Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

Part I

 

“My gracious, what is that you are wearing?” Caroline Hastings stared at the young woman who had just entered her parlor.

 

Harriet Stewart looked down at her dress. She was confused by the welcome from the older woman. She had been forced to come to this house following the death of her beloved father and was still devastated. She fingered the well-worn cloth nervously and tossed her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “It is my best dress, cousin,” she answered.

 

“Well, I can’t have you wearing something like that in my home. Take it off,” Caroline demanded.

 

“I beg your pardon,” Harriet began.

 

The dark haired woman threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, you will beg before I’m through with you.”

 

Harriet looked aghast at her older cousin. “What are you saying?”  

 

“It’s simple, really. You came here at my mercy. If you wish to stay here, you will obey my commands and carry out my wishes.  Failure to do so will have you back out there on your own.” Caroline pointed dramatically out the French windows that faced the drive. “Surely, the solicitors explained all this when they told you of my offer of a place to stay.” She looked at her cousin and raised a pencil thin eyebrow. “Do you have any questions?”

 

“I can’t believe that you would treat me this way.”

 

“What way is that, my dear? As a penniless freeloader? Or, perhaps, like a tramp like your mother?”

 

“My mother was no tramp!”

 

“She slept with my Uncle without the benefit of marriage. What would you call that except a slut?”

 

“They loved each other deeply.”

 

“He was trapped into the relationship by your mother’s quite timely pregnancy with you and even more timely death at your birth. In fact, I’m not even positive that you are my Uncle’s child.”

 

“How can you say that? My father loved me.”

 

“That carries little weight now that he is no longer with us.” Caroline picked at a thread on her bodice. “What matters now is that you are out of options. Do you agree to my terms?”

 

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Harriet said bitterly.

 

“No,” her cousin replied. “Isn’t it delicious?”  When Harriet did not reply, Caroline’s gray eyes hardened. “Now, why don’t you do what I asked?”

 

Harriet turned her tear-stained face to her and asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember the question.”

 

“I said take off that horrible dress.”

 

“You can’t be serious.”

 

“Listen very carefully, little girl. I am very serious and the sooner you realize that, the better.” She glared at the younger woman. “I am not in the habit of repeating myself.”

 

Slowly, Harriet forced her hands to lift. Her fingers fumbled at the numerous buttons at her throat and wrist. Once it was off, she held it in front of herself like a shield.

 

“Better,” her cousin observed, ringing for the housekeeper. “Why don’t you take the rest of those rags off now?”

 

Harriet started at the appearance of the servant. She clutched the dress tightly to her body.

 

“Martha, bring up the fire and then take these items from Miss Waltham and dispose of them. I would recommend burning them.”

 

The older woman dropped a quick curtsey and hurriedly obeyed her mistress. She had to tug at the dress to get it from Harriet and then stood there waiting for the rest of the clothes. Harriet looked appealingly at her cousin but began taking off her chemise at the cold look she received.

 

“And Martha, send a note to Mr. Chambers to call on me tomorrow to measure her for her new things.”

 

Once Harriet was naked, the housekeeper left the room with her clothes held at arms length. Caroline took her time, studying the slightly overweight body before her. Her cousin was well proportioned with long legs and trunk. Her breasts were the size of ripe pears and her pubis was slightly darker than the golden hair on her head.

 

Growing uncomfortable under the implacable gaze, Harriet raised her arms.

 

Before Harriet could cover her charms, Caroline held up a hand. “NO! I wish to see what I possess.”

 

“I’m a person not a possession.”

 

“Strange, I could have sworn that you agreed to live here at my discretion and to obey my commands. Sounds to me like I own you.”

 

Harriet stood there in shock, her hands falling to her sides. Her head was spinning and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears.

 

“Come over here and kneel at my side.”

 

Harriet glanced over at the couch.

 

Caroline laughed at her look. “I can’t have you sit like that on my furniture. I won’t have you ruin my things. Now come here.”

 

It was hard to begin walking but she had no choice. She knelt, her hands folded across her breasts.

 

“No, not like that.” Caroline ordered, “Your arms should be behind you, clasping the opposite forearm. Spread your legs apart. Wider. Good. That is how you sit from now on unless I tell you differently. Do you understand?”

 

“I don’t know why you are doing this to me?” Harriet cried piteously.

 

Caroline smiled wolfishly, “Because I can.” She sipped from her cup of tea for a few moments while studying her young charge. “I wrote the solicitors that I had a job for you. Do you want to know what it is?”

 

Harriet nodded.

 

“That is not acceptable. You are better than a simple animal that can only shake its head.  Not much better but enough. You will answer me with yes, ma’am or no ma’am.”

 

“Ye…yes, ma’am.” Harriet stuttered.

 

“Answer me completely.” When Harriet stared at her in confusion, she shook her head, sadly. “You really are a simpleton. I asked you if you want to know what work you will be doing. The correct response would be…”

 

Harriet was panicking. “Um. Yes, ma’am. Please tell me what my job will be?” She stared hopefully at the older woman, hoping that she had phrased the question correctly.

 

Reaching out her hand, Caroline patted the top of the kneeling woman’s head. “Very good. See, I knew you could get it.”

 

Feeling uncomfortably relieved at the praise, Harriet listened intently as her cousin spoke.

 

“As you know, my father traveled extensively around the world. While his main purpose was to increase trade, he was also able to indulge his appetite of collecting. He was most intent on amassing the finest collection of erotica in the known world. He has original texts from India, Japan, and Russia. He has notebooks filled with the oral stories from the tribes of Africa, South America, and Mongolia. What I want you to do is help me get the individual works ready for publication.  That means transcribing the materials into neatly, typewritten manuscripts.” She continued to stroke the blonde head. “You can type, can’t you?”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I can type.”

 

“Excellent. Well, I’m sure that you are tired from your travels. We will start first thing in the morning.” Caroline called for the housekeeper.  When Martha arrived, Caroline said, “Please put Miss Harriet away for the night.”

 

“Put me away?” At the older woman’s glare, Harriet dropped her eyes and tried again. “Please, ma’am. What do you mean by put me away?”

 

Nodding, the other woman smiled. “I’m glad to see that you are capable of learning. Yes. Remember, you own nothing anymore. I own it all and that includes your body. I can’t have you touching yourself at night.” Caroline looked at her property. “I just know that you’ll be up there in the dark, doing all sorts of nasty things to your body.”

 

“Oh, I won’t do that.” Harriet found herself blushing again. She had never been bold enough to stroke herself to pleasure before.

 

“I can hardly trust your word now, can I? Especially knowing what I do about your mother.” She put down her teacup. “Now, go with Martha. You had better obey her, I don’t want to get a poor report from her tomorrow morning at breakfast.”

 

“No, ma’am.”

 

“Good, girl.” She watched in satisfaction as the naked body of her cousin walked away from her. The glorious round globes of her ass, swayed tantalizingly back and forth. She was going to have a wonderful time getting to know her. Laughing with delight at the pleasures that awaited her, she headed to her own bedroom suite on the other side of the house.

 

The housekeeper led Harriet to a beautifully apportioned room on the second floor. She directed her to do her business in the bathroom and return.  “Don’t take too long, missy. I’ve got other chores to do tonight and can’t be wasting my evening putting you away.”

 

Harriet’s hands were shaking as she washed her face and hands. This day had been the most stressful of her young life. Not in her wildest dreams had she expected that the death of her father would result in such a change of her fortunes.

 

When she came out of the bathroom she was shocked to see the bed stripped and four black straps attached to each of the bedposts.

 

“What?”

 

“You must be secured. Now, come here.”

 

Dazed, Harriet approached the bed. She was made to lay on her stomach with the pillow that would normally have been under her head lifting her hips off the bed.

 

“Give me your arm.”

 

The cold voice of the housekeeper broke through her swirling thoughts. She reached out her hand and it was tied to the bed. Martha moved around the bed, making sure that her young charge was safely put away.

 

“Um?”

 

“What is it, dearie?”

 

“Could I please have a cover?’

 

“Well, I don’t suppose it could hurt.” Martha picked up the quilt. “Here you go. I’ll be here in the morning to supervise your morning routine.”

