‘I thought I would have died!’ Alice whispered as she snuggled up against me (apparently not displeased by my confession), yielding herself sweetly to the pressure of my encircling arm. ‘I wasn’t in pain at all, but oh! my sensations! My whole self seemed to be concentrated just . . . where you were tickling me! and I was nearly mad at being forced to endure such indignity; and on top of it all came that awful tickling, tickling, tickling!’
She shuddered at the recollection; I pressed her still more tightly against me and kissed her tenderly, but held my tongue—for I knew not what to say! Presently Alice spoke again. ‘And so it really gave you pleasure to torture me, Jack?’ she asked almost cheerfully, adding before I could reply, ‘I was very angry with my maid this morning and it would have delighted me to have spanked her severely. Now, would such delight arise from revenge or from being cruel?’
‘Undoubtedly from being cruel,’ I replied, ‘the infliction of the punishment is what would have given you the pleasure, and behind it would come the feeling that you were revenging yourself. Here’s another instance—you women delight in saying nasty, cutting things to each other in the politest of ways. Why? Not from revenge, but from the satisfaction afforded by the shot going home. If you had given your maid a box on the ears this morning, you would have satisfied your revenge without any pleasure whatever; but if I had been there and held your maid down while you spanked her bottom, your pleasure would have arisen from the infliction of the punishment. Do you follow me, dear?’
‘Yes, I see it now,’ Alice replied, then added archly, ‘I wish you had been there, Jack! It would have done her a lot of good!’
‘I sometimes wonder why you keep her on,’ I said musingly. ‘She’s a pert minx and at times must be very aggravating. Let me see—what’s her name?’
‘Fanny.’
‘Yes, of course—a case of “pretty Fanny’s way,” for she certainly is a pretty girl and a well-made one. My dear, if you want to do bottom slapping, you won’t easily find a better subject, only I think she will be more than you can manage single-handed, and it may come to her slapping your bottom, my love!’
Alice laughed. ‘Fanny is a most perfect maid, a real treasure, or I would not keep her on—for as you say, she is too much for me. She’s very strong and very high-spirited, but wants taming badly.’
‘Bring her some afternoon, and we’ll tame her between us!’ I suggested, seemingly carelessly, but with well-concealed anxiety, for was I not now making a direct attempt to seduce Alice into Sadism?
Alice started, raised herself on her elbows, and regarded me questioningly. I noticed a hard glitter in her eyes, then she caught her breath, colored, and exclaimed softly, ‘Oh, Jack, how lovely it would be!’
I had succeeded! Alice had succumbed to the sudden temptation! For the second time, her strain of lascivious sexuality had been conquered.
‘Shall we try?’ I asked with a smile, secretly delighted at her unconcealed eagerness and noting how her eyes now brimmed over with lust and how her lovely breasts were heaving with excitement.
‘Yes! Yes! Jack!’ she exclaimed feverishly, ‘but how can it be managed?’
‘That shouldn’t be much trouble,’ I replied. ‘Take her out with you shopping some afternoon close by here, then say you want to just pop in to see me about something. En route, tell her about this room, how it’s soundproof. It will interest her and she will at the same time learn information that will come in useful later on. Once in here, follow my lead. I suppose you would like to have a hand in torturing her?’
‘Oh! Jack! Will you really torture Fanny?’ exclaimed Alice, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. ‘Will you fasten her down as you did me?’
I nodded.
‘Yes! Yes! Let me have a turn at her!’ she replied vivaciously. Then after a pause she looked queerly at me and added, ‘And will you . . .’ At the same moment she significantly squeezed my prick.
‘I think so, unless of course you would rather I didn’t, dear,’ I replied with a laugh. ‘I suppose you have no idea whether she is a virgin or not?’
‘I can’t say!’ Alice replied, blushing a little. ‘I’ve always fancied she was and have treated her as such.’
‘And what sort of treatment is that?’ I queried mischievously, and was proceeding to cross-question Alice when she stopped me by putting her hand over my mouth.
