THE letter I had begun to Father lay as I had left it. I imagined him in his being entering and gazing at it. The Chinese, I have heard, never destroy a piece of paper once it has been written upon. Characters once imparted to it acquire a being, a magic, a presence. They rest upon the surface like the silhouettes of birds who have no wish to move again.
I took up the pen again. Dearest Father, / await your return Beatrice. It was enough. Now in my subtle shifting it sufced. He would move among the words at night as a poacher moves among the larches and the elms. Taking an envelope, I addressed it to him at the tea plantation in Malabar which his father had bequeathed him. He would return from thence with dust on his lapels-the musk of dusky women in his nostrils, the dream of a rocking horse.
I would place the horse on the lawn, perhaps, in a larger cage for Caroline. When the rain came it would stand forlorn and waiting. Raindrops in their crystal glittering on its stirrups.
I bathed and listened to a twittering of voices from the garden-Caroline's and Jenny's among them. Upon my descent for lunch I employed subtleties rather than assertions. At the serving of the soup I asked Maria what wine we were to have with the fish.
"With the fish, Riesling…" Maria began and looked as if towards Katherine, my aunt being seemingly deeply engaged with the unfolding of her napkin.
"Not the Riesling-we will have Piesporter, Maria, and you will address me as M'am. You understand?"
The poor woman almost curtsied in her confusion whereat Katherine swept a look along the table to Aunt Maude whose placid quietness gave full reply. 1 had additionally had Amanda brought down. She sat as one who is at a party without friends. Katherine's look passed to me. I received it briefly with a slight affectation of boredom.
"Caroline, you will gather flowers from the garden after lunch. The rooms have a slightly drab air. Place some in my bedroom first. Amanda will assist you," I said, and turned immediately to engage my aunt in conversation. Katherine was thus neatly isolated, my uncle having gone-or been sent, I suspected-on some errand.
I rose first from the table. Normally, in the conventions, Aunt Maude would have done so and I would have waited upon her to do so. By this small sign, however, a silent Katherine received my further tokens. When I moved of a purpose into the conservatory she followed me-a slightly wounded falcon, I felt, though I bore her no malice. To the contrary, she attracted me both physically and mentally. "There is change, then," she asked quietly.
"As to all things," I replied. I placed my arm about her waist and then slid my hand down very slowly to feel and fondle the quite perfect globe of her bottom. Beneath the light material of her dress the twin hemispheres had the smoothness of peachskin.
Katherine compressed her lips slightly and endeavoured to hide a smile of pleasure at the lightly-floating questing of my fingers. That she wore no drawers was evident by the way I could gently urge a single fold of her dress into the tight groove of her bottom.
"You have not yet given us a performance, Katherine."
"No?" Her voice was light but shaky. She endeavoured to recover her usual poise and move away but a warning inward pressure of my fingers stayed her. "The subject was forgotten," she said. The faintest of blushes had appeared on her cheeks. It pleased me.
I drew her to a small bench where we sat side by side. The scent of fuchsias was rich in my nostrils. Earth smell, loam smella nostalgia of flowerpots, some straight, some tilted.
"Your performances have been few? I mean for your private theatricals, Katherine."
"Le Theatre Erotique? There have been some amusements in the past. I engaged lord Ridge's three daughters upon a delicious masquerade last summer. It made excellent preliminary training for them. It is extraordinary what licences the erstwhile modest permit themselves when they believe themselves inhabiting a world of fantasy."
"Wherein they also believe themselves full hid by their costumes?" I asked.
Katherine's look of appraisal would have been flattering in any other circumstances.
"Exactly. They had not so much as raised their skirts before nor shown their ankles. I had them attired at first in glittering tights with knee-boots and transparent bodices. Music entranced them to display themselves. A small orchestra was discreetly screened from the proceedings. We acted out at first an innocent game of circuses. The estate ponies were perfect for that. We used a large marquee. The audience was naturally small and the champagne flowed. I allowed the girls to imbibe freely between their frolics. In their gigglings and foolish ridings around on the ponies I gave them several twitches of the crop to enervate them."