 

The housekeeper turned the light off as she left, leaving a very confused young woman on the sheets. Harriet tried to shift and found that there was little give in the leather ties.  With a sigh, she tried to relax but her mind was whirling.

 

She tried to understand the feelings that were churning in her body and brain. The whole afternoon had been a nightmare but the little stabs of pleasure between her legs confused her. Why did her nipples ache so when her cousin had praised her, or touched her, or looked admiringly upon her? Dazed and without any answers, she slowly slipped into a sleep that was filled with vaguely disquieting dreams.

 

The next morning, Harriet was woken when the housekeeper came in and opened the curtains. The sunlight was most welcome, as the thoughts that had plagued her all night had not been very restful. She was concerned when Martha went into the bathroom without making any attempt to release her.

 

“Please, may I get up now?”

 

“Not quite yet. The lady wants to make sure that you are clean each day.”

 

“If you let me loose, I will be able to bathe.”

 

Martha pulled back the covers. She was carrying a strange bag in her hand. “I don’t think you understand quite how clean you are to be kept.” Without another word, she stuck the lubricated nozzle of the enema bag into the young woman’s rectum.

 

“Eww,” Harriet shrieked. “What are you doing?” Harriet couldn’t understand the feelings, especially as the liquid began to fill her. “Stop, oh, please stop.”

 

“Hush, girl. I’m not hurting you. You just lay still and take the entire bag.  I’ll let you up to expel it in a few moments.”

 

Harriet could not help squirming, hardly noticing when the grinding pressed her sensitive clitoris against the bed. It was only that distraction that made her able to tolerate the entire bag of liquid.

 

Martha noticed and she nodded in satisfaction, as the warning that Mistress Caroline had given her about the young woman’s appetites was proven right.

 

She pulled the tubing out of the nozzle and left the end of nozzle in as a plug. She then slapped Harriet on her white ass. “You stop that nasty rubbing right now. You are being cleaned. This is not an opportunity for you to act lasciviously.”

 

In horror, Harriet became aware of how she must look to the older woman.  She was also amazed at the feelings of pleasure that she was experiencing between her legs. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she babbled. The cramps had started and she had to use all her strength to hold herself still.

 

Martha undid her right hand. “You reach around and hold that plug inside. I’ll be very upset if you make a mess of this nice room.”

 

Numb, Harriet obeyed while she waited for the other ties to be released. Finally, she was allowed to stand. Once she scurried into the bathroom, though, Martha made her wait for a moment before giving her permission to empty her bowels into the bowl.

 

With a critical eye, Martha oversaw the rest of her morning ritual. She even went so far as to make Harriet bend over and show her that her ass was completely clean and open her mouth to reveal shiny teeth.

 

Once she was satisfied, she announced that the Mistress was waiting for her in the breakfast room and quickly left. Harriet had not gotten a tour of the house yesterday and did not know where to go. When she stepped hesitantly out of the room, she saw no one she could ask. She crept downstairs, very mindful of her nakedness. She peered into several rooms before she found Caroline. Standing beside her was Martha.

 

Caroline wiped her mouth and said, “I don’t like being kept waiting.”

 

Harriet tried not to cry. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

 

“You don’t even have an excuse. Martha gave you plenty of time to get down here.”

 

“I…”

 

“Silence. Since you can’t be trusted to get from one room to the next, I will have to make sure that you are helped. “ Caroline leaned back in her chair. “Martha, be sure and inform all the servants that Miss Harriet is to be escorted to and from every room. She is not to be allowed to roam on her own. To make sure that she obeys, the staff is allowed to use the three point hold.” She waved off the housekeeper and turned back to her plate.

 

Harriet didn’t know what the special hold meant and she was too mortified to ask.

 

“Sit down, Harriet. Because of your dawdling, I started eating without you. You need to hurry up and eat so that you can get started on my father’s papers.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” She walked over to the brocade chair and hesitated before putting her bare butt down.

 

“What is your problem?”

 

“I’m not dressed.”

 

“And whose fault is that?  Your father’s for failing to plan better? Mine for not wanting your filthy clothes to touch my fine things? Or could it be yours?” The words were cold and cruel and Harriet did not know how to respond.

 

“Oh, just kneel here and I will feed you.” Caroline pointed the floor beside her. Once Harriet had settled she fed her several bites of fresh fruit, making the young woman lick her fingers clean between each bite. She went back to reading her paper while she did so, hardly sparing a glance to the naked girl at her feet.

 

At the conclusion of the meal, Caroline rang for a servant. It was a different young woman, Sarah, who answered the bell.

 

“Yes, Mistress. How may I be of service?”

 

“I want you take my cousin to the study. You were informed about how she is to be escorted?”

 

“Yes, My Lady.” Sarah crooked her finger at the naked woman. “Come here.” She directed her to the wall near the door. “Lean forward and spread your legs,” she ordered.

 

“What?”

 

“Don’t be tiresome, Harriet. Obey the girl. Your dallying only serves to irritate me. Too much irritation and I will be forced to punish you,” she finished ominously.

 

In confusion, Harriet leaned forward and braced her hands against the wall. She was shocked when the servant proceeded to insert her thumb into her virgin ass and two fingers into her pussy. She squealed.

 

“Quiet, miss,” Sarah warned. “It’s for your own good.” She lifted her hand slightly and Harriet went up onto her toes. “Good girl. Now, march.”

 

It was most uncomfortable. The girl didn’t give her verbal directions, she just moved the hand impaled in Harriet’s holes when she wanted her to turn. Most shocking at all was when she stopped to speak to another servant and had an entire conversation where the two servants managed to ignore the naked female standing there.

 

At the conclusion of their talk, Sarah wiggled her hand. “Come on, miss.” She opened the door to the study and escorted her charge inside. “Bend over.”

 

Overwhelmed by the sensations, Harriet obeyed without question. The servant removed her fingers and pointed to a bell pull beside the door. “If you need to leave this room for any reason, you must call for someone to escort you.”

 

Turning swiftly, she was gone to continue with her regular duties. Harriet was left alone in the dimly lit room. She stumbled over to desk to see piles of papers strewn across the top. Leafing through them, she became engrossed in the writing on the pages.

 

“I’m glad to see that you are eager to get started.”

 

Harriet jumped when she heard her cousin’s voice. She turned to see her wave a male servant forward. He was carrying a strange looking chair and he put it down beside a table that contained a black typewriter.

 

“Come closer and let me get you started.”

 

Walking over, Harriet watched her cousin rummage through a box. “Please, ma’am. What am I supposed to do?”

 

“Well, I’m told by your handler that you are quite tight. I’m going to work on loosening you up and on improving your posture.” She frowned at the younger woman. “I expect you to stand proudly, I mean, you have the blood of a Hastings running through your veins, after all.”

 

She reached down and affixed a small rod to the odd looking chair. It had no back, just a forward leaning seat and two places for one’s knees to lean against. Caroline opened up a small tin and coated the rod with a slick substance. “Sit, down.”

 

“How am I sit, ma’am?” Harriet asked, genuinely puzzled.

 

Caroline took her arm and pulled her forward. “Place your legs here and rest your knees on these pads. Good, now ease back.” Harriet stopped when she felt the pressure on her back door. “Keep going, you’re doing fine.”

 

“How?”

 

“Press out slightly as you press down.”

 

With steady encouragement, Harriet eased herself onto the anal plug. Feeling strangely full, she glanced up at the woman standing over her.

 

“Such a good girl,” praised her cousin. She pointed at the stack of blank pages and the pile of loose papers. “Start with this tale from Thailand. I expect your work to be perfect. I will be forced to punish mistakes.” With those ominous words, the Lady of the Manor walked out of the room. She went directly to the stables to ride one of her prize stallions as she had a deep need to have something strong between her legs.

 

Hours later, Caroline stepped silently into the study.  She had returned from her ride in high spirits and wanted to check on her newest acquisition. She watched the hunched over form of Harriet as she typed from the manuscript.

 

“Sit up straight,” she barked. “I thought that plug would held improve your posture. You must need a larger one.”

 

Jumping painfully when her cousin came in, Harriet blanched at the thought of something even bigger in her rear passage. “Oh, no, ma’am. I’ll do better.”

