Caroline's Realm

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

Part V – Caroline’s Realm

 

 

“Oof,” Harriet mumbled as something hard poked her in the stomach. She blinked her eyes opened and was confused by the darkness surrounding her. As she came more awake, she realized that she was still under the covers of Caroline’s bed. The hard thing poking her must be Caroline’s foot.

 

“Uh, yes, ma’am?” she asked.

 

“Crawl up and pleasure me.”

 

Harriet obeyed with alacrity. The strong smell of Caroline’s pussy made her mouth water. She was amazed that it damped after only a few touches of her tongue. The taste of Caroline’s essence awoke her completely and she focused all her attention on using her newfound skills to pleasure her Mistress.

 

“Good enough,” Caroline finally said. She tossed back the edge of the covers. “Go with Martha for your morning absolution.”

 

Crawling out, Harriet flushed when she saw the empty pot of tea on the lacquer tray. While she had been busy under the covers, the housekeeper had been in the room doing her morning duties. She ducked her head and bent over by the door for Martha to take her to her room.

 

“Oh, discontinue the three point hold until I say otherwise,” Caroline called. “I’ve still got to punish her for coming without permission and I wouldn’t want anything to send her over the edge.”

 

“Got a hair trigger, does she?” Martha quipped as she took hold of Harriet’s upper arm. “I’ll be careful.”

 

Martha rarely spoke to her during the morning routine and today was no different. Harriet obeyed the gestures and tugs and was quickly made presentable. Martha did not make any attempt to dress her.

 

When Harriet raised the corset from its stand, Martha shook her head. “Your not to wear anything today.” Martha put down the brush and asked, “Do you think you can make it to the dining room on your own? I’ve got to get into town and I don’t have time to take you.”

 

“Yes, Mrs. Sims.”

 

“Don’t dawdle. You wouldn’t want to make her any angrier than she already is.”

 

Harriet swallowed. She had hoped that the orgasm she brought Caroline to this morning would make up for the one she had without permission last night. With her heart pounding in her throat, Harriet quickly walked to the dining room.

 

“Oh, good. You’re here,” Caroline called out as she took the morning paper from Max. “I’ve decided on an appropriate punishment. Since you came without permission, I think for today we’ll work on your control.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry that I, uh, disobeyed you,” Harriet apologized.

 

“Well, you’ll learn better over the course of the day. Get up on the table.”

 

Harriet awkwardly clambered up and looked to her cousin for further orders.

 

“Now, come closer and kneel here before me. Spread your knees wider. Wider. Good.”

 

Harriet was completely exposed in this position. Her juices were already visible coating her upper thighs. She had no idea what to do with her hands. This was remedied with Caroline’s next command.

 

“You are to touch yourself until I tell you to stop. Under no circumstances are you to climax nor are you to beg for release.” Caroline spread some preserves on her scone. “Begin now.”

 

Before arriving at Hastings Manor, Harriet had never had the nerve to touch herself. Since her arrival, she had never had the opportunity. Now, she was expected to bring herself off while displayed for all to see in the middle of the dining room.

 

Harriet was almost too petrified to begin. With a slight whimper, she tentatively brought her right hand down over her mound and tickled her fingers through her damp hair.

 

She felt foolish, squatting on the table and running her hand through her folds. She was surprised at how damp she already was.  Using two fingers, she even dared enter herself. Harriet felt so humiliated that she was in such a position yet so desperate to come.

 

She was helpless as a wave of pleasure swept up from her center.

 

“Stop!” Caroline hardly looked up.  She rang for the maid. “Oh, Jenny. Please bring me a towel. I need to protect my table from her slut juices.”

 

“Yes, My Lady.”

 

Her face flaming, Harriet wrapped her arms around her chest and ducked her head to hide behind her bangs.

 

“Oh, since you seem to be forgetful about my directions about you hiding yourself from me, why don’t you start this time by playing with your breasts?”

 

“Ma’am?”

 

“Stroke yourself and pull on those slut nipples. You seemed to enjoy my attention on them last night.”

 

After a few minutes, the first jolts of pleasure were shooting from her breasts to her cunt. She paused when Jenny returned with a tea towel that she folded and put in place. Jenny was very careful not to touch Harriet as she performed her task. Her time in the larder servicing the other staff was still very fresh in her mind.

 

“Open yourself,” Caroline requested.

 

Harriet eagerly moved her left hand to display herself at her cousin’s command and used her other hand to rub herself briskly.

 

Her arousal level quickly built and she was panting and thrusting her hips into her hand in no time at all. It took everything she had to obey the order to halt. Caroline directed to her begin again as soon as she stopped panting uncontrollably.

 

She was a shaking mess by the time Caroline finished her meal and directed her to take her usual position in front of the desk. Harriet had a terrible time concentrating on her typing. The burning need between her legs had her ripping page after page from the carriage with numerous misspellings.

 

For a while, Caroline found the display amusing. Eventually, the obvious signs of arousal triggered her own. Calling Harriet over, she lifted her gown.

 

“Get busy, Harriet. You need to get back to work. I’m still expecting fifty perfect pages by the end of the day, you know.”

 

Harriet was torn. She wanted so badly to pleasure her demanding Mistress but her need and her fear about completing her day’s task fractured her concentration. A sharp tug on her hair brought her attention back and she was able to sigh in relief as Caroline sent her back to her desk.

