No one seemed to notice Juliette’s language or insinuation, as the man replied: “I don’t force her. She goes to her knees willingly, sucks like a glutton and swallows promptly. The slut shows promise and I’m quite certain will excel herself, given regular and graduated encouragement through flagellation. You are quite right, Claudia dear. The girl should be subjected to constant sex, quite apart from whipping. All the more so in the light of what Gemma reports - Verena must be weaned away from this relentless masturbation she practises. Gemma tells me the girl drives herself half-crazy, writhing and heaving on her bed. Even after being whipped and having come already under the scourge.”
“There’s nothing amiss in her frigging, Mishka,” Claudia declared, “Only let her do it before us, I’m sure, darling, you wouldn’t object to a hardened dominant like me dealing with your ward. You’ll be the first to taste the morsel when I’ve prepared it.” Her lover laughed, kissed her hand and surrendered.
Juliette sat bemused. There was no doubt. Mikhail had this time picked a genuine, determined dominant, just like herself.
She looked into Claudia’s blue eyes that changed to violet under the veil of night; the eyes were, she felt, both cold and hard as sapphires and yet smouldering with flickering lust. She saw that it was time to go.
Before separating into the two cars awaiting them on the water’s edge, Juliette turned to the fair-haired woman, now holding her lover’s arm.
“Claudia, this has been a magical evening. I insist on seeing you again, my dear. Who knows, maybe I have a few hints you might find precious? Call me before or after I go to Rome..” She slipped a visiting card into Claudia’s hand. “You are always welcome to come and watch my darling Tansu in session when Marcus and I are in town.” Once again she kissed her on the mouth with undisguised affection which Claudia reciprocated. Juliette would be very useful. Then the cars moved off softly.
“I like your friend, Mishka,” Claudia said as Antoine drove them over the Seine. “She rounded off my day!” She reached into Mikhail’s crotch, feeling the cock shaft hardening, thrusting obediently into her grasp as her own sex began to throb amid the seepages. Shifting on the leather, she pulled up her dress to remind her lover that she wore nothing whatsoever over the matted auburn triangle with its jutting clit and carefully shaved labia below. She was ready and had been for nearly an hour, barely able to restrain her flow. Yet she refrained from touching her craving erection between the hairs.
Hastily they entered the sleeping building by the river, panting with want.
The great bedroom had been made ready by Gemma, the black sheets turned back and a leather-strapped gag placed beside the pillow - should her employers need it.
Several lighted candles threw the shadows of the two tearing off their clothes. Then Claudia stretched her pale, trembling limbs out to the corners of the bed, her hips raised on pillows, the flanges of her sex fluttering almost imperceptibly as they parted and gaped; above her, the man’s thick, congested length of meat throbbed, a thread of bright liquid joining its slit to the woman’s indrawn belly.
“Mishka, tie me down ...if you want to,” Claudia whispered hoarsely, “and take me as you fuck that slave of ours across the corridor. One one condition...”
She was interrupted by Mikhail searching among the cords and sex accessories in the cabinet. “Strange. Plenty of short ones. The long thongs seem to be missing.”
Claudia responded quickly, unhesitatingly. “Use my stockings, darling, and take some more from the drawer. Tie me tight!” Her man spread-eagled her nudity and began to bind her to the corner posts; there was little he liked more than a beautiful woman straining in bondage. The stricter the better.
Almost breathless with need, Claudia lifted her head, shaking the strands of golden hair from her eyes. “Promise to give me a free hand with this little bitch. You’re too lenient with her. Give her to me to work on.”
As he tightened the nylon round the left ankle, Mikhail would have given her half Paris. “Do what you like with her... whatever you want...” And he bent his erection downwards to friction the labia for a moment until his mistress was imploring, begging for pity. Then he plunged in deep; Claudia moaned with relief. She resisted for as long as she could before scuttling her frail defences to welcome the clotted onrush. She orgasmed massively once and rode out the storm, sensing every knotted vein along the straining penis rippling within her pulsing vagina; the secondary waves of climax broke over her again and again. How could the man keep up the fucking like this? she wondered, as she always did before receiving the answer: the jets of scalding semen slogged against her cervix; they never seemed to end. Then she collapsed, still arched and sweating, over the soiled pillows.