I laid my hand upon Katherine's thigh and fingered up the material of her dress slowly until her nearest leg was bared to me almost to her hip. My fingertips ran sensuously around her stocking top. She leaned back. Her lips remained slightly parted for a moment as if seeking breath. The transition from stocking top to silk-smooth skin was delicious.
"And the entertainment?" I asked. I guessed it was called that from my aunt's photographic interlude with Maria and Frederick.
"There was to be trick riding, I told them," Katherine continued. She moved her knees wider apart to allow my hand to glide up more easily and fondle the warm inner surfaces of her thighs. "The ponies were exchanged for three fine Arabian horses from Lord Eridge's stables. The door to the marquee was then tightly closed. The musicians, being in a separate marquee that abutted our own, could see nothing.
"I blindfolded each of the girls and had them mount the steeds, whereat their arms were secured about the horses' necks. There was a little fretting on their part about this, for fear they would fall. I comforted them," Katherine went on with a smile and a half-closing of her eyes as I delicately touched the lips of her quim. Her bottom shifted forward slightly on the seat.
"You strapped their ankles to the stirrups-yes, go on," I said confidently.
"First I had them ride in a circle. Unknown to them three of the menfolk guided the stallions by their reins. The sisters thought themselves most adept and laughed shrilly, if sometimes nervously. Occasionally I gave them a harder twitching with a schooling whip than they had before received. By then they were quite flushed with all the excitement. I judged them ready. The horses were stilled and to multiple shrieks from the three lovely heroines of the piece their tights were swiftly drawn down. Then with a single bound a male leapt up behind each of them, raised their bare bottoms from off the saddles and…
I leaned to her. Our lips, tongues met. My forefinger circled the increasing sticky lips of her slit.
"Each was fucked more than once?" I asked. I had not intended to use a word of such coarseness. It spilled unbidden from my lips. Katherine's tongue swam around my own.
"In succession from the males -who had long waited upon such an occasion-each girl received a triple dose. They had quietened considerably by the time a second foaming lance entered their pussies. The gentle jogging of the horses as they continued to move round slowly in a circle added to their pleasures, no doubt."
"Their bottoms were feted, too?" I asked. Katherine's parted legs had straightened. I sought right beneath the sweet orb of her bottom and found her puckered rose.
"No… n… no… not then," she stammered. "That pleasure had been reserved. Half fainting with untold pleasures, the girls -were finally dismounted and taken blindfolded into the house, their wrists secured, their tights removed as well as their boots. Their naked bottoms were quite rosy after their ridings, of course. In the main bedroom of the manor all had been prepared beforehand. Taken within, the three were strapped side by side upon the bed with pillows piled tightly beneath their bellies to elevate their bottoms.
"The squire-entering then ready for the fray with his penis bobbing-exerted his efforts valiantly in each of their bottoms in turn, stilling each while they moaned and squirmed fretfully. Then, taking the elder-whom I placed in the middle-he pumped her bottom fully, fondling the other two meanwhile. Such was his pleasure that the rosehole- from which he finally withdrewfrothed most fully, I can tell you. Oh! oh, Beatrice-your tongue, dearest, I implore you!"
Her beseeching for my mouth between her elegant thighs was to my satisfaction since I intended then to ignore it. She had asked and been refused. It suited me perfectly. Taking her chin I pushed her face back and ceased the toying of my fingers.
"Later, perhaps," I purred, "upon your continued good behaviour. You have not finished your recital. What then occurred?"
"His prick considerably limper, of course, he left the squirming and blindfolded beauties to their wonderings as to the possesor of the doughty staff which had cleft their bottoms-not entirely to their dissatisfaction, as it later transpired. They were then released, bathed and cossetted -by myself and Jenny, as it happened. We said nothing of the lewdnesses to which they had succumbed and indeed brought wine and cakes and made merry as if the afternoon had been nought but gaiety."
"Their training began thereafter, Katherine?" My hand held her chin still in a commanding pose.