 

“You better. Now, show me what you’ve managed to do this morning.” For the next while, she read over the work that Harriet had done. She glanced up at the knock on the door. “Yes?” she called.

 

One of the maids stepped into the room. “Ma’am, Mr. Chambers is here for the fitting.”

 

“Excellent.” Caroline set down the papers she was perusing. “Where did you put him?”

 

“In the parlor, ma’am.”

 

“Fine. You bring Miss Harriet with you.” Caroline turned to the poor unfortunate. “Don’t lag to far behind this time.”

 

Harriet’s face burned with shame as she forced herself off the intrusive plug and bent slightly to allow the maid to penetrate her loosened ass and cunt.

 

“Oh, ma’am,” the servant gasped.

 

“What is it?”

 

“You should warn the other staff of the barrier, if you mean to keep it intact.”

 

Caroline’s eyes lit up. “Really? How very lovely. I never would have known that she was untouched.” She walked back over to the blushing young woman. “You’ll give me that too, soon enough,” she promised.

 

“What?”

 

“I see that we’ve forgotten how to address me.”

 

“I’m sorry, ma’am. What do you mean?”

 

Stroking her fingers over Harriet’s face, she answered, “I’ll take great pleasure in introducing you to womanhood.”

 

Turning, she led the way out of the room. They entered the parlor and saw that the leather merchant had already set up a small stage.

 

Harriet crossed her arms over her chest but dropped them at the glare from Caroline. The servant led her to the edge of the stage and almost lifted her onto it before releasing her grip and leaving the room.

 

He measured her everywhere, calling out the numbers to his assistant. The tape went around her wrists, thighs, chest, hips, ankles, neck, and head. He even measured the distance of her perineum and between her nipples.  He was finally finished when one of the servants came in with tea.

 

“Oh, how wonderful. You are so generous, my dear.”

 

“Nothing but the best for you, old friend.” Caroline waved to the chair across from her. “Please, have a seat.” She glanced up when Harriet made move to climb down from the small platform. “What are you doing?” she asked.

 

“I thought…”

 

“That is your problem, my dear. No more thinking for you. I will do it for you from now on.”

 

Harriet stood on the small platform. She found it very difficult to stand without fidgeting while the two other occupants of the room discussed her attributes and the weather in such bland tones.

 

“So, when I can expect delivery?”

 

“A month, maybe two.”

 

“That is not acceptable.”

 

“These are individually handcrafted items, Lady Caroline.”

 

“It’s not like your own hands are making them,” she responded. “I want them by the end of this month.”

 

The two of them haggled through the tea service and ended with an agreement for certain items for two weeks and the rest over the course of the next six. Harriet was most relieved when the leather merchant was finally showed the door.

 

With resignation, she bent for the maid to take hold and returned to the study to complete her morning’s task. Her belly rumbled, as she had only had a small portion of fruit to break her fast but she knew better than to complain.

 

In no time at all, she had lost herself into the story of a rich merchant and the family he enslaved. There were words in Thai that she had to consult a tattered dictionary for and some that she could not find at all.

 

It was several hours later when Caroline entered the study. She came to stand slightly to the side of her cousin where she can touch her cousin and see her work. She read the page in the typewriter and casually stroked Harriet’s back. “Not bad. Let me see what else you’ve done today.”

 

Her hands trembling slightly, Harriet handed her the paperwork. She watched the older woman walk over to a wingback chair and make herself comfortable. Her cousin caught her looking and Harriet quickly dropped her eyes and blushed.

 

Caroline sat and read the morning’s output and found two errors.  She brought the two sheets over to Harriet and pointed at them with a sharp nail.

 

Gulping, Harriet could only sit there in dreaded anticipation.

 

“I wonder the best way to teach you the lesson.” Caroline stalked around the desk. “I know, since you obviously had no discipline as a child. I will have you spanked.”

 

“No, ma’am, I don’t…”

 

“Be very careful how you finish that sentence,” Caroline interrupted. “You don’t have a say here.”

 

Resigned, Harriet bowed her head. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

“Glad to hear that you agree with me.” Looking around the room, Caroline spied an ottoman in the corner. “Get up and bring me that stool,” she ordered. She sat down on the settee. “Place it right here in front of me. Good. Now lay over it, facing me.” Reaching over, she rang for a servant. “Please send Max in and have him bring the paddle.”

 

“Now, I believe that for you to learn, you will need to receive ten strokes for every error. Don’t you agree that is fair?” she asked, using the toe of her boot to tap on the prone woman’s chin.

 

Harriet lifted her head and stared into the cold eyes. “Yes, ma’am. I think that ten strokes for every error is fair.”

 

“So very smart,” cooed Caroline, as she replaced the boot with her hand. She leaned close to her cousin and smiled at her. “I know that you want to make me happy, so I want you to count each blow and thank me for it. Can you do that for me?”

 

The cool gaze transfixed Harriet. “Yes, ma’am. I will count each blow and thank you.”

 

“Excellent. I want you keep your eyes on mine the entire time.” Caroline looked up. “Ah, Maximillan. I need your strong right arm to deliver 20 blows. This is her first punishment session, so I would like you to use two thirds your usual force.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” the liveried man intoned. “Shall I begin?”

 

“Please.”

 

For the next twenty minutes the smack of the paddle into flesh, the whimpers of pain and the increasing breathless voice of Harriet counting off the blows and thanking her mistress for them interrupted the silence of the room. At the end of the session, Caroline bid her to kiss the instrument of her instruction before dismissing the servant.

 

She sat in the chair and watched Harriet regain control. Lifting her foot, she gently placed it under the younger woman’s chin. Raising it up, she smiled into the red, tear stained face. “Have we learned our lesson?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“You may return to the desk and correct those errors. When you are finished, ring for the servant and join me for high tea.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“I’m feeling generous, so you have my permission to apply lubricant to the plug.”

 

“Thank you, ma’am.”

 

Harriet was almost grateful for the strange chair, since it didn’t put any pressure on her hotly hurting derriere. She was almost used to the feel of the slender rod in her rectum and was able to quickly retype the offending pages.

 

The young maid from the morning answered her ring and escorted her to the parlor.  She rubbed her hand over the reddened flesh as they walked. “Ooh, miss. That Max sure can tan a hide, can’t he?”

 

Before Harriet could formulate a proper response, they reached their destination.

 

“Oh, good. You’re here.” Caroline smiled. “You can pour.”

 

Her hands still trembling slightly, Harriet moved to the tea service and bent over.

 

“No, no. Keep your legs straight. Bend your back only.”

She obeyed the instructions and lifted the sterling silver pot. She poured out the hot liquid and lifted the delicate cup and saucer. “Ma’am, would you care for lemon, sugar or milk?” she asked.

 

“I take my tea with lemon only.”

 

Using the silver tongs, she placed a wedge of lemon on the saucer and held it toward the older woman.

 

“No. I want you to hold it in both hands. Go to your knees. Gracefully, my dear,” she chided. “You should be close enough for me to easily reach but not so close you’re in danger of falling on me.”

 

Watching her cousin carefully move herself into position, Caroline nodded. “Now, hold it up until I take it.”

 

Harriet looked longingly at the plate of sandwiches and cookies on the tray. She had not eaten since her cousin fed her for breakfast.

 

“Eyes down, dear. I will not tolerate your begging.”

 

She sighed but obeyed.

 

“I have your best interests at heart, Harriet.” Caroline said after sipping in silence for a while. “Your parents failure to discipline you has resulted in you carrying too much weight. We will reduce your food until your shape is once again pleasing to the eye.”

 

Caroline read through her magazine, occasionally asking her cousin for a refill. When she finally finished, she sent Harriet back to work.

 

It was growing dark when the maid who came to turn on the lights ordered her to take the position. Harriet bent over for a return of the humiliating grip and another trip through the house.

 

The maid left Harriet in the dining room. She looked around fearfully until she determined that she was alone. Using the time to her advantage, she wandered around the richly appointed room. She couldn’t help marveling at the casual display of wealth. It was not just that presence of a twenty person sterling service but that each piece gleamed from regular polishing. She lost herself in exploring the beautiful things.

 

“Where is that damn girl?”

 

Harriet quickly dashed over to her cousin and dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

 

“What were you doing?”

 

“Uh, just looking around, ma’am.”