Claudia lay awake after Mishka had released her, pondering the favourable events of the day. She would enslave the sensational slut and abase her to the level of Juliette’s Tansu; then train her relentlessly - absolutely relentlessly - to the level of a body slave before the girl could comprehend what was happening to her. Yes, I must stir myself, Claudia decided. Starting tomorrow, yes... yes... strike while the branding iron’s hot... and sensuously gathering up Mikhail’s balls into her moist, tacky grasp she fell asleep.
Chapter Three
During the week that followed the dinner with Juliette, Claudia and Mikhail spent a great deal of their time considering the problem Verena’s presence at home was causing to the household. In between beatings, still administered by her guardian for the moment, she spent most of her day in reverie or moroseness, brooding in her room. Only when her tutor was present, did she manifest interest. Mikhail decided to question the teacher on one of her thrice-weekly visits, they needed to know how things stood between the girls before proceeding with Verena. He suggested that Claudia speak with both girls.
It was after her siesta when Claudia decided broach the matter using, as a pretext for intruding, the redecoration of Verena’s suite and the best colour for the new drapes. As there was no sound from within, Claudia tapped lightly and entered. What she saw stopped her quite still, her hand grasping the curved, bronze doorknob. Her knuckles were white with the pressure; her spine had straightened.
The sheets had been ripped off the king-size bed, pillows thrown over the floor in disorder and in the shuttered half-light of the late afternoon the room seemed to swelter with heat and odours. Marina and Verena lay naked, entangled in a glistening contortion of sweating flesh, the tow-headed elder girl’s face crushed against Verena’s black fleece and the viscous vermillion gash of her sex. Verena was moaning between Marina’s thighs, straining to keep level with the frantic licking, sucking and distension of her own cunt. Reversed over her, Marina’s crotch was above the girl’s mouth; Claudia could see that Verena was beyond recall, about to collapse into the boiling cauldron of her orgasm.
Both females were heaving in the crater of some Stromboli, in the surging lava of an Etna within each other’s loins. Claudia could only think of volcanic images, of magma, of steaming, viscid extract slithering from the cunts and mouths. She let it happen.
The affection linking pupil and tutor, to judge by the slick bodies jerking and thrashing on the bed, was not just sexual; Claudia knew that from experience. Moreover, both girls were running an enormous risk but probably considered their love was worth it.
They realized they were no longer alone when Claudia closed the door and took a step into the room. Marina was the first to gather herself together; she swung off Verena and sat, panting, on the edge of the bed. Without trying to conceal her sex, she stared at the intruder, at the same time taking Verena’s hand in her own. Claudia perched herself on the arm of leather chair and crossed her arms.
“I see,” she remarked softly. “So, this is what is termed a refresher course! I think, Marina, you’d do best to get dressed and leave.”
“No! Claudia, no! Please, I beg of you,” Verena cried. She had lif
ted herself up on to her elbow. “Don’t you see, Claudia, we’re in love?” Her voice was trembling pathetically.
“It’s true,” was all Marina could muster. But she walked calmly towards her clothes lying crumpled on the carpets and began to dress.
“Well, perhaps,” Claudia replied, “but it comes as something of a surprise, Marina. You were not engaged, you know, to suck the living guts out of your pupil. You’re here to educate her, if that’s possible.” She paused, irresolute as to what exactly to do in the absence of her lover. Things had gone much further than anyone realised. “Well, we’ll see what the Master has to say. Come back on Monday after we’ve had the chance to discuss the situation. Believe me, Marina,” Claudia added archly, “I’ve nothing against lesbian affairs but surely not in working hours. And stark naked.” Recklessly naked.”
She watched the woman dress neatly and meticulously.