"Yes. They were clothed henceforth as you have been -in closefitting wool dresses with nothing beneath save their stockings and boots or shoes. Frequent but light applications of the birch did wonders. With sisters-they were sixteen, eighteen and twenty respectively-it is best to keep them herded close at all times. The breakfast room, being large, was transformed into a recreation room for them. To a large circular table I had a short centre post fixed. Each girl was spread across the table with her wrists secured to the post. Their ankles were tied by a rope which circled the table and looped around their outstretched legs.
"For the first week they continued to be blindfolded when brought down, their dresses secured up around their waists. Into the breakfast room I patted them, one by one. They had adorable bottoms and were quite quiet and obedient when secured in a circle around the table. A dozen swishes of the birch came first, bringing a pink glow to their offered bottoms. The twelfth stroke was always the sternest, bringing loud shrill squeals-for they quickly learned that it was followed by the stiff insertion of the throbbing staff into each of their bottoms.
"At the end of the first week, immediately after each had been birched, I released Samantha, the eldest, while leaving the other two bound. Cautioning her to be silent, I bound her wrists and removed her blindfold. Blushing violently, she made to turn away from the upright majesty of the cock that awaited her, but I twisted her about to face it."
"You made her ask for it," I murmured.
"Of course."
Katherine's voice was husky, her eyes wild with pleading for the attentions of my tongue.
"How crude," I said softly and rose, looking down at her. "Katherine, draw your skirt up fully-well beneath your bottom. Good. Spread your legs more. Excellent! A delicious thatch, my sweet. Has it been watered of late?"
Before she could reply I strode to the door and gazed back at her. She looked indeed a picture of wantonness, her breasts heaving. The tint of her thighs above her stockings was as of pale ivory. The bush of her quim was thick and luxuriant.
"Wait!" I said coldly, quickly removing the key from the door and turning it on the other side as I went out. Unmoving she sat, the beseeching of her eyes following me.
I hastened to Aunt Maude and told her of my immediate intentions. Her eyes glowed. "I will have him made ready," she said, "it will take but a moment." Summoning Maria, she told her to fetch Frederick without delay. He came as usual in his quietness-a watchfulness, I felt, that was well concealed behind a long-practised subservience.
"You will strip," I said. He gazed at me for a long moment as if uncertain as to whether he was to obey or not and then immediately removed his jacket. Assuring myself that there were no other servants about, I then fetched a simple, straight-backed wooden chair which I placed for him.
In his nakedness, Frederick was a magnificent animal, perfect in physique. His cock stood a proud nine inches under the gentle manipulation of my fingers. Bidding him sit, I then had my aunt bind him tightly to the chair facing the doors.
"You will see now to Katherine?" I asked my aunt who nodded and went out. The very mention of his mistress's name made Frederick start-not out of apprehension, I perceived, for while a dull flush spread over his cleancut features, the rubicund knob of his penis appeared to glow even more.
A scuffling sounded from beyond. I strode to the doors and opened them. There stood Katherine, wriggling in the stronger embrace of my aunt. Between us we hustled her within and closed the doors anew upon the little ceremony I intended.
"Oh how dare you!" Katherine blustered, her colour rising high at the sight of her manservant whose upquivering tool awaited her pleasure. There was no need to remove her dress. It hoisted cleanly and swiftly enough again to her hips. While Aunt Maude held her wrists 1 smacked her bottom hard, causing her hips to jolt and bringing a light sheen of tears into her eyes.
"Quiet, Katherine!" I instructed coldly. "Has he not had you yet?" With every word her enforced but dragging footsteps brought the superb nudity of the lower half of her body closer to the manservant's haggard gaze. "No!" she shrieked. Her head shook wildly.
"You will speak!" I told him. "Have you not savoured the voluptuous pleasures of her bottom, the wobbling of her lovely breasts to your lips?"
"M… M'am? N… no. She has brought me frequently to dress her and undress her-to prepare her often for her bath-but never have my fingers been permitted to touch her adorable skin," he stammered.
Perhaps it was his unexpected use-indeed unheard of use for a servant-of the word "adorable" that brought a softer shriek than I had imagined would come, as Katherine was manouevred over him, legs apart, until his manly tool prodded up in waiting just beneath the pouting lips of her quim.
