment, when the warmth of my breasts and belly and thighs and the hungry heat of my cunt have fully invaded you, I shall leave you here to lie still. Wine and food will be brought to you and then you will sleep. When you awake it will be to find yourself as helplessly bound as you are now'.
'No, no! Oh, Lady Tingle-Julia-let me go, let me go home, please! I swear to say nothing of this if only you will!'
'SHUSH!', Julia commanded her softly. 'There is much for you to learn. Think upon it, Astrid. You will not know what will happen to you when you awake, though it shall not be dire. You will remain a victim of my pleasures until you discover your own'.
'NO-OH!', Astrid's wail came then, but, even as her cry echoed through the sumptuous boudoir, so Julia gathered up her gown and departed smoothly and silently, closing and locking the door behind her.
Eyes glazed and bottom cheeks still twitching from their unaccustomed basting, Astrid wriggled, and then with a sobbing sigh lay still once more. With the closing of the door a terrible silence reigned about her. Once or twice she fancied that she heard muffled footsteps and a murmuring of voices. Each time they appeared to approach, she stiffened within herself and then relaxed again. The stinging feeling in her nether cheeks changed gradually to a warm glow that infused even her sticky quim. From moment to moment, she felt as though she were falling into dreams of her maid's hands soothing subtly under the bare flesh of her bottom. After a seeming eternity, the door opened and her haunted state went to the door. Marie and Amy entered, Marie carrying a large silver tray of food and wine which she rested upon her knees as she sat close to Astrid.
Lifted into a sitting position by Amy, who stroked her hair fondly, Astrid dumbly allowed herself to be fed with smoked salmon and other delicacies. Between bites, wine was gurgled down her throat.
'She eats well-that is the best of signs', Marie said contentedly when Astrid was laid back again, her head on a pillow, her eyes closed. The draught she had been given would ensure that she slept for an hour at least. Her pretty lips quivered and then were still. Falling, as it seemed to her, down a long, black-velvet tunnel she slept.
CHAPTER 3
Having entered her dressing room to don a pair of blue-silk directoire drawers and to cast about her voluptuous form a tea gown of matching material, Julia descended with a pleased smile upon her lips. The venture had gone as