 

“What should you have been doing?”

 

Shaking her head, Harriet could feel tears gathering in her eyes. “I don’t know, ma’am. I can’t think what…”

 

“And that’s your problem.” Caroline tsked at her. “You need to stop with that wasteful thinking.”

 

“But…”

 

“You’re here for me. Your only thoughts should be on me and my needs. You have no other function but to please me.”

 

Harriet felt the tears fall.

 

“Now, now.” Stepping closing, Caroline pulled Harriet’s head to rest against her taut stomach. “This is so much easier than what you would be doing in a factory or some other work. I’ll do all your thinking for you and you concentrate on making me happy.”

 

Harriet nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll try.”

 

“No. There is no try. You will do this or you will be punished. I just thought you were smart enough to make the right choice. Was I wrong?”

 

“No, ma’am. I’ll work to please you.”

 

“That’s what I want to hear. Eager obedience.” Caroline stroked her head a final time and stepped over to the table. She rang the foot bell and pointed to her side. “Take your position,” she ordered.

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“Say it.”

 

“I’ll be on my knees beside you.” She gulped and continued, “This is where I belong, ma’am.” She couldn’t help the blush that stained her cheeks but the continuous throb between her legs, told her that she must be doing something right.

 

“Very good.” Caroline arranged her skirt as she sat and rang for the first course to be brought into the room.

 

The second meal passed with Harriet on her knees, receiving all her nourishment from the fingers of her cousin. The servants moved around her as if there was nothing odd about a nude women being hand fed at the table. That was the beginning of her new life.

 

The next few days passed in a blur. The household followed a usual routine and, soon, Harriet’s strange treatment seemed almost normal. She was restrained each evening, escorted around the house with fingers up her ass and cunt and spent her days typing.

 

The work on the manuscript was disturbing to the sheltered young woman. At first, she didn’t quite understand the terminology that was being used. She confessed this to her cousin one morning.

 

“Please, ma’am. May I ask a question?”

 

“You may.”

 

“What does cunnilingus mean?”

 

“Have you not heard that term before?” she asked.

 

“No, ma’am.”

 

“Well, we need to correct that immediately. You’ll do a much better job if you comprehend what you are doing.” Caroline sat in the wingback chair and tapped her lips with her index finger. This was just the opportunity she had been looking for—finding a way to further humiliate her charge while increasing the sexual tension. “After lunch we will have lessons.”

 

At the appointed time, Harriet followed her into the parlor. The small stage was set up again. The servant, Max, and the maid who had brought her there both took their places on the stage and faced Caroline and the kneeling Harriet.

 

On Caroline’s order, Max stripped and rotated slowly. His penis was long and hung loosely before him. Caroline walked closer, holding a pointer. She directed Harriet to crawl closer to the man.

 

“This is his penis. He is uncircumcised. His foreskin covers the head of the penis. Other names for penis are cock, rod, and dick.” As she spoke of each item, she tapped the area. Using the wooden stick, she lifted the penis and reveled the large, hairy sacks behind them. “There is the scrotum. They are called balls. Come closer and feel them.”

 

Harriet instinctively backed away. She realized immediately that she’d made an error, as Caroline whirled and brought the thin, wooden cane down on her unprotected breasts. She hunched over and her cousin easily transferred her target to the shapely rear.

 

“Oh, please, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

 

“You do not disobey me.” Caroline spat out each word with a strike from the cane.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

Halting the correction, she smoothed the few hairs that had strayed from her careful hairdo.  Turning to glare into the eyes of the sobbing young woman, she declared, “I won’t tolerate rebellion. Return to the position in front of Max.”

 

Harriet crawled back and squinted slightly as her fingers made contact with the man’s skin. After a brief exploration, she became bolder. Her hands and fingers touching the man’s pubic hair and skin, marveling at how the texture differed from her own. She was still a little tentative and Caroline was almost gentle as she spoke about male emission.

 

She was forced to open the man’s ass cheeks and examine his puckered opening.  When she came back forward, her cousin stroked the servant’s penis until it became erect. Waving the maid forward, she bade her to give him a blowjob.

 

Caroline kept up a running commentary throughout the fellattio session. She even went so far as to have the maid hold the copious cum in her open mouth to show the wide-eyed Harriet.

 

The lesson was repeated on the maid. Caroline bade her to lie on her back so that Harriet could examine her anatomy easily. After the previous whipping, the young woman obeyed her cousin’s directives to touch the clit, the labia and even penetrate the vagina and anus gently with a single finger.

 

Then, her cousin had her back up so that Harriet was kneeling directly in front of her. Legs strong from riding horses pinned her on either side. Caroline settled her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders and directed Max to repay the maid’s earlier actions and bring her to orgasm with his mouth.

 

“Now, that is cunnilinguous.” She stroked her cousin’s shoulders and ran her fingers through the brown hair, noting as Harriet’s pulse quickened and breath grew rapid. “Do you like what you see? Do you have any questions?”

 

Numbly, Harriet could only shake her head as she watched the maid’s skin flush and her body quiver through its release. She had never seen such a thing before. She felt a stirring between her own legs as she watched the man clean the copious fluids from the dark nether hair.

 

Both of the servants thanked their Mistress for her kindness of allowing them release.  She dismissed them to continue with their duties.

 

“Did that arouse you?” asked Caroline. “Are you wet between your legs?”

 

Blushing, Harriet nodded.

 

“That is a completely natural reaction for a slut like you.”

 

Her eyes flashing, Harriet said, “I’m not a slut.”

 

“Mind your manners, girl.”

 

Not dropping her head, she repeated, “Ma’am, I am not a slut.”

 

“Of course, you are. You’re the daughter of a slut and your body betrays you. Don’t think the maids haven’t told me that you juice up when they are escorting you.” She looked sternly at her charge. “Surely, someone who was not a slut would not react like that.” Caroline bent down and drew her fingers through the dew that had gathered between her younger charge’s legs.

 

Harriet jumped, “Oh, please, ma’am.”

 

“See? Your juices overflow.” She held the fingers to her cousin’s mouth. “Lick it off.” When Harriet was slow to obey, Caroline grabbed her chin and pulled her face around. “It is your essence. Now get it off my hands.”

 

Tentatively, Harriet opened her mouth. After a moment, Caroline removed her fingers and drew them between her cousin’s legs again before bringing them to her mouth. They repeated this motion until Harriet was squirming and moaning, sucking on the fingers in her mouth with abandon.

 

Finally, Caroline stood up. She smiled cruelly down at the writhing young woman. “Truly, you are a slut.”

 

Through her heavy breathing and the reaction of her flesh, Harriet had no way to deny the truth of her cousin’s words.

 

 

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

Part II – Caroline’s Realm

 

 

Caroline left Harriet to her thoughts for the rest of the day. Her plans of molding the young woman into a purely sexual being was well on the way.  As she busied herself with managing her estates accounts, she could not help but notice that she was dripping wet.

 

Ringing the bell, she smiled when Martha came to the library door. “Martha, I need some relief. Who do you recommend?”

 

“I believe that Sarah has been doing particularly well these past few days. Shall I send her here or do you want her prepared for your room?”

 

“Oh, I’ve too much to do today. Send her here and then keep her in rotation for a trip to my room at a later date.”

 

“Of course, My Lady.” Martha dropped a curtsey, even though her mistress’s attention was back on the papers before her. She quickly searched the lower levels for the lucky maid and sent her to the library after a quick scrubbing of her hands and face.

 

“Uh, My Lady. You wished to see me?”

 

Caroline glanced up. “No, dear. I don’t wish to see you at all.” She pushed back from her desk. “Come here and get busy.”

 

Sarah blushed and hurried over to the desk. Lowering herself to her knees, she crawled the final feet until she was under the heavy oak piece and facing her employer.

 

Moving back, Caroline rapped smartly on the top of the desk. “Lift my skirts carefully, I don’t want there to be wrinkles.”

 

Sarah mumbled, “No, My Lady. I’ll be careful.”

 

Starting at the slim ankles, she lifted and folded the cloth until she revealed Caroline’s creamy thighs. She took extra effort to make sure that her hands never touched skin. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her mistresses’ mound.

 

“Good girl. You may begin.”