‘Well, we’ll soon find out when we get her here,’ I remarked philosophically, much to her amusement. ‘But, darling, your lessons in the Art of Love are being neglected; let us resume them. There is just time for one—I think you must show me that you haven’t forgotten soixante-neuf!’
Alice blushed prettily, slipped out of my embrace, and soon her cunt was resting on my lips while her gentle hands and mouth busied themselves with my delighted prick and balls! She worked me so deliciously that she made me spend twice in her mouth, by which time I had sucked her completely dry! Then we reluctantly rose to perform the necessary ablutions and resume our clothes.
‘When shall I bring Fanny here, Jack?’ asked Alice as she was saying goodbye to me.
‘Oh! You naughty, lustful, cruel girl!’ I exclaimed with a laugh in which she somewhat shamefacedly joined. ‘When do you think?’
‘Will . . . tomorrow afternoon do?’ she asked, avoiding my eyes.
‘Yes, certainly,’ I replied, kissing her tenderly. ‘Let it be tomorrow afternoon!’ And so we parted.
This is how it came to pass that Alice’s first experiments in Sadique pleasures were to be made on the person of her own maid.
Chapter III
Next afternoon, after seeing that everything was in working order in the Snuggery, I threw open both doors as if carelessly, and taking off my coat as if not expecting any visitors, I proceeded to putter about the room, keeping a vigilant eye on the stairs. Before long, I heard footsteps on the landing but pretended not to know that any one was there till Alice tapped merrily on the door saying, ‘May we come in, Jack?’
‘Good Heavens! Alice?’ I exclaimed in pretended surprise as I struggled hurriedly to get into my coat. ‘Come in! How do you do? Where have you dropped from?’
‘We’ve been shopping—this is my maid, Jack’—(I bowed and smiled, receiving in return a distinctly pert and not too respectful nod from Fanny)—‘and as we were close by, I thought I would take the chance of finding you in and take that enlargement if it is ready.’
By this time I had struggled into my coat. ‘It’s quite ready,’ I replied. ‘I’ll go and get it, and I don’t know why those doors should stand so unblushingly open,’ I added with a laugh.
Having closed them, noiselessly locking them, I disappeared into the alcove I used for myself, and pretended to search for the enlargement—my real object being to give Alice a chance of letting Fanny know the nature of the room. Instinctively she divined my idea, and I heard her say, ‘This is the room I was telling you about, Fanny—look at the double doors, the padded walls, the rings, the pillars, the hanging pulley straps! Isn’t it queer?’
Fanny looked about her with evident interest. ‘It is a funny room, Miss! And what are those little places for?’ she asked, pointing to the two alcoves.
‘We do not know, Fanny,’ Alice replied. ‘Mr. Jack uses them for his photographic work now.’
As she spoke, I emerged with a large print which was to represent the supposed enlargement, and gave it to Alice who at once proceeded to closely examine it.
I saw that Fanny’s eyes were wandering all over the room, and I moved over to her. ‘A strange room Fanny, eh?’ I remarked. ‘Is it not still; no sound from outside can get in, and no noise from inside can get out! That’s a fact; we’ve tested it thoroughly!’
‘Lor,’ Mr. Jack!’ she replied in her forward familiar way, turning her eyes on me in a most audacious and bold way, then resuming her survey of the room.
While she was do
ing so, I hastily inspected her. She was a distinctly pretty girl, tall, slenderly but strongly built, with an exquisitely well-developed figure. A slightly turned-up nose and dark flashing eyes gave her face a saucy look, which her free style of moving accentuated, while her dark hair and rich coloring indicated a warm-blooded and passionate temperament. I easily could understand that Alice, with her gentle ways, was no match for Fanny, and I fancied that I should have my work cut out for me before I got her arms fastened to the pulley ropes.
Alice now moved towards us, print in hand. ‘Thanks awfully, Jack, it’s lovely!’ and she began to roll it up. ‘Now, Fanny, we must be off!’
‘Don’t bother about the print, I’ll send it after you,’ I said. ‘And where are you off to now?’
