“This is Mable, one of the cooks.”
The old woman looked up, barely acknowledging the duo.
“Mable, this is…” she turned and looked at Princess. “Well, she is mute. She is a new kitchen girl. Madam has asked me to bathe her, feed her breakfast, and put her into bed.”
The woman gestured at the cupboards. Noreen fetched a bowl and a spoon, and Mable ladled in porridge.
Princess took a seat at the long table, and ate the porridge. It seemed so long since she had a hot meal.
Afterward, she found herself alone in her new room. It wasn’t really much of a room, as much as a windowless cell. It consisted of a bed, a night table, and a bureau.
Inside the drawers of the bureau were various articles of clothing. Black dresses and undergarments; a few nightgowns. The bottom and largest drawer, held a trove of treasures.
Exquisite costumes of white silks covered in feathers. Hair combs encrusted with white stones and pearls. They were all of the accoutrements for a woman to take the stage. Princess thought again of Tinsel, and wondered what it was she did at the club to merit such finery. Then she remembered Valentina calling Tinsel ‘her pet’.
Closing the drawer, she crawled into the bed. On the nightstand were several little cloth bound books. Although she was exhausted, she lifted one of the books, and opened its pages.
Her mouth opened in shock, as she paged through the book. It was illustrations unlike anything she’d ever seen in her nearly twenty years.
There were naked bodies of both men and women, openly showing their private areas; women being stroked and licked on their nipples, and between their legs. Men with their great projectiles standing straight out or up, coming from of a nest of hair. Women kneeing before or beside them, taking their great poles into their mouths.
Princess thought she should close the book and immediately return it to the night table, or better yet, hide it beneath the bed. Still, her quivering fingers turned the page, and the next, and the next.
Words such as ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ described these once never to be spoken of body parts, followed by even more graphic, but oh-so-fascinating illustrations.
A man stretched out fully on top of a woman. Her legs drawn back, and the man’s cock deeply embedded in her pussy. Another of the woman was on her hands and knees, and the woman was being taken from behind by the man; she on her side, the man caressing her full breasts, he again, inside her. The last, a woman on top of the man, lying on her back, impaled to the root of his cock.
On all of the illustrations, both the men and the women had such looks of rapture on their faces. Mouths twisted, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Although this was all quite new to Princess, something she thought would remain secret until perhaps her wedding night, it was enlightening and enthralling, rather than some perversion she’d stumbled upon. It was odd, but exciting at the same time.
She removed her cumbersome, scratchy nightgown and lay back on the bed, and felt the now familiar stirring between her thighs.
She now knew it was called a pussy.
Did she dare to explore where fingers never touched before?
Tentative at first, her fingertip touched her left nipple. At once, the tiny pink bud came fully erect. A tingle filled her body at her own touch, and her breath quickened, as she slowly rubbed, and then dared to pinch, sending a shockwave like none other before in her life.
Her fingers then slowly caressed her taut stomach. But that wasn’t where the ache lay. Did she dare go any lower?
Then her thoughts went to Erich, tall, slender, gorgeous…just stunning. She remembered the lustful look in his eyes when she emerged naked from the creek. The first time she felt the vibrational hum between her legs.
Her pussy.
Tentatively at first, she caressed along the soft, bare skin. Unlike the women in the illustrations, who possessed a tuft of hair, Princess naturally had no hair growth there, and remained smooth. She spread her legs a bit wider, and her fingers found the damp cleft and stroked by instinct until her finger grazed a tiny, hard nub that enflamed her entire pelvis, not just her pussy.
The nub, she discovered as her finger moved back and forth over it, was the center of her pleasure. Almost immediately, a new, mind altering sensation rippled through her body, and spasms came one on top of the other from her core. It was a blessing at that moment she couldn’t utter a sound, or her screams from her open mouth might have drawn people to her cell.
Erich. How she wished he was there at that moment. That it was his hand and tongue pleasing her most secret place. She closed her eyes, and savored every second as the pleasure waves ebbed.
Everything was so new, but Princess knew there was still so much more to learn, to experience. Erich spoke of an etheric cord that now bound them together. When would he return to her? Now every moment would be an agonizing wait for him to come. Yet when he did come to her, she would be ready to turn herself completely over to him for his pleasure…and hers.
Chapter Three
Princess was ready for her first night of kitchen duties at the Swan Club.
Noreen dressed her in the black uniform all of the kitchen girls wore. Her dress was formerly worn by Tinsel, who obviously was a smaller girl than Princess. The black material forced her full breasts upward, creating pale cleavage she didn’t know she possessed. The rough material pushed hard against her hips and bottom, creating womanly curves.
Her hair was pulled back tight, and pinned into a fancy knot. Finally, she looked into the hand mirror from her dresser, and the image was not exactly how she remembered.
Her eyes were always deep brown, now the centers were large and black,
