"I reached up and grabbed her earlobe and pulled her out of the parlor and up the steps, and then up the narrower steps to the attic. Her resistance was mocking, but then, she had not felt my hand yet and could afford to resist.
"Once we were in the attic I commanded her, 'Undress at once, and be quick about it!'
"Those full lips formed a self-indulgent pout and I snapped the object you'd sent me in the air, which got her attention.
"Slowly she began removing her clothing. I watched as she unbuttoned the suit jacket, one button at a time. The pressure against that heavy fabric from her breasts made it part further with each button. Beneath I watched as the sheer blouse came further into view, and the swell of breasts.
"Once the jacket had been unbuttoned completely, she removed it. Now I could see those breasts with their firm nipples through the thin white cotton, swelled over the top of a white corset, seemingly eager to be sucked. I must say, that was a pretty sight indeed.
"I cracked the leather again, letting her know I was in no mood for this snail's pace.
"She unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide down to the floor. A peculiar bulge beneath the petticoats caught my eye, and I said, 'Off with those.'
"She slid the petticoats down one at a time, tantalizingly slowly, until all three had fallen to the floor and what lay beneath was exposed.
"Well, Victor, I was flabbergasted. Ripe breasts swelling over the top of the corset and two erect penises jutting out from below the bottom of it! And that red hair at the crotch! Again, all I could manage was a feeble, 'My.'
"Crea had a smirk on her face, as though displaying herself was much to her liking. Since it pleased both of us, I pulled over a chair and sat down. 'I shall enjoy this entertainment in a relaxed manner,' I told her. 'And entertain me you shall.'
"This, of course, brought another smile to her lips, more full and open-mouthed. I saw her tongue dart out and ride those thick lips and I imagined tasting it. Of course, there would be time later.
"She now wore only her corset, the white woollen stockings rolled with garters, her black boots and that black hat with the red feather attached. No bloomers whatsoever. This I pointed out to her. 'Be you lady or gentleman, you will not again venture out of doors without your bloomers. Is that understood?'
"'Yes, Mistress Elizabeth.'
"'You have not been in my home for an hour and already you have shown yourself insolent on several counts. Do you think I should simply put up with such misbehavior?'
"'Oh no, Mistress Elizabeth. Our Masters would not, and we do not expect you should either, although you are a woman and perhaps will be more lenient.'
"I snapped the leather hard in the air. The sharp sound rippled through her body. I watched both cocks tremble in excitement. 'We shall hear no more about your masters, for they are gone. You are here now, under my charge. And as far as my being lenient, you will soon learn that it is not in my nature.
My duty is clear: I must discipline you, for apparently your training has been sorely lacking, and fulfill my duty I shall.
"'Yes Mistress,' she said a bit more humbly, although an undercurrent of excitement was clearly in her tone.
"'Alright, then, over the knee at once!'
"I had learned this no-nonsense approach from Miss Heidi, to whom I shall be forever grateful.
"The command worked like a tonic, rejuvenating Crea's mood. Eagerly, it seemed to me, she came to my right side and crouched down, then crawled across my lap.
"As she did so, she rubbed her breasts along my thighs.
Would that I had been naked! I longed to remove my own clothing, but this first time I wished her to know who was in command here, so I stayed dressed.
"Crea is exceptionally tall and her elbows and knees rested on the floor. Her derriere, though, was properly positioned; obviously she had been in this position before. I felt both penises pressed against the inside of my left thigh, their heat, their determination.
"Before proceeding, I needed to investigate her possibilities. I ran my hand over the broad, masculine shoulders, down her back, and my palm rounded her juicy plump bottom cheeks. Her legs parted slightly in invitation. I slid my forefinger slowly down her crack to her anus. The moment I touched that hole it seemed to open like lips parting to allow insertion of a tongue or penis.
"I entered her anus an inch or so only. Her head reared back and her bottom lifted higher into the air. 'That's enough!' I ordered sharply. 'You shall remain still until I have given you permission to move.'
"'Yes, Mistress,' came the submissive reply.