‘Nowhere in particular,’ she replied. ‘We’ll look at the shops and the people. Good-bye, Jack!’
‘One moment,’ I interposed. ‘You were talking the other day about some perfection of a lady’s maid that you didn’t want to lose’—(Fanny smiled complacently)—‘but whose tantrums and ill tempers were getting to be more than you could stand.’ (Fanny here began to look angry.) ‘Somebody suggested that you should give her a good spanking’—(Fanny assumed a contemptuous air)—‘or, if you couldn’t manage it yourself, you should get someone to do it for you!’ (Fanny here glared at me.) ‘Is this the young lady?’
Alice nodded, with a curious glance at Fanny, who was now evidently getting into one of her passions.
‘Well, as you’ve nothing to do this afternoon, and she happens to be here, and this room is so eminently suitable for the purpose, shall I take the young woman in hand for you and teach her a lesson?’
Before Alice could reply, Fanny with a startled exclamation darted to the door, evidently bent on escape, but in spite of her vigorous twists of the handle, the door refused to open, for the simple reason that, unnoticed by her, I had locked it. Instantly divining that she was a prisoner, she turned hurriedly ’round to watch our movements, but she was too late! With a quickness learned on the football field, I was onto her and pinned her arms to her sides in a grip that she could not break out of, despite her frantic struggles. ‘Let me go! Let me go, Mr. Jack!’ she screamed. I simply chuckled as I knew I had her safe now! I had to exert all my strength and skill, for she was extraordinarily strong and her furious rage added to her power, but in spite of her desperate resistance, I forced her to the hanging pulleys where Alice was eagerly waiting for us. With astonishing quickness she made fast the ropes to Fanny’s wrists and set the machinery going—and in a few seconds the surprised girl found herself standing erect with her arms dragged up taut over her head!
‘Well done, Jack!’ exclaimed Alice, as she delightedly surveyed the still struggling Fanny! The latter was indeed a lovely subject of contemplation, as with heaving bosom, flushed cheeks, and eyes that sparkled with rage, she stood panting, endeavoring to get back her breath, while her agitated fingers vainly strove to get her wrists free from the pulley ropes. We watched her in victorious silence, waiting for the outbursts of wrathful fury that we felt would come as soon she was able to speak!
It soon came! ‘How dare you, Mr. Jack!’ Fanny burst out as she flashed her great piercing eyes at us, her whole body trembling with anger. ‘How dare you treat me like this? Let me loose at once, or, as sure as I am alive, I’ll have the law on you and also on that mealy-mouthed smooth-faced demure hypocrite who calls herself my mistress. Indeed! She who looks on while a poor girl is vilely treated and won’t raise a finger to help her! Let me go at once, Mr. Jack! and I’ll promise to say and do nothing; but my God!’—(here her voice became shrill with overpowering rage)—‘my God! if you don’t, I’ll make it hot for the pair of you when I get out!’ And she glared at us in her impotent fury.
‘Your Mistress has asked me to give you a lesson, Fanny,’ I replied calmly, ‘and I’m going to do so! The sooner you recognize how helpless you really are, and submit yourself to us, the sooner it will be over; but if you are foolish enough to resist, you’ll have a long doing and a bad time! Now, if I let you loose, will you take your clothes off quietly?’
‘My God! No!’ she cried indignantly, but, in spite of herself she blushed vividly! ‘Then we’ll take them off for you!’ was my cool reply. ‘Come along, Alice, you understand girl’s clothes. You undo them and I’ll get them off somehow!’
Quickly Alice sprang up, trembling with excitement, and together we approached Fanny, who shrieked defiance and threats at us in her impotent fury as she struggled desperately to get free. But, as soon as she felt Alice’s fingers unfastening her garments, her rage changed to horrible apprehension, and as one by one they slipped off her, she began to realize how helpless she was! ‘Don’t, Miss!’ she ejaculated pitifully. ‘My God! Stop her, sir!’ she pleaded, the use of these more respectful terms of address sufficiently proclaiming her changed attitude. But we were obdurate, and soon Fanny stood with nothing but her chemise left on, her shoes and stockings having been dragged off her at the special request of Alice, whose uncontrolled enjoyment of the work of stripping her maid was delicious to witness.