Her body was slender, almost athletic, the arms dusted with golden down not unlike Claudia’s own; the pubic growth, far from covering the tidy triangle, flourished as a narrow swathe of bright, thick hair, now flattened and sodden with discharge. The breasts were relatively small but sharp, crowned with ample nipples still erect from excitement; as Marina leaned forwards to slip into her high-heeled shoes, Claudia stared, fascinated at the pleasing droop of the extraordinarily white breast-flesh beneath the blouse. Yes, they were tempting; they would throttle well at the base. Then, as the girl drew up her slip, the neat, round buttocks fitted in perfectly, positioned trimly and firmly above the thighs and leading down to well-proportioned legs and ankles that lent the whole body a balance Claudia herself envied.
When the girl’s blue-green eyes turned to her, the flushed cheeks on either side of the pretty nose made Claudia study the face closely - something she had never done on the previous encounters; the lips were sensuous, gleaming as she moistened them with the tip of her tongue. In her attractive, whorled ears there were tiny golden rings. She had liked the way in which the older girl had endorsed the love binding the pair; the female had spirit and seemed to display not the least sense of guilt at being found buried between her lover’s thighs. Claudia had expected her to be crestfallen but the frank, open features merely indicated mild surprise. Her composure, under the circumstances, intrigued Claudia. Yet there was a trace of fear somewhere, fear mixed with ductile compliancy. What if this female too was basically amenable to the whip?
Marina stepped over to the bed to take her companion into her arms. Then she kissed her passionately on the mouth. “It was as marvellous as ever, darling. It’s just such a pity we can’t be left in peace. Take care of your precious self whatever happens. On Monday, we’ll see.”
As if the mistress of the house were not three paces away, Verena hugged the girl.
“Oh, Marina, I love you. You were exquisite again. I’ve never, never come like that. Never! Don’t ever leave me. Claudia and Mikhail understand love. They’re madly in love too. Whatever happens, don’t abandon me now. If you do, I’ll let them kill me.”
As she passed Claudia, still seated and dumbfounded, Marina stopped.
“I suppose you’ll whip her for this, as you usually do,” she said, without animosity.
“Probably.”
“Well, it’s me you should whip. Or at least let me share it. Because we have made love every time I’ve come here. You two can do what you like to me - the same as you do to Verena. You’ll never make me leave her. If we have to we’ll leave together.”
The threat of them stealing away from the Quai scared Claudia; two months earlier she might have welcomed it but to risk anything at this delicate juncture was an ominous challenge. She would have to negotiate carefully.
“Oh, Marina dear, let’s not become dramatic, please! I’m sure there is a way of settling all this pleasantly. Let me talk to the Master in my own way.”
With this concession, Marina nodded and left. They heard Gemma closing the door.
Claudia gazed at the fabulous naked body on the bed, noting the scarred rump was healing fast. No, she would let nothing allow the girl to escape her grasp, least of all now that events were crystallizing so promisingly.
“Well, I must say, Verenka, this is a surprise. A pair of little milkmaids tossing each other off in bed in the middle of the afternoon! If only you had told me, you silly darling! But, you see, as a potential body slave, you can’t do this sort of thing without the consent of your Master and your loving Mistress.” To make her stipulation clear, she sat down beside the girl and caressed the weals over the left buttock, as if to underline her point. “I don’t know how Mishka is going to react. You’ll certainly get a double flogging for this anyway, my dear. And, I should add, in new surroundings, which will be very different from those you have been used to. You see, you have to be educated both in mind and body. There’s no other way and also it provides us with great pleasure, as you know.” She paused. “Of course, Verenka, if Marina shared the sexual duties you carry out...” She was aware she was treading on thin ice, so she added: “But she would be very averse to living in a household that carries out whippings, leave alone participating by sharing it with you, Verenka.
“How do you know?” The girl summoned up all her mettle to question her mistress. “She would share anything with me as long as we can stay together and make love together. She will accept a great deal, Claudia. She told me so.”
“Did she, indeed! Tell me more.”
“We’ve discussed it, Claudia. She knows I get whipped. She tends to my welts just as Gemma does and she admits they excite her as they excite me. She’s not used to the crop but for me she’ll put up with it. Oh, dearest Claudia, you and Mishka won’t prevent us from seeing each other and making love, will you? Say you won’t, Claudia.”