 

Using her nose, lips and tongue, Sarah worked first to get through the damp hair that covered her mistresses’ nether lips. In time, she was able to run her tongue along the furrow and tickle the hardening nub. She loved the tasted and spent much of her time, lapping from the source. Sarah could not help smiling when the first tiny shudder went through her mistress. She stabbed her tongue into the gushing tunnel and felt the throb as Caroline’s inner muscles tensed.

 

Caroline hardly made a sound or move as she was pleasured. She had to admit that the maid was very good at what she did. For that reason alone, she allowed Sarah her smile of victory, knowing that her maid’s work had only just begun.

 

Keeping her attention tightly focused, even as her jaw and mouth grew tired, Sarah stayed under the desk for hours. Her tongue felt too swollen to speak when her employer finally pushed back and stood up.

 

“Well done, Sarah. I’ll have to have you back again soon.” Caroline spoke as she straightened her clothes. “You have my permission to rest until supper.”

 

“Thank you, My Lady.”

 

Caroline nodded absently as she gathered up the items to be mailed. She called for a small plate of cheese and bread and took it to her bed with a new novel by Susan Ferrier. She had heard that it was as racy as her last and she could not wait another day before reading it.

 

It was quite dark, when Harriet startled awake. She lay bound in the dark room wondering way had awoken her. Then, she heard again the sound of something or someone moving across the carpet toward her. Her pulsed raced. In her current situation of being spread eagle on the bed, she couldn’t defend herself. She shrieked when she felt the covers being pulled down.

 

“Shush!” Whispered a voice as she was slapped on her bare ass.

 

“Please, don’t.”

 

“Quiet, you. You think you’re so high and mighty but it’s you with your bum in the air, isn’t it.” The young maid, Jenny, slapped Harriet’s buttocks with her hand.

 

“Ow, please don’t.”

 

“Why not? I should punish you for what you put me through today.”

 

“Why?” Harriet wailed. “I thought you enjoyed it?”

 

“Oh, I got pleasure from his tongue but that doesn’t help where my mouth had to be.”

 

“You don’t like fell...fellatio?”

 

“No, I don’t like giving blow jobs.” Jenny spanked her again. She liked the way the flesh trembled and turned red so much that she did it again and again. She was so lost in her actions that she didn’t hear the door open behind her.

 

“Well. What do we have here?”

 

Jenny whirled and then dropped to her knees. “Oh, My Lady. I...”

 

“Silence.” Caroline walked forward and placed her cool fingers on the well-marked derriere. “You’ve done quite a job here, Jenny.”

 

Wisely, the maid held her tongue.

 

“However, I don’t recall instructing you in this endeavor.” She glared down at the cowering woman. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

 

“I’m sorry, My Lady. I was angry at her and…”

 

“Angry? Whatever did she do to you?”

 

“The, uh, the instruction today.” Jenny blushed furiously. “I shouldn’t have had to blow him.”

 

Caroline reached down and grabbed Jenny’s chin. “As long as you take my money, you’ll take my orders. It was my order you followed and not Harriet’s doing. Do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes, My Lady.”

 

“Now, you’ve abused my property and you’ll be punished for that.” Caroline released her hold on Jenny and paced the room while she thought of the most appropriate way to put the young woman in her place.

 

She came back to the bed and sat down beside her still bound niece. A part of her had to admire that Harriet had kept quiet since her arrival. Caroline amused herself with stroking her nails down the taut stretched back. Since her arrival at the manor and the strict diet she was following, Harriet was becoming even more comely.

“All right, Jenny. You obviously need an opportunity to reassess the use of your mouth. Toward that end, you will begin each day for the next fortnight on your knees in the larder. You will welcome each member of the household who wishes you good morning to a climax. We will check with the staff to make sure that you are attending to your duties with alacrity. Failure to provide satisfaction will result in an additional punishment. I’m thinking about something in the stables.” Caroline smiled with no warmth. “Do you have anything to say?”

 

“No, My Lady.”

 

“Really? You don’t want to thank me for being so generous?”

 

Jenny could not raise her head. “Thank you, My Lady,” she whispered.

 

“Much better. Now, don’t you think it would be nice if you kissed the flesh you injured while telling her how sorry you are?”

 

Knowing that there was really no point in what she thought, Jenny rose up and placed a kiss on Harriet’s butt. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

 

“Surely, you can do better than that?”

 

Putting her back into it, Jenny placed several fervent kisses on the still rosy behind. “I’m truly sorry. Please believe me. I’m really, really sorry for spanking you.”

 

“Good job. I’m sure that you need to get a good night’s sleep so that you can be bright eyed tomorrow morning to start your penance. You’re dismissed.”

 

Jenny shot upright and dropped a quick curtsey before rushing from the room.

 

For a moment, after the echo of the closing door faded, Caroline continued to idly run her fingers along Harriet’s arms and flanks.

 

“Now, what are we going to do with you?” she finally asked.

 

Harriet jerked. The soft touches had been soothing after the trauma of the night and she’d nearly fallen asleep. “I’m sorry, ma’am. What do you mean?”

 

“I can’t have you antagonizing the servants. It’s so hard to find good help these days and I’ll not have you be the cause of their desertion.”

 

Taking a breath, Harriet stopped herself from speaking out about unfair things were. Instead, she said, “No, ma’am. I’ll do better to keep you pleased.”

 

“Excellent. I’m so glad that we’re on the same page with this. Hopefully, the corset should arrive first thing tomorrow but, if it doesn’t, I’ll still expect you to be by my side.”

 

Resigned, Harriet sighed. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be happy to be with you.”

 

Caroline patted her on the behind and rose from the bed. “Fine. You rest now. I’ll keep the door locked and give only Martha the key. You will not have to worry about any more late night visits.”

 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Harriet said. She was again strangely grateful for how well she was being taken care of by her cousin.

 

At breakfast the next morning, Caroline had just put her plate with the rest of the scrambled eggs on the floor for Harriet to lick when Martha entered the dinning room.

 

“Mr. Chambers and his staff have arrived, My Lady.”

 

“Good. Take Harriet in when she’s done here and fetch me when he’s ready to present her.

 

Harriet was hungry and she thought little of lowering her face to the plate for the remaining morsels of food. She stood up when the plate was clean.

 

“Oh, you’re a right mess,” Martha laughed as she pulled out a large napkin and wiped Harriet’s face off. “Come along now. We shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.” With the expertise of long practice, she inserted her fingers and thumb into the girl and led her to the small room adjacent to the parlor.

 

There, she handed over Harriet to the two assistants. These young men were professionals and hardly batted an eye when the naked woman was presented to them. The first one held up a single piece of leather that went from her pubic area to just under her breasts. The other assistant began lacing up a second piece along one side. Once that was laced, he went to the other side and laced up that side.  Both the sidepieces were high up on her hips and ended well below her armpits. Completing that side, the assistant moved to the back and began securing the entire outfit together.

 

During the entire operation, they had not bothered to speak one word to her or to each other.  They continued to work in silence as they concentrated on tightening all the straps until her breath was short. After they finished, they stepped back.

 

When Mr. Chambers stepped up, Harriet began to tremble. If possible she almost felt more naked in these three pieces of leather than when she was completely nude. Her smallish breasts seemed prominent as they sat perched on their new shelf.

 

He gazed at her with a critical eye before turning to his assistants. “Well, done boys. I think we’re ready to show her Ladyship the final product.”

 

Sending for one of the maids, they all waited anxiously for Caroline to get herself situated in the parlor. At the signal, Mr. Chambers led the way in with Harriet right behind him. The two assistants led her over to the small stage and backed up as soon as she was set.

 

“My Lady, I hope that it meets with your approval.” Mr. Chambers buffed a small section with his handkerchief. “Of course, had I known that she was going to lose weight, I would have made the necessary adjustments before my arrival.”

 

“Oh, you’ve done a marvelous job. Turn about, Harriet. I want to see it all.”

 

The corset was crafted from beautifully burnished black leather and it was molded against Harriet’s body.  The back curved over each buttock and had a lip over her crack that drew attention to her assets. In front, the young woman finally had cleavage. There was the addition of a small, specially hardened area over the clitoris. 

 

Caroline clapped delightedly. “Well, done. I can hardly wait for the rest of the pieces.”

