When she heard eleven o'clock chime, she took her leave from the chambermaid and kissed her feet, then she went back to Miss von Berner to take farther orders.
Serving the governess was much more pleasant for her, because the feelings she had for Dorothea were not at all those inspired by the maid. She feared Bridget for her cruelty and she trembled before her, but, together with her humiliation she felt a kind of rage and impotent revolt boiling inside her at the idea of being the slave of a worthless girt and vulgar domestic. On the contrary, Dorothea inspired respect in her, and she would not dream of discussing her orders. Subjugated, fascinated by the authoritative governess, she had now reached the stage where she was happy to serve her and obey her. She felt for her a boundless admiration, she found her beautiful and fearsome and adored her like a goddess, judging that to serve her was a privilege and honour.
In the voluptuous atmosphere of the large sweet-smelling room, Mabel busied herself around her mistress. She undressed her, helped her with her night toilet and accepted without; flinching the slaps which her mistress gave her at the least excuse.
As she wanted to drape the beautiful naked body of her mistress with a thin night-dress, Dorothea stopped her with a gesture.
'No,' she said, 'I want to go to bed all naked — and I want you to be naked too! Get undressed!'
She lay down on the bed while Mabel, with feverish hands, got rid of all her cumbersome clothes. The governess watched her with an odd expression, akin to lasciviousness. A while later the body of the young slave was all bare. Delightfully plump and pink, this body was like a spot of light in the dusk of the room. Mabel's shapes were really attractive. Wearing a corset had given her a thin waist which make her breasts stand out, as well as her buttocks, made bigger still by the swelling brought about by constant whippings — they were like two ripe fruits streaked with red.
'Come here, Mabel,' Dorothea ordered, 'on your knees, and lick my feet!'
Trembling, and beginning to feel a strange kind of ecstasy, the girl knelt down. Her lips drew near the dainty little feet of her mistress with devotion.
'I'm going to teach you,' she went on, 'to lick your mistress's feet the way it should be done. Pull out your tongue as far as you can start by licking my toes, then between them, so that your caress be at the same time a cleaning, finally, you'll take as much of my foot as you can into your mouth and cover it with saliva — slave slobber — and you will lick it until I tell you to stop. Now start!'
A prey to an odd sensation, Mabel started. At length and respectfully she licked the feminine feet which she found so sweet-flavoured. Soon, she became as if drunk with them. Dorothea let her lick, and, from time to time, she lashed her with the horsewhip a little to activate or slow the rhythm of her caresses. Mabel, gasping, was all in a sweat. This servile licking seemed to her an honour and a feast. For a long half hour she satisfied thus her governess's lust.
'Enough!' Dorothea said at last. 'Now, climb on to the bed, lie down on your stomach between my legs and kiss softly between my thighs.'
Without fully understanding all that the order contained in perversion, the slave obeyed. Squeezed between Dorothea's beautiful thighs, she put her head into the warm hollow of the femininity. The soft black down penetrated her mouth and nose and tickled her deliciously. She could feel, under the perfumed hair, the warm fruit of love which palpitated like a small precious animal.
'Go on,' the governess said in a voice dry with passion, 'do your best to caress me as I wish… That's good, continue like this… Drive your, tongue in, now! Draw your tongue more, slave! Drive it as far as you can! Now, pull it back and do it again… in, out, in, out… that's good, continue!'
Mabel was getting frantic. Under the orders, accompanied each time with whiplashes, she did as best she could. A delicious acrid feminine odour penetrated her intimately. Under her agile tongue she discovered new mysteries; she had the impression of discovering a new world.
Dorothea breathed loudly and squeezed more and more the slave's head between her robust thighs. Suddenly she grasped with both hands the heat that was caressing her and rubbed it against her flesh with a kind of fury. Mabel, crushed, gave herself passionately to this new game. She had stopped to think that she was a slave and that her mistress was using her as she would a mere towel or like a pleasure beast. She did not think of anything. Dorothea's flesh was to her like a divine essence and her lips trembled with ecstasy at its contact. A virgin, and ignorant of perverse pleasures, she brought to this act all the zeal of not even feeling, the whiplashes which Dorothea gave her on her back with more and more violence.
Finally Dorothea's beautiful body arched itself and her throat gave out a very soft hoarse moan. At the sama time, Mabel's face was inundated with a dew that went into her month, and her head was terribly crushed between her mistress's thighs; nailed to the gasping belly, blinded, drowned, the slave felt herself die with joy.
Only a long time later did Miss von Berner release her prey. And now, her eyes had regained their hard and bright expression.
'On your knees at the foot of my bed!' she ordered.
Briskly recalled to her condition, Mabel obeyed. The governess looked at her with a mocking contempt.
'Do you like my body?' she asked.
'Oh yes, Mistress, I adore it,' Mabel sighed, in ecstasy.
'Pull out your tongue!'
Between her fingers, Dorothea pinched Mabel's pink tongue, holding it prisoner.
'You see,' she went on, 'this tongue is a slave's tongue, it is at the service of my body, and every time I feel like it I shall drive this tongue into me, for my pleasure!'
And she concluded:
'As for you, I want you to be always ready to kiss with joy and respect any part of my body, even the most intimate. Otherwise I shall oblige you to do so with the whip. Understood?'
'Yes, Mistress.'
'From now on,' the implacable Dorothea went on, 'you will no longer call me just 'Mistress' but 'Divine Mistress'. That is logical, since I am your God as well as your Master. Now, go and fetch the panties I wore to day and use them to wipe me up.'
With trembling hands. Mabel wiped up the wet sex of her mistress with the pink silk knickers. Then Dorothea used them to wrap around Mabel's head, seeing to it that the most soiled parts of the material should be in direct contact with the slave's mouth.
Then she made her lie down, all naked, on the bed-side rug and tied up her feet and hands. Immobilised and blinded, the slave heard her mistress go back to bed, and then her voice from above her, saying:
'I hope you're happy, slave, to have dared kiss the secrets of my body?'
'Oh, yes, Divine Mistress,' Mabel said indistinctly through the soiled panties.
'And I hope you will thank me for it tomorrow by obeying me still better than usual and submitting totally to me?'
'Yea, Divine Mistress, I swear I will.'
'That's good. You may sleep now! And don't let me hear a sound out of you, or else to-morrow night I'll let you sleep in the toilet.'
'Yes, Divine Mistress.'
At last satisfied, the beautiful Dorothea lay down softly among her silk pillows and went to sleep at once.
CHAPTER 5
A few days later an unusual event took place — a visit at Kelingson castle, that of Eva Crimpton, a friend of Miss von Berner's who came to settle down in Scotland for an indefinite period.
Eva Crimpton wag a strange woman. Aged about forty, she must have been very beautiful, but she had let herself grow rather too fat All sorts of stories were whispered about her, and all were true. She had been at one time a singer in a 'cafe-concert'; richly kept by several men, she was known by her hardness of heart and a strange sadism — she loved to see the others suffer.
After having reduced to misery a few lovers and getting rich herself, she had amassed a considerable fortune