“It rather depends on Mishka, doesn’t it, sweetheart? We expect you to love and respect us, Verenka, but as the body slave we have decided you shall be henceforward, you must obey. And having lesbian fun with one’s tutor without permission is hardly obedience, is it?”
The girl rolled over on the bed, displaying to the full her startling pair of whipped buttocks and crying softly. The sight only hardened the blue eyes looking down on the nakedness. The superbly dressed woman rose from the bed and smoothed her pleated skirt over her sleek hips. The progress accomplished astonished her.
“Verenka, I’ll discuss it with Mishka and we’ll see also how Marina reacts, shall we? Only I really can’t imagine a prim private tutor stripping to receive the lash.”
Anxious to reassure the implacable blue eyes, Verena protested that, as far as she knew, her lover, in earlier days before coming to the Quai, had experienced almost everything that Mikhail demanded of her.
“In addition to cunnilingus, as we know. And talking of that,” Claudia went on, “I think it would be most pleasant, Verenka, if you and I had a moment together. I’d like to see how you perform, my sweet slave. Get up and come to my bedroom. We have a clear hour or so before us before drinks, don’t we? You needn’t put on any clothes. Just come as you are, dear.”
On the black sheets, the girl performed as never before, even with Marina. She worked with assurance on the abrupt assignment, bringing her mistress to the primary and then to three rushed, successive secondary orgasms. Claudia was enchanted and generously she masturbated the long, pulsating clit into the sixth spasm Verena had enjoyed that day.
Stroking the dark hair, wet with sweat and discharge of her liquids, the blonde mistress felt constrained to congratulate her slave. This was certainly no beginner.
“Well, I must say, that tongue of yours works wonders. But it still requires a lot of training, like the rest of your body, and we’ll be seeing to that shortly. In the library.”
“Why the library, Claudia?”
“Oh, that’s where you will be whipped from now on. It’s quite special, you’ll see, and I’m certain
you’ll enjoy it even more.”She paused. “By the way, from now on you will address me as ‘Mistress’ and your guardian as ‘Master’. I hope that is clear. The same rules would apply to your little friend if and when she agrees to share in our delights.”
“Oh, Mistress, I’m sure she will!” Verena sought eagerly to confirm the prospect, however vague. Claudia, lying naked and replete, smiled, her pulse quickening again. And she held out the prospect of days and nights with Marina, well worth the occasional flagellation, tied between the library pillars.
“I used to spend hours up on the gallery in the library, browsing,” Verena told her, “among all those wonderful sex and pornographic books... They’re just spellbinding... There was one I especially liked.. She looked down and began to play with her lengthening clit among the black, dripping hair, parting the plump labia ostentatiously. A pleasant, pungent demulcent transposed its odour to Claudia as she watched the delicate fingers sliding absently over the wet, crimson sheen of the vaginal membranes. Her recounting, stimulated by Claudia’s mention of the library, was churning her loins into renewed readiness.
“You see, in the book there was this astoundingly beautiful Venetian woman being sold naked as a slave, along with her serving girl. They were in chains, so lovely and proud. But their owner had not found a buyer...” She stopped and clasped her thighs together to halt the surge descending slowly down the channel of the vagina. Her breath was short and shallow, the nipples hardening on the bulge of the areoles.
“Well, go on.” Claudia urged, “Masturbate your clit while you talk and use the other hand on me. Gently! I’m very tender and raw down there after that rasping tongue of yours. That’s more like it. Smooth and gentle. Don’t forget you’re also a naked slave servicing your Mistress. Now, tell me more.”
“Well, they were taken down to a sort of slave dungeon, to a cellar and bound between huge columns and.. whipped from neck to knees... Then...” The voice had become slightly hoarse as it struggled for words. “Then they were staked out, beautifully naked, and scourged terribly. And afterwards...” Verena was panting; she tried to stay Claudia’s hand that had joined her own between the swollen labia and at the base of the clitoris. Claudia thrust deep and suddenly into the palpitating vagina.
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