"I felt cantankerous for some reason, and kept my finger just inside her anus for a long time, wiggling it a bit, teasing her. The heat surrounding it increased, as did the pressure. I began to detect an odor and recognized it as feminine juices.
"When I removed my finger, it was quickly. She moaned, and tried to stifle it and the quivering in her bottom. 'I'm adding this disobedience to my list,' I assured her.
"Beneath that bottom hole I was delighted to find a woman's mouth. The slit was large and hot and moist to the touch. This time I used my middle finger and ran it around her vulva many times. The moisture increased, as did the scent. She struggled valiantly to remain still, although I knew the sensations coursing through her body must be very difficult to contain.
"Eventually I inserted my middle finger into her vagina to the second knuckle. I felt her desperation to avoid the natural movement that would follow such penetration increase. Around my finger warm wet folds of skin closed. I tapped against them from all directions and, like lips, they contracted around me further. At the front of her vagina, where the inner skin is smooth, I rubbed that spot of pleasure like a match striking a flint, until I felt her flintstone cooking beneath my fingers.
"Crea showed remarkable restraint, and silently I thanked her makers for a job well done, although I would not tell her this.
"Now the juices virtually flowed from her cunny. When I had her hot and bothered, I withdrew. This time she could not contain her feelings, and cried out, 'Oh Mistress!'
"'One more black mark,' I assured her, as though I'd added another tick in a ledger of her crimes.
"From there I moved down between her legs and grasped the first set of testicles. They were hard and high, filled with pleasant juices. I manipulated them for a time, then went further to the enormous cock I had seen when she first undressed.
It stood stiff and ready, hot, skin taut, veins prominent, a drop of moisture lying at the tip. I fondled him for several minutes, which I think drove Crea crazy. Secretly I wished to taste him, as I had longed to drink in her cunny juices. As you know, Victor, restraint is as difficult for the one who dominates as it is for the one who submits. I managed, just barely, but she could not contain herself and moaned forlornly. I assured her that such moaning would cost her in the end.
"Finally I found that second cock. Although smaller by far, he was not small by ordinary standards. The testicles there were difficult to fondle —they seemed not apart from but imbedded in the skin, with pieces of metal holding them in place. This cock, too, seemed receptive and I gave him his due, using my hand to ride up and down the shaft like a tube encasing him. He bulged merrily, loving the attention.
"Crea was beyond herself now. All restraint had gone by the wayside. When I ceased touching her, she emitted the most piteous groan.
"'Your restraint is on the one hand remarkable, and on the other wanting. You need the finer points of submission impressed upon you, Miss, and that's a fact. Are you prepared for your lessons to commence?'
"'Yes, Mistress Elizabeth.'
"'And do you see the need for correction?'
"'Oh yes, Mistress, for we have failed you.'
"'Indeed you have, Miss, but you shall do better next time. My stick shall ensure that.'
"Here her bottom trembled in anticipation.
"I examined the leather cane you sent me, Victor, swinging it through the air so that it made that te
rrifying whooshing sound until I thought the air might have been sliced into sections. I tapped the cane against my palm, then a bit harder. It produced a nice bite, similar to that of a bamboo rod, with the refined burn of a strap. I knew instantly that it was made of strips and strips of sewn leather, a cane within a cane, within a cane. I'd learned about such tools from Gilles, and was delighted to own one. Victor, you are a lamb!
"I grabbed the hair visible at the front of her head and forced her head back so that our eyes met. 'Now, Miss, you shall beg for your supper.'
"She took to the metaphor instantly.
"'Mistress Elizabeth, please, ma'am, use your rod of instruction liberally on us, for we have need of correction. And Mistress, we beg you, do not spare the rod, else you shall spoil us further.'
"'I have no intention of sparing the rod,' I reassured her, to which she replied,
"'Oh, thank you Mistress Elizabeth.' She grabbed my left hand and kissed it lovingly.
"'Enough!' I said, pulling my hand away. After all, we could go on and on verbally and waste the day. 'As I tan you, I expect a word of thanks now and again. Is that understood?'