 

“It was my pleasure.” Mr. Chambers bowed slightly and took his leave.

 

For what seemed like an eternity, Caroline admired her beautifully attired cousin. Shaking herself from her daze, she stood up and made her way to the door. “Come on, Harriet. Remember your promise from last night to stay close.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.’

 

Harriet hurried to catch up and tried not to think as her cousin led her around the house and grounds in her weekly inspection. They went through the stables and gardens and Caroline seemed to think nothing of discussing the mundane affairs of the estate while her more nude than dressed cousin stood submissively by her side.

 

The many workers on the estate were glad for the bit of eye candy that they were given. Of course, they were careful to make sure that their primary attention was on the Lady of the Manor. She tended to ask very pointed questions and woe be any of her staff that were not prepared for anything she wanted.

 

Harriet found herself aroused every time she made a move. The piece that cupped her so gently in front also pressed just right on her clitoris. Walking was difficult but even standing still was a chore. She was torn between relief and anguish when Caroline led her into the study and bade her to work while she read the letters that had arrived in that day’s post.

 

As Harriet typed the stirring words, she shifted about, shooting sparks of pleasure through her center. She was unable to keep still. Unbeknownst to her, Caroline watched her sinuous movements avidly. Her plan of turning the young innocent into a sexual demon craving release was becoming a reality.

 

 

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

 

Part III – Caroline’s Realm

 

 

“Enough, Harriet. I think you’ve had enough excitement for the day.”

 

Harriet looked up in surprise. She had been so engrossed in her work that she did not notice her cousin’s approach.

 

Smiling, Caroline stroked a hand down Harriet’s back. “It looks like you’ve worked up quite a sweat.”

 

Harriet shivered at the touch and then blushed furiously. She knew that all day she had been on edge but she didn’t realize quite how apparent it was to anyone else.

 

“Don’t worry,” Caroline laughed. “I think it looks quite good on you. You know, all glowing from awareness of your essential nature.”

 

“My nature, ma’am?”

 

“Yes, you’re a born slut. You’ve only just now begun to embrace it.”

 

Harriet wanted to argue with her cousin. However, as she stood up from her stool, she was damp on both thighs and there was a slick of her juices on the stool.

 

“Yet another reason why I’ll be keeping you off the furniture.” Caroline shook her head. “Well? What are you waiting for? Clean it up.”

 

Looking around, Harriet could not see any napkins or cloths that she could use. “What should I use, ma’am?”

 

“Honestly, do I have to tell you how to do everything?”

 

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

 

“Use your tongue.”

 

Harriet felt faint. Just the other day, she had tasted herself for the first time after her training session with the maid and manservant. Then, she had to lick herself off her cousin’s hand that had trailed between her legs. This time, she would have to bend over and lick herself off the leather.

 

“We don’t have all day,” Caroline stated as she began tapping her foot.

 

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Harriet. She lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward. The leather was warm beneath her tongue and she soon lost herself in the slightly acrid and salty taste of herself on the hide.

 

“My, my,” gloated Caroline. “It looks like I’ll have to give you more chances to indulge yourself.”

 

Harriet pulled back, her face flaming in embarrassment.  She hadn’t realized that she was licking well beyond where her juices had touched. “What do you mean, ma’am?”

 

“You obviously love the taste of leather. I have many pairs of shoes that could use a good cleaning.” Caroline petted her on the head. “In fact, I think I might have you start tonight.” She laughed and tugged slightly on Harriet’s hair. “Come along now.”

 

Not knowing whether her cousin was being serious or not, Harriet rose to her feet. Her head couldn’t seem to stop spinning. The way that her body was reacting to everything that was happening

 

Caroline did not bother to wipe the smirk from her lips as she walked down the passageway with her ward.  Things were moving along rather nicely and she could hardly restrain herself from claiming the younger woman’s virginity that very minute. She knew, however, that a little more time for Harriet to wait while her sex marinated from the constant stimulation would make her all the more malleable.

 

It was a good thing that she did not need to deny herself. She intended to take at least two of the maids to bed following the meal break. She just had to figure out what to do with Harriet in the hours before eventide.

 

Dinner that night was a roast lamb with mint jelly. Caroline enjoyed having Harriet’s soft tongue clean her fingers of juices and she was startled when her head groom coughed from the doorway.

 

“Yes, Sean?”

 

“My Lady, I think its time. Both of the mare’s are ready to be covered and Fire Master is raring to go.”

 

Caroline’s eyes lit up. “Perfect,” she cooed. This would be the best thing possible for Harriet’s continued education. “I want you to take my cousin down to witness the event.”

 

“You don’t want to be there, My Lady?”

 

“No, I’ve got other plans.” She reached down and grasped Harriet’s chin. “You’ll go with them and do what they say. I’ll expect a full report when you return.” She took note of her cousin’s pale face. “Don’t worry. None of the grooms or hands will touch you.”

 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Harriet whispered.

 

“Take her down and have someone bring her back when everything is over.”

 

“Yes, My Lady.” Sean waited for Harriet to rise and go over to him. “Shall I use the special hold?”

 

“No, I don’t think it’ll be necessary. She’ll obey you.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” Harriet agreed. “Thank you, ma’am.” Harriet was uncommonly grateful for the concession and she made sure to stay right beside the groom as they left the room.

 

Caroline rang the bell. She smiled at Martha. “Tell Cook that dinner tonight was exemplary.”

 

“Yes, My Lady. Will that be all?”

 

“No. I want two of the more flexible young women up in my room by the time I get there.”

 

“Any preferences?”

 

“Not Jenny. I don’t think she’s earned the privilege of my bed.”

 

“You’re right, of course, My Lady. It will be done.” Martha nodded once before hurrying off on her mission. She found the perfect choices polishing silver in the anteroom to the kitchen.

 

“Claire and Sarah, go quickly to the laundry room and give yourselves a good scrubbing. Her Ladyship wants you upstairs on the double.”

 

Both young women flushed and dropped their eyes from the knowing looks of the other servants in the room.

 

Martha followed them in and watched with an eagle eye while the women stripped and began to clean themselves. Claire was a ginger haired young woman with a dusting of freckles covering most of her body. Sarah was a pale blonde, who was twice as well endowed as her fellow maid.

 

“Everywhere, girls. I want you to get behind your ears, too. Remember, this is for the lady of the house.”

 

“Should we clean our insides?”

 

“Good idea.” Martha moved to one of the lower shelves and pulled out an enema and douche bag. Handing it off to the girls, she said, “Take turns doing one another. One round should do it and then you should get yourselves upstairs on the double. You know how she likes you.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered, filling the bags with a bit of warm, soapy water.  They looked at each other silently before Claire shrugged.

 

Claire bent over first to receive the warm liquid in her bowels and birth canal. Neither woman was unfamiliar with the other and they giggled as their touches tickled the other.

 

“Don’t go too far. Your pleasure is hers this evening.”

 

Both maids bowed their heads and finished their tasks. With a final inspection, Martha let them dress again and directed them upstairs. Shaking her head, she returned to the kitchen to oversee the remainder of the cleanup.

 

Caroline opened her bedroom door and stood for a moment admiring her view. The two comely maids were standing at the end of her bed, their arms about each other’s waist.

 

Stalking closer, she ran her fingers over the small bits of exposed flesh before her. Running a finger along one girl’s wrist and then tickling across the other’s chest. She tugged on Claire’s hair and then kissed the exposed throat.  Grabbing hold of the back of Sarah’s neck, she kissed her hard. Releasing her hold on both girls, Caroline stalked over to the mirror and held out her arms.

 

The maids rushed over and began to remove her clothes. As each item was removed, they folded or hung it carefully. Just being in the proximity of their powerful employer excited them both.

 

When Caroline was naked, she sauntered to the bed and situated herself on the fluffy pillows against the headboard. “Strip yourselves,” she ordered.

 

The maids quickly complied. They treated their own clothes with less respect and merely dropped them where they were standing.

 

“Come to me, my girls. Honor your mistress.”

 

The two women climbed on either side of the bed and with light touches of their lips began their obeisance. Starting at her feet, they moved upwards, making sure their breasts and nipples were in constant contact with their mistress. It was torment for them and her but one Caroline allowed.