 

That day and next several seemed to fly by. Harriet spent the time in a haze as she was trained sexually. Caroline gave her plenty of lessons on how best to give her pleasure. Harriet passed many a happy hour on her knees worshipping at the altar.

 

Unfortunately, she also passed many a not-so-happy hour aching with desire, as she continued to disappoint Caroline with climaxing without permission. Slowly, she learned ways to hold off her own pleasure until Caroline allowed her to experience it.

 

Finally, the week was at an end and Harriet was waiting for Caroline to do a final read through of her typing of an Indian tale of lust and power between a woman Raj and her consorts. She was lightly stroking Caroline’s ankles with her fingertips.

 

“That feels good and reminds me of something,” Caroline said, ringing the bell. She asked Martha to send Claire up to her room.

 

“What? Why?” asked Harriet.

 

“She gives excellent foot massages with her tongue.”

 

Harriet asserted, “I can do better.”

 

“How quickly you forget your place,” snapped Caroline. “Have you forgotten how to address me?”

 

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But what did I do to deserve this?”

 

Caroline glared at her in disbelief. “You deserve nothing but what I give to you.”

 

“Are you unhappy with what I’ve been doing? Am I not enough?”

 

“It pleases me to have Claire’s head suck my toes and then to work me between my thighs.”

 

“I want to please you,” demanded Harriet.

 

“Harriet, I see that I’ve been remiss. You will go find Martha and tell her that I want you restrained by the window in my bedroom. I will be up in a bit.”

 

She wanted to argue but knew how futile it would be when Caroline used that particular tone. Dropping her head, Harriet mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.”

 

She wandered through most of the downstairs before she found Martha berating one of the staff on the proper maintenance of the many ivory netsukes. Caroline’s father had brought them home from a trip to Japan and Harriet still blushed to see the many erotic poses of the figurines.

 

Harriet waited for Martha to finish and then stuttered out Caroline’s wishes.

 

“Ooh, you’re in for it now,” Martha chortled as she led the way upstairs.

 

She bade Harriet to strip and then come to the large picture window. Pulling out a long cord from the wall, she attached cuffs to Harriet’s wrist and then clipped her cuff to the cord. She repeated this with the other arm.  She then cuffed both ankles and secured a bar between them to keep her legs spread wide apart.

 

“The gardeners sure have a good view today,” Martha told Harriet, as she made sure that the sheer curtains were held open. With a final pat on her derriere, Martha returned downstairs to her work.

 

Harriet hung there for what seemed like a long time. She tried tugging on the cords but they were well hung and allowed little play.

 

She straightened when Caroline entered and glowered when Claire followed close behind her into the room.

 

Caroline ignored her for a moment or two, while she removed her jewelry and took down her hair. Finally walking over to the window, she stopped and stared at the restrained woman. With a sigh, Caroline began to speak in a low voice. “While I will allow you to feel proud to be owned by me, do not think for a moment that it is acceptable for you to take personal pride in the performance of your duty.”

 

She began to pace. “You made several errors this afternoon. You failed to address me properly. You addressed me in a disrespectful tone and you questioned me. It is that last one that we will address first.”

 

Coming to a stop before Harriet, she emphasized each word with a poke from her finger. “Where, how, and who I take pleasure from is none of your business,” she said. Holding out her arms, she demanded, “Claire, undress me.”

 

Harriet had to watch helplessly as another removed every article of clothes from her owners person. She gnashed her teeth as Claire gracefully lowered herself to the knees and kissed Caroline’s feet. Claire made a noise production of her enjoyment of the task and every slurp was like a stab to Harriet’s heart.

 

Caroline sauntered over to the bed and bade Claire to join her. Caroline lay on her back and enjoyed herself while the maid brought her to climax. She shuddered slightly and then had Claire climb up and lavish attention on her breasts while she recovered.

 

Claire made sure to keep eye contact with Harriet as she flicked Caroline’s erect nipples. Soon, Claire was smirking as Caroline pushed her head back down between her legs.

 

Yanking helplessly on the bonds, Harriet was in tears when Claire was able to bring Caroline to her fourth orgasm. Caroline allowed her maid to kneel beside the bed and masturbate to orgasm.

 

“Oh, thank you, My Lady,” Claire hissed as she released.

 

“You’re very welcome. You may return to your usual assignments now.” Caroline dismissed the maid and rolled on her back to take a small nap.  It was a warm afternoon and she did not bother to pull up the covers.

 

Harriet could not take her eyes off her. As the light faded from the sky and the room grew dark, she strained to affix the lovely sight in her mind.

 

It was full dark when, well rested and relaxed, Caroline stretched and rose from the bed. She washed her hands and then walked over to Harriet.

 

“You need to remember that my pleasure is paramount. If it pleases me to have a baboon as a lover, you would do best to help me procure one.”

 

Her voice hoarse, Harriet answered, “Yes, ma’am.”

 

Caroline released Harriet from her bonds and eased her to her knees.

 

Harriet fell to her face and sobbed against her bare feet. “I’m so sorry. Please, ma’am. Forgive me.” She covered them with sloppy kisses as she begged.

 

“That’s enough. I don’t want to ever have to revisit this issue again.”

 

“No, ma’am. I’ll be good,” Harriet promised. She made no complaint when Caroline brought her downstairs for a spanking delivered by Maximilian. She gladly counted and thanked her cousin for each blow to show her how repentant she was for her earlier lapse.

 

Harriet was finding that disappointing her cousin had terrible consequences for her flesh and her soul. That night, she spent the night with an ache in her heart, as well as her ass.