She now took command of operations. Pointing to a chair just in front of Fanny she exclaimed: ‘Sit there, Jack, and watch Fanny as I take off her last garments.’
‘For God’s sake, Miss, don’t strip me naked!’ shrieked Fanny, who seemed to expect that she would be left in her chemise and to whom the sudden intimation that she was to be exposed naked came with an appalling shock! ‘Oh, sir! For God’s sake, stop her!’ she cried, appealing to me as she saw me take my seat right in front of her and felt Alice’s fingers begin to undo the shoulder-strap fastenings which alone kept her scanty garments on her. ‘Miss Alice! . . . Miss Alice! don’t! . . . for God’s sake, don’t,’ she screamed in a fresh outburst of dismay as she felt her vest slip down her body to her feet and knew now her only covering was about to follow. In despair she tugged frantically at the ropes which made her arms so absolutely helpless, her agitated, quivering fingers betraying her mental agony! ‘Steady, Fanny, steady!’ exclaimed Alice to her struggling maid as she proceeded to unfasten the chemise, her eyes gleaming with lustful cruelty.
‘Now, Jack!’ she said warningly, then let go, stepping back a pace, herself the better to observe the effect! Down swept the chemise, and Fanny stood stark naked!
‘Oh! Oh!’ she wailed, crimson with shame, her face hidden on her bosom which now was wildly heaving in agitation. It was a wonderful spectacle!—in the foreground Fanny, naked, helpless, in an agony of shame—in the background but close to her was Alice, exquisitely costumed and hatted, gloating over the sight of her maid’s absolute nudity, her eyes intently fixed on the gloriously luscious curves of Fanny’s hips, haunches, and bottom! I managed to catch her eye and motioned to her to come sit on my knees that we might, in each other’s close company, study her maid’s naked charms, which were so reluctantly being exhibited to us. With one long, last look she obeyed my summons. As she seated herself on my knees she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me rapturously, whispering, ‘Jack! Isn’t she delicious?’ I nodded smiling, then in turn muttered in her ear, ‘And how do you like the game, dear?’
Alice blushed divinely. A strange languishing voluptuous half-wanton, half-cruel look came into her eyes. Placing her lips carefully on mine, she gave me three long-drawn-out kisses, the significance of which I could not possibly misunderstand, then whispered almost hoarsely, ‘Jack, let me do all the . . . torturing and be content this time, with . . . fucking Fanny . . . and me, too, darling!’
‘She’s your maid, and so-to-speak your property, dear,’ I replied softly, ‘so arrange matters just as you like. I’ll leave it all to you and won’t interfere unless you want me to do anything.’
She kissed me gratefully, then turned her eyes on Fanny, who during this whispered conference had been standing trembling, her face still hidden from us, her legs pressed closely against each
other as if to shield her cunt as much as possible from our sight.
I saw Alice’s eyes wander over Fanny’s naked body with evident pleasure, dwelling first on her magnificent lines and curves, then on her lovely breasts, and finally on the mass of dark curling moss-like hair that covered her cunt.
She was a most deliciously voluptuous girl, one calculated to excite Alice to the utmost pitch of lust of which she was capable, and while secretly regretting that my share in the process of taming Fanny was to be somewhat restricted, I felt that I would enjoy the rare opportunity of seeing how a girl, hitherto chaste and well-mannered, would yield to her sexual instincts and passions when she had, placed at her absolute disposal, one of her own sex in a state of absolute nakedness!
Presently Alice whispered to me, ‘Jack, I’m going to feel her!’ I smiled and nodded. Fanny must have heard her, for as Alice rose, she for the first time raised her head and cried in fear, ‘No, Miss, please, Miss, don’t touch me!’ and again she vainly strained at her fastenings, her face quivering and flushed with shame. But disregarding her maid’s piteous entreaties, Alice passed behind her, then kneeling down began to stroke Fanny’s bottom, a hand to each cheek!
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