 

Caroline spread her arms wide and enjoyed the double attention. Her breathing deepened as the women skipped over her mound and moved to her luscious breasts. Their tongues danced over the pliant flesh before sucking her erect nipples into their mouths to suck and scrape with teeth.

 

Almost moaning out loud, Caroline reached out to hold Sarah’s head to her breast and to push Claire down between her legs.

 

Claire quickly obeyed the pressure and kissed her way down Caroline’s body. She marveled at the textures of her Mistresses body. Her skin was so soft from the beauty treatments but the kinky hair between her legs.

 

Offering a kiss to both inner thighs, she mouthed Caroline’s mound. As Caroline’s legs relaxed open, she licked her way from top to bottom. Claire swilled her tongue in the copious fluid and then opened her mouth to suck Caroline’s clitoris into her mouth. Keeping up the pressure, she flicked the tiny bud until Caroline finally pushed her head away.

 

Caroline rose from the bed and stretched. She murmured in pleasure as she looked down at her eager servants. That one climax was lovely but she required more.

 

“Sarah, kneel at the foot of the bed and lean your head back.”

 

Obeying, Sarah slid her legs beneath the frame as she watched the approach of Caroline, she was glad for the support for her back and neck.

 

Smiling at the quick compliance, Caroline stepped forward. Her hungry cunt was at the perfect height for Sarah’s mouth to reach.  When Sarah opened her mouth in anticipation, she said, “Good girl. Start gently, I’m still sensitive.”

 

Any response from Sarah was muffled by her mouthful of dark hair. She started by sucking the drops of liquid essence from between her Mistresses legs. She then began to trail her tongue in the dark furrow, keeping clear of the hard bundle of nerves for the time being.

 

With the awkward position of her neck, it was difficult for Sarah to breathe but she was not complaining. She clenched her thighs together rhythmically and just moaned, “please,” as she licked and sucked fervently.

 

“Claire,” demanded Caroline. “Get behind me and tongue my rosebud. I want to hear you back there.”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” Claire mumbled as she got into position. She had been feeling jealous as she watched her fellow maid’s head bob up and down.

 

Claire enjoyed serving her Mistress but wished that she could be the one with her mouth full of pussy instead of having to wipe her tongue over her ass while being sure to sound appreciative for the opportunity.

 

Quickly, though, she was panting and moaning for real. Keeping her hands grasped behind her back less she inadvertently touch the beautiful body with them, Claire worked her nose into the crevice of Caroline’s ass cheeks and her tongue in and out of the tight ring. As usual, except for a musky scent, her Mistress was clean and there was plenty of natural lubricant from her earlier orgasm to ease her tongue in and out.

 

Caroline stood tall and proud as she was pleasured front and back. It took all of her self-control to continue standing as the orgasmic waves flowed from her center. Her nipples became even more erect and her toes curled as her climax peaked, ebbed, and peaked again.

 

“Enough, my pretties.” Caroline moved back and looked at the two maids.

 

Their hair was askew and the eyes were bright. Both their light coloring showed up the blush that painted their chests and cheeks.

 

“You’ve both done well. Would you like to come yourselves?”

 

“Oh, My Lady,” Claire whispered.

 

Sarah responded, “If that should please you, My Lady.”

 

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.” Caroline reclined onto the bed and rearranged the pillows behind her back, so that she was sitting partially up. She bent both her legs and indicated for Sarah and Claire to place themselves in position. Crossing her hands across her stomach, she relaxed in post-coital bliss.

 

The maids clambered onto the soft mattress and set themselves on their knees with their Mistresses’ long legs between their own. There were twin gasps as they pressed their throbbing flesh against Caroline’s shins.

 

After a breath, Sarah asked, “May we take hold?”

 

“You may.”

 

Their legs braced wide, they grasped her thighs and thrust against her shins. Both women shuddered as they tried to stay still and wait for permission to move.

 

“Begin,” Caroline said.

 

The maids humped her legs with greater and greater enthusiasm as their own long delayed orgasms approached. They struggled to kept their eyes on their Mistress and hold back their orgasm until she gave them leave to succumb.

 

“Come now,” ordered Caroline. She watched as the two women’s smooth movements became erratic and jerky as they climaxed. Allowing them a minute to regain their composure, she moved her own legs and was rewarded by another shudder running through their bodies.

 

“Well done.” She patted the tops of their down bent heads. When they looked up to her in gratitude, she smiled. “I know,” she said. “Now, clean me off.”

 

The two maids scooted back and began to lick her legs clean. As they finished her shins, they moved upwards and soon, all three were laughing as they competed for space in the narrow area between Caroline’s legs. The maids soon found a way to fit both so that both their tongues could duel to see who would bring their Mistress to the third climax of the evening.

 

Finally sated, Caroline brought her legs together. The thrum that ran through her veins was a welcome relief after the day’s tension. She started when there was a knock at the door.

 

Not bothering to cover herself, she called out, “Enter.”

 

The door slowly opened and the blonde head of her cousin peeked around the door.

 

“Ah, Harriet.” Caroline waved at the two maids and they quickly leaped from the bed and grabbed up their clothes. With a final curtsey, they dashed from the room without bothering to dress.

 

“Harriet?” Caroline called again when her cousin failed to respond.

 

Harriet pulled her eyes from the empty doorway. She had been transfixed by the view of the two naked women.  “I’m sorry, ma’am. What did you say?”

 

Grinning, Caroline stood up from the bed and slowly reached for her robe. Sensuously, she pulled the silk up to drape over her body. She knew that her body was well maintained and that many of her lovers had commented on her beauty. The look in Harriet’s eyes was yet another validation of her continued ability to captivate.

 

“Close your mouth, Harriet.”

 

Harriet snapped her mouth closed and tried to get her panting under control. She was almost at the limits of her ability. All day, every move had stimulated her and she had just spent two hours in the highly erotically charged atmosphere of the breeding sheds. Now, she had her breath taken away by the vision of her dark haired cousins wonderful body.

 

Caroline had dark hair on her head and between her legs. Her legs were strong from the years of riding and her bosom had no sag, despite their size and her years. There was still a hint of cleavage from the loosely closed robe and Harriet forced her eyes away from the tempting sight.

 

“Ma’am, you wanted a report?”

 

“Yes, I do.” Caroline seated herself in a wing-backed chair. “Come over here and kneel before me and tell me all about it.”

 

Harriet obeyed and was immediately distracted by the long, bare legs before her. Knowing this, Caroline crossed her legs and extended one well manicured food to tap Harriet’s chin.

 

“Focus, young woman. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me.”

 

“No, ma’am.” Harriet crossed her arms behind her back and cleared her throat. “We went to another building than the one that we visited today. It had two large rooms and a wide hallway and the floor was very soft.”

 

“I know what my breeding shed looks like. Tell me about the process.”

 

“Of course. They brought the mares in first. They each went into their own room and had their tales wrapped. One of the men wiped them down.  He was, uh, very thorough.” She coughed. “After that, they tied their heads to the wall and put blindfolds on them.”

 

“They are both experienced mares and don’t need breeding hobbles but Sean was wise not to take chances with them getting skittish.”

 

“Then the stallion came in. He was very excited and made a lot of noise.”

 

“Yes, he sounds when he gets the scent of a receptive mare in his nose.” Caroline trailed her fingers down her throat and chest and smiled when Harriet’s eyes followed every move she made. “Do go on,” she purred.

 

“One of the boys, uh, handled his, uh…”

 

“The stallions cock, dear. Do use the proper terms.”

 

Harriet took a deep breath. “The boy washed the cock with soap and water.”

 

“That’s called teasing. It keeps the stallion from wasting too much energy mounting before he’s really ready.”

 

“It…I mean the cock got really large.”

 

“Yes, that’s called belling of the penis. It is quite a sight. Go on.” Caroline squeezed her legs together. It was just too precious that she was able to vicariously relieve the breeding while her embarrassed cousin struggled to find the terms. “Pray continue,” she said.

 

“The stallion was led first into the room with the chestnut mare. He was gentle at first, nuzzling against her. They kept pulling him away, though, when he wanted to, uh, get on the mare.”

 

“That’s called mounting. They were doing more teasing, too.”

