There is a gamine quality in her trimly muscled calves, as much as in the crop of her medium brown curls, her roundish sun-warmed face and blue eyes. You may be sure that as she walks along the Kant-Strasse or the Kurfursten-Damm in her easy strides, many a camera takes Sonja's picture-bare legs and cheeky manner-for a private collection. If Sonja is the dominant girl of the pair, Petra may seem to be the submissive one. Yet you would not think so by her off-hand and dismissive manner towards many of the male customers! She too is undoubtedly a charming contrast-as Natasha proves to be to Julia.
Petra is a slim lithe girl, eighteen years old, with flaxen hair fringed on her forehead and sometimes worn loose to her shoulders, sometimes tied in an untidy tail. Her face has a fine fair skin with the bloom of health on her cheeks, while her expression combines innocence with a certain surliness of manner. Her features are perhaps more crudely prominent than Sonja's pertness, which is sometimes the way with the daughters of the German proletariat. Both girls give an impression of lissom energy, their firm trim-made legs moving with bare suntanned grace below the hems of their little summer skirts. I promise you, Jack, many a gentleman who chances to peep into that shop sighs wistfully at the thought of having Sonja and Petra under his absolute command. What bedroom scenes fill his thoughts-and to what little purpose! The truth is that Sonja and Petra yearn for each other's bodies more strongly than for Apollo himself. Yet two such charming young lesbians are always in peril in a city like this.
Sonja, indeed, had a regular ration of penis between her legs when she was a few years younger. Though she wears no wedding-ring, perhaps she was even obliged to submit her cunt and arse to the demands of the marriage-bed. Imagine the eagerness with which these two girls accepted my offer of protection here at the villa! They put themselves entirely in my charge and I am a frequent spectator of their billing and cooing. Neither of them dreamt of such luxury and sensual indulgence. A day hence and the photographer will see them no more.
Knowing me as you do, Jack, you will guess that my intentions towards Sonja and Petra are not entirely honourable! The Villa Anna will soon be their sumptuous prison where they lie bound by the soft threads of amorous desire. If a certain type of man-a person of wealth and firmness-should take a fancy to the pair, I will have Sonja and Petra broken to his demands without further ado. While Petra's flaxen hair threshes like wheat in a storm, her knees shall be held apart for her initiation. Then she shall be turned over, a smack on the slim curve of Petra's bottom to make her relax its cheeks for a proper admiration of what lies between them. Such dramas are in the future. Perhaps they will never be enacted, though I should feel a natural disappointment in that case. At present my plan is more direct and simple. Though I must not let my own part in the affair be seen too soon, it is my intention that the two young German women shall lure your pair of pert little girls into the most heavily perfumed flower-paths which the gardens of depravity have to offer! I propose that by the end of the summer, our elfin blonde, Natasha, shall experience pleasures so perverse that the mention of them would bring a blush even to the cheek of a young wife fresh from her weeks of honeymoon passion! With this in mind, I determined to put Sonja and Petra themselves to the test on the night preceding the arrival of the two English girls. It was a beautiful summer evening, the late sunlight still lingering in a warm dusty glow over the gardens of the villa where they run to the lake shore. The ornamental urns and the birch trees cast their distended shadows on the gold radiance, though it was almost ten o'clock. The two young women share a bedroom-and a spacious bed-luxuriously appointed. Its balcony, in the Italian manner, overlooks the placid waters with a view to the trees and the Crown Prince's castle on the far side of the lake. They are well-used to my presence in the room as they prepare for bed. Indeed, they accept that the playing of certain amorous games is part of the gratitude they are to show me for their safety and comfort here.
We went up together to the bedroom with its walls panelled in pink silk, the damask cover of the wide bed, the mirrors which conveniently reflected that arena of pleasure, and the eight bright bulbs of the electrolier which illuminated its languors. Dinner had ended an hour before, the servants having cleared away and gone to bed in their own part of the building. The two girls were dressed informally, as they had been when they left work for the last time.