"'Yes, Mistress,' she said quickly, and I began.
"That first stroke of the leather cane on her bottom fell hard, for I was excited, and my hand eager to produce results. Crea did not disappoint me. Her bottom jumped into the air, and a gasp escaped her lips. Her double cocks jabbed against my inner thigh. I think she expected something softer from a woman. And yet have I not had a wealth of experience?
"She turned her head, wisps of black hair escaping the prison of that hat and lying across her now damp cheek. She looked at me with tears welling in her eyes. 'Thank you so much, Mistress Elizabeth. We are in your debt.'
"I lay the leather cane on religiously now, whacking her fanny mercilessly while she hopped on my lap. Those penises jabbing into my leg inspired me.
"The cane left bright red lines across those fleshy cheeks. At first I simply walloped her hard, the lines falling indiscriminately. I was having such a good time, my own cunny juices flowing, that I simply did not pay much attention to what patterns I was creating.
"Finally, though, I noticed that I had colored mostly the middle of the cheeks, and left the top and bottom without marks to speak of.
"I bent a little to the side and whipped the spot where the leg meets the heinie, in that crease. Crea danced a new step now. Her cunny was slick with juices, and the lower set of balls tightened and reddened considerably.
"I beat her there until her sobs rang throughout the attic, then I switched to the top of her ass. The sound of the cane, the feel of the hot leather in my hand and the tension of my muscles as they swung the rod, the sobs and moans and 'thank yous', those plump cheeks submitting to me so eagerly, the tart-sweet scent of her sex, all of it was highly erotic to me and I soon found myself overcome.
"'I should punish you further, and shall, but for the moment I have other desire. You will mount me from behind, using the larger of your cocks to enter my anus.'
"I think had I not been a virgin in my other place, I should have wanted both of them inside me. But I am saving myself for you, my love, and Crea's biggest member would more than satisfy me, of that I had no doubt.
"I lifted my skirt, pulled down my drawers, and knelt on the floor. She took up a position behind me. That enormous cock paused at my opening momentarily while she inquired, 'Mistress Elizabeth, we exist but to please you. How do you wish to be entered?'
"Well, I'd never had anyone ask me that before. I was tempted to say, 'As you like', yet felt my position of authority would be compromised. 'You shall enter me deep, and quickly. I expect you to fuck my bottom until I climax. And, Miss, you are not to climax before I do.'
"'Indeed, Mistress, we have been taught to not climax with this phallus at all. Rest assured, your wish shall be fulfilled.'
"With that, her enormous cock rammed into my bottom, jolting me. I had never felt the like. It was so much larger than any I'd experience, including yours, sweet Victor, although size is not everything, as we women know.
"Crea went in so deep I felt she had reached my stomach.
I could only wait on my hands and knees, submitting to that giant, and receiving all that it offered me.
"She withdrew almost completely, then rushed in again. I could feel the other cock sliding along the crack between my sweaty ass cheeks. My mind failed me completely. I felt entirely under her control. This procedure was repeated again and again, punishing my poor rectum in the most deliberate and delicious manner. It did not take many strokes for my hole to lose control completely.
"I contracted sharply around that phallus, again and again, crying and screaming out my pleasure. It seemed to be endless, which was the perfect length of time for an orgasm to extend. Eventually, though, my contractions ceased and I became aware once again of the room, the birds outside chirping, the scent of lilac in the air.
"We remained as we were, I on my hands and knees, Crea imbedded deep inside me, awaiting my full recovery.
"Once I'd revived and permitted her to withdraw, we both dressed and I showed her to the bedroom adjacent to mine. She had no baggage, and I suggested we take a trip into town that afternoon, for she would need several changes of clothing.
"She drew me a bath and while I soaked, Crea massaged my breasts, rubbing and twisting them until I orgasmed again.
"Victor, what can I say? She is delightful. I know that our encounters will be many and enormously rewarding for both of us. You are a darling. I can never thank you enough. Of course I await your arrival this fall with eagerness on many scores."