"Oh! Maude! Beatrice! I beg you-no!" Katherine sobbed in what I felt was entirely theatrical effect. No doubt in her early training of the Eridge daughters she had heard them all say it in turn. Drawing Katherine's arms forward over Frederick's shoulders, my aunt continued to hold her while 1-pressing my hand downwards upon her bottom – reached beneath and guided the stiff cock of a now groaning Frederick between the soft lips of her slit.
Katherine's eyes rolled. Her head fell back, her knees trembling on either side of his as the nubbing nose of his lovestaff urged within her luscious grotto and secured its place. The rest was but a matter of a simple downward thrust on Katherine's shoulders. A low humming sound which appeared to mingle shock and pleasure trilled from her throat as her brazen bottom cheeks at last descended upon Frederick's bare knees, there to settle with a squirming, agonised motion.
The rest was simplicity. In a trice she was bound to him, the bodice of her dress being unlaced so that his nose settled somewhat blissfully no doubt in the deep valley between the silken gourds of her tits.
Dearly as I would have loved to have knelt down, I did not. It would have been undignified. Nevertheless, I would like to have seen-on that first occasion-the deep rooting of his cock within her and the way his balls were squashed beneath her. Her arms were secured around his neck and her ankles fastened to his. Thus she had room to manouevre her bottom up and down and would do so, I had no doubt, once they were alone, despite her sobbing protestations as Aunt Maude and I made to leave.
"B… Beatrice! you cannot!" Katherine implored. Imprisoned and shafted upon him thus, she looked adorable. Her nipples already sprouted thickly, I noticed. I had no illusions that the moment we left them in this erotic stance his lips would begin nibbling at the rosy buds her exposed melons presented to him.
"You may come in her as you wish… on this occasion, Frederick," I said quietly. Then we were gone, the doors locked behind us.
"A merriment-did you not think?" I asked Aunt Maude.
My aunt nodded. "It will do her no harm. She has long inhibited herself in his respect, I am sure. You will not permit him to master her, though?"
It was an unnecessary question, as her eyes told me. There were permutations into which I had not yet entered nor thought to enter.
"I shall make her Mistress of the Robes," 1 said, and laughed. We placed our ears to the door briefly and caught their muffled moanings. "She will speak not a word to him out of pride," I said, "and neither will he dare address her despite the fact that he has her plugged. An almost perfect conjunction, I think. She may punish him later, at her wish, of course. I shall permit that. They will enjoy that also -both of them."
"You have grown in your knowings," Aunt Maude replied.
"Of course," I said pertly. The exercise had given me a heady feeling of conquering without cruelty-the path I was thereafter to follow in all my knowings. Eight persons out of ten have a willingness to submit in the right circumstances and guided by the right hands. Therein is a safety for them. They are led-permitted. In their enforcement are they permitted. 1 had moved beneath the sea and raised my skirts. The water had lapped me. A tongue had lapped me. Fishes had nibbled at my garters.
I would have a dozen pairs of gloves of the finest kid, reaching to my elbows, I told my aunt. The idea of the very sensuousness of their touch communicated itself to her immediately. She would have her glove-maker bring them she said. They would be extremely close-fitting. "Their come will bubble over your fingers," she smiled. "When I wish it," I said. "Come-I want you on the rocking horse."
Aunt Maude stepped back. "I?" She jerked, but my hand already had her elbow. "Do you mean it, Beatrice?" I had no need to answer. Her docility came as from one who had half expected it. Stockinged and booted, but otherwise naked, she looked superb. Her figure had a rubbery firmness in all its outcurving aspects. Mounted on the horse, she stretched her bottom back brazenly, her slit gleaming juicily.
I accorded her no pleasure other than three dozen biting flicks of the whip. The enforced bending of her knees -together with the orbing of her bottom-as she fought to keep her heels dug into the stirrups, provided the very aspect of eroticism I had long envisaged of myself.
There would be a small platform in future behind the horse so that the male could mount it at the appropriate moment and insert his penis while he gripped the weaving hips.
At my command.
I would have it so. There would be no exercises nor entertainments nor merriments beyond my seeing or control.
I had entered my domain.