Sonja matched her brown tan and cropped dark curls with the pink blouse, the little white ankle-boots, and the short turquoise skirt which left bare the brown, agile form of her calves. Petra was more simply attired in her white blouse and a plain short skirt of blue denim. Picture me, then, as ring-mistress with these two charming performers in the ring. The long curtains were drawn across to hide our enjoyments from prying eyes. Then each girl undid her skirt and blouse, removing both garments and hanging them neatly in their places. They stood before me, each clad in nothing but a skimpy white breast-halter and matching briefs of white cotton web, stretched tight over hips, loins and seat. “I must put you to bed, my pets,” I said, taking no care to conceal my amusement in this game. “Lie on the bed dressed just as you are. Sonja, lie with your head towards this end and Petra, my child, lie with your head towards the other. You shall sleep head-to-tail tonight-if you find any leisure to sleep at all!” They obeyed without any real sign of reluctance. Sonja put her knee on the bed and climbed over to her side. She settled the shock of her dark curls at the centre and stretched out her bare limbs which are brown as a gypsy's after so much sun. Petra followed more bashfully, first putting her hands behind her head and forming a collar-length pony-tail of her lank flaxen hair which she secured with an ordinary rubber band. Eighteen-year-old Petra arranged herself so that she lay facing Sonja, head-to-tail. The posture kept each girl's face level with her friend's hips. To complete this charming ensemble I enforced a degree of amorous bondage upon them, Round each girl's waist is a light gold chain, its ends welded so that it cannot be removed. About each pretty neck I now clipped a broad leather collar from which ran another twelve inches or so of chain.
This I locked round the shapely partners waist. So our pretty pair were condemned to pass the night in their present suggestive manner, each pillowing her head on the others nips or backside. Each girl's field of vision was almost filled by the charming prospect presented by the other's hips, backside, and upper thighs. Though still wearing their white stretch-briefs, each was obliged to present herself to the face of the other in an appealing upwards squat!
Under the level fringe of her blond hair, Petra's face coloured a little as I took the waistband of her briefs and drew them down to the mid-point of her slim lightly suntanned thighs. I did not remove the briefs altogether, jack, for there is something more provocative about a girl like Petra with her panties down round her thighs than with her lower body entirely naked. Under the occasional rudeness of her manner in the shop, one finds a true sense of vulnerable innocence in Petra's blue-green eyes. She was self-consciously aware that even the more roughly-used and easily-blemished part of her knickers was under Sonja's immediate gaze. Sonja's round gypsy- brown face looked at me with blue eyes expecting the same treatment. I smiled at this.
“You shall keep your pants on for the moment, Sonja. Content yourself with enjoying your view of Petra!” Indeed, the collar-chain which attached her to the gold links round the young blonde's bare waist gave Sonja no chance to turn from her contemplation. Her cheek rested on the taut slimness of Petra's upper thigh. Her eyes confronted the younger girl's trim nymph-like buttocks, and of course the lips of the cunt between her legs with their stray tendrils of fair hair. On these occasions, Jack, when I am in full command of my two slaves, I am as strict in one respect as any English prude. I do not allow either Sonja or Petra to masturbate. Their hands are fastened so that each may play with the other but not with herself. So now a leather cuff went round each wrist and a light chain from each attached it to the other girl's waist again. There was no limit to what one girl's mouth or fingers might perform upon the other's sensitive part. Yet neither girl could reach far enough to gratify herself. Had I been in a wicked mood, Jack, I should have arranged matters a little differently. Having mixed a strong aphrodisiac in the dinner coffee I would have had them trussed in this posture but with their wrists strapped behind their backs and their collar-leads holding them back from even the lightest kiss. Then each girl must have itched for relief and seen the other's beauties of hips and thighs before her eyes, while having no power to ease the erotic anguish of herself or her companion. I promise you, dearest, that my plans for Petra and Sonja include such a restless night of amorous torment. Yet this was not to be the occasion of it.
I watched them for a little while as they lay waiting on the bed.
I had determined to see if it was possible to light Sonja's “fuse” and by so doing cause the “explosion” of love in Petra without ever touching her myself. I sat at the middle of the bed, stroking Petra's blonde fringe as she pillowed her fair-skinned beauty on the fuller curve of Sonja's brown thigh. Her view of Sonja was rather as if Petra had been looking up at the open seat of a chair on which the young woman sat. Though Sonja's white briefs still moulded the “landscape,” the rear opening of her thighs was but four or five inches from Petra's blue-green eyes. The firmly-rounded cheeks of Sonja's bottom were clearly and separately presented in the fight cotton-as was the soft bulge of her pussy-flesh between her legs.