I folded the letter and placed it in my pocket. My cock was hard. The picture she had painted had been vivid to me.
On the one hand, I was more than pleased that Crea had worked out so well. Elizabeth was happy, and more importantly, distracted until we could be together. But the fact that my love was being plowed by my creation I found worrisome. Of course, I had expected Elizabeth would take this route. That was why I had worked so diligently with Crea to make certain she would not climax. And my work seemed to have paid off. And yet I felt oddly disconcerted. Crea was functioning properly. She received the rod willingly and gained much pleasure from it, as much as Elizabeth enjoyed applying it. Crea provided the sexual stimulation Elizabeth craved without needing reciprocation. Why, then, did I feel uneasy?
I reread the letter and could find nothing there to identify from whence my dis-ease originated. I did, however, ejaculate in my trousers. That should have been enough to calm me, but it wasn't.
I hurried towards the laboratory, hoping that Henry was not making use of the machine in the basement. We had both discovered that the need to be restrained had virtually disappeared. We could, in fact, position ourselves properly and wind the clock for whatever length of time we liked. Many days when my studies had wearied me, I found that a session of an hour or two in the bowels of the professors house was as refreshing as a Turkish steam bath. And now that the machine possessed two hands which could be adjusted, one could have both cheeks attended to simultaneously, or alternatingly.
Fortunately the machine was free and I set it up to my specifications of the moment —alternating cheek and cheek. Thoughts and worries about Elizabeth and Crea quickly dissipated into a cloud of pleasurable pain.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Letters came regularly over the summer from Elizabeth, each following closely on the heels of the one before, all detailing the Mistress/Slave relationship that was developing. Elizabeth had taken to one side of the equation, it seemed, like a duck to water, which made me happy for I felt she would get into less trouble that way. The family had welcomed Crea, and accepted her as Elizabeth's dear friend, with the "peculiar pronoun problem", as mother had confided to Elizabeth. All seemed to be going according to plan.
Early August another letter arrived from my darling.
I sat perspiring in the library, although the windows were open, a
nd read it slowing, for I had learned to savor the details of Elizabeth's experiences with Crea. They were stimulating, to say the least.
Elizabeth began by assuring me that Crea was a never-ending source of pleasure, and discovery.
"Every day I unearth new and exciting possibilities with her," she wrote. "Today I learned that Crea has both the capacity to give as well as receive pleasure. Before our outing, I'd found her ability to satisfy herself limited. But still, I thought, what a remarkable creation. I expect I might have built her differently, had I your expertise, Victor. It is lost on me why you did not imbue her with the ability to climax. And yet today I discovered that you had kept the best for me to find on my own."
I sat bolt upright, forgetting about the heat. "We spent a wonderful afternoon picnicking and boating on the lake. The weather was fine indeed, not a cloud in the sky, and the shores deserted, as always. We both stripped to our birthday suits and lay in the hull quite naked, allowing the sun to scorch those parts that are forbidden by convention from experiencing warming solar rays.
"Crea's skin heals remarkably fast —I'm envious. It has only been two days since her last thrashing and there is not a mark on her, as though that most recent caning had never taken place. I myself, at least in the past, wore my stripes well and long, if you will recall. But since Crea's arrival, I have even forsaken the spanking machine, and in the brilliant sunshine my derriere lay white and vulnerable.
"Oh, and Victor, before I forget, that leather cane you sent me? I find it invaluable. It is so easy to use, and I love the feel of it in my hand. Equally, I adore the look of her bottom stripped with lovely red marks. I'm getting quite proficient at placing them where I want, as you shall see and feel when you return next month.
"In any event, this afternoon I was sorely tempted to redden her creamy bottom cheeks anew, and yet I so wanted to test her boundaries.
"I'd brought along a large oval hairbrush —the one your mother gave me last Christmas. 'To help your crowning glory shine,' she'd said, as I recall. I decided that my crowning glory was in the eye of the beholder, and a shine might be just the thing I needed. Besides, it was a perfect opportunity for me to see how Crea functioned at the other side of the stick, as it were.
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