 

“One of the boys finally moved the mare’s tail out of the way and let him mount. It was pretty quick for him to go from all tense to completely relaxed.”

 

“That’s a man for you.” Caroline winked at her cousin. She nearly laughed as Harriet paled. “That’s right. You have no experience with the male of the species.”

 

“They scare me,” Harriet admitted in a quiet voice.

 

“They can be intimidating to the unitiated. With my guidance, you won’t have to worry about them taking any liberties with you for a while.” Caroline moved her foot up to stroke Harriet’s face. “As I told you before, I’ll be the one making a woman of you.”

 

Harriet swallowed. After what she had witnessed this evening, she was terrified about what her cousin’s promise meant for her.

 

“Don’t worry, poppet. I’ll make sure that every inch you take you’ll be begging for more.”

 

Harriet did not know whether she should thank her cousin for that comment or not. Deciding to go back to the somewhat safer topic of her evening’s experiences, she nodded, rubbing her cheek against the sole of her cousin’s foot. Taking a breath, she said, “After he dismounted, they led him back into the hallway. One of the boys washed him off again and then put some jelly on his cock.”

 

“That’s to make sure there is no spread of disease and the lubricant is sometimes necessary for intromission.”

 

“Intromission? What does that mean?”

 

“The insertion of the penis into the vagina.” She paused. “What else would those be called?”

 

“The cock and cunt, ma’am.”

 

“And the insertion?”

 

“Fu…fucking, ma’am.”

 

“Very good. Were there any problems with the second covering?”

 

“No, ma’am. He was all sweaty and they soaped him off and walked the mares around.”

 

“They weren’t torn were they?”

 

“Torn?”

 

“Sometimes the stallion is so large that he can tear the channel.”

 

“No, ma’am. There wasn’t any bleeding that I could see.”

 

Caroline nodded. “Excellent. When I take you, I’ll make sure to start small. Other than your maidenhood’s puncturing, there won’t be any bleeding your first time.” She stood up and moved close to her kneeling cousin. Caroline knew that tonight’s earlier activities and their conversation had had aroused her again and that her scent would be tickling her cousin’s nose.

 

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow,” Caroline said. “I think that instead of transcribing my father’s work in the afternoon that we’ll reserve that time for your deflowering.” She brushed Harriet’s bangs from her eyes. “Won’t that be something to look forward to?”

 

Harriet’s mouth was suddenly dry. Her heart started racing and black spots appeared before her eyes.

 

“Breath, Harriet.” She went down on one knee and, holding Harriet’s face in both hands, spoke slowly and clearly. “I’ll be introducing you to unimaginable pleasure, not damaging you in any way. Believe me, you’ll never be the same and you’ll never want to go back to the way things were before.” She smiled. “Now, let me ring for Martha to come and put you away. You’ll need to be well rested for tomorrow.”

 

 

 

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

 

Part IV – Caroline’s Realm

 

 

Harriet would have tossed and turned all night if she had any freedom of movement.  Martha did her usual thorough job of securing her to the bed. Each wrist and ankle was encircled by soft leather and then tied to the each of the four posts.

 

She was also nude again. Upon their return to her room, Martha had unlaced the corset and ordered her to clean it with a lightly damp cloth. While it was nice to breathe freely again, she was super conscious of the way that the breeze from the open window moved across her bare flesh.

 

The pillow beneath her belly kept her from being able to rub her mound against the bed, as she desperately wanted to do. All day, she had been immersed in arousal and her body hummed with need.

 

It was a need that she could not yet fully understand. She knew from her cousin’s last words to her that the new day would be a learning experience for her. While she was scared about what tomorrow would bring, she trusted Caroline would look after her. Finally, she fell asleep with the vision of her cousin’s body in her mind’s eye.

 

“Rise and shine, young Miss,” Martha trilled as she came into room. She flung open the curtains to let in the sunshine. Marching over to the bed, she pulled the cover off Harriet’s hips and to the end of the bed.

 

Harriet startled out of her erotic dream and shuddered as the cloth slid down her body. Every inch of her skin seemed more alive than ever before.

 

“We’ll be cleaning you completely today in preparation for today’s big event.” Martha calmly walked around the bed while she released Harriet’s bonds. Slapping her lightly on the bum, Martha said, “Get into the bathroom, now.”

 

Harriet quickly obeyed. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited on the cold tiles for Martha to fill the enema bag. She wanted to complain or even to ask to do it herself but she stayed quiet.

 

“Bend over, dear, and spread yourself.”

 

Complying, Harriet tried to relax as the nozzle entered her ass. The warm water filling her bowels was still an experience that she could not decide if it was more pleasurable or painful. She just knew she was uncomfortable as the cramps began.

 

Martha made her keep the liquid inside for five minutes. Once Harriet expelled it, she was filled again. Finally, Martha declared her clean. She then made Harriet get into the tub and soak in lavender scented water.

 

It was the first time since her arrival that she had been able to bathe. She relaxed in the warmth until Martha ordered her to stand up.

 

“It’s time to get clean,” Martha explained, as she lathered up a soft cloth and began to run it over Harriet’s body.

 

The experience was exquisite. Her muscles were relaxed but all of her new found erogenous zones were wide-awake by the time Martha told her to rinse off. The freshly heated towel rubbed over her body caused her entire body to goose bump.

 

“Someone certainly likes this,” chuckled Martha.

 

Harriet blushed as she saw that the housekeeper was staring at her erect nipples.

 

“Her Ladyship was quite right about you,” Martha said as she directed Harriet over to the dressing table. “Now, let us do something with your locks.”

 

Martha brushed her hair for almost twenty minutes and it shined when she finished putting it up in a twist. Harriet turned her head from side to side as she looked at herself in the mirror.

 

“I’m beautiful,” she said in awe.

 

Martha looked down at her in shock. “Of course, you are. Not only are you well proportioned, you are positively glowing.” She tapped Harriet on the shoulder to get her to stand up and get dressed in the corset.

 

Stepping into the cool leather, Harriet trembled slightly. She tried to stay still while Martha laced her tightly.

 

When finished, Martha led her over to the oval mirror. “See? There is nothing in the world that can make a woman more beautiful as when she awakens sexually.” She patted Harriet’s bum and smiled. “I can hardly wait to see you tonight. You’ll be a sight to behold.”

 

Harriet blushed and bent slightly for the usual hold. Martha brought her directly to the dining room. She jerked upright when she heard clapping.

 

“Bravo, Martha. She looks good enough to eat.”

 

“You’re welcome, My Lady, although I must say that you’ve done wonders with her yourself.”

 

“I do try,” Caroline sighed. She ran a cool hand up Harriet’s leg. “It is nice when a plan comes together.”

 

Harriet shivered from the contact. She wanted more but was embarrassed at how her body was reacting. Involuntarily, her hips moved as Caroline’s hand continued to roam over her legs.

 

Smiling to herself, Caroline removed her hand and pointed at the floor.

 

Harriet had to bite to lip not to ask for her cousin to continue touching her. In resignation, she sank to her knees.

 

“Look at me,” commanded Caroline.

 

Lifting her chin, Harriet raised her eyes. She was surprised at the genuine affection she could see in Caroline’s gaze.

 

“I’m very much looking forward to this afternoon. Now, have something to eat. We’ve got to keep your strength up.” Saying this, she fed Harriet bits of sausage and toast.

 

After breakfast, Harriet spent the morning following Caroline around the house as she spoke to Martha about the upcoming ball and the necessary chores that went into getting ready.  Hearing about the crowds of folks that were to be expected, Harriet felt her heart pound. She just knew that her cousin would have some diabolical plan for her that would involve more humiliation than she had so far had to endure.

 

Caroline hand fed her a light snack for lunch and then had her escorted up to her bedroom. She had Claire and Sarah take her upstairs. They removed the corset and wiped her down with a soft chamois cloth before brushing her hair. Giggling, they finally left her kneeling on the floor before a three-panel mirror.

 

Harriet knelt on the wool rug and tried to keep from fidgeting. She kept taking surreptitious glances behind her. She was fascinated by the multiple views of her naked body. She was not entirely sure where the beautiful creature she saw had come from but knew, instinctively, that she owed it all to her cousin.

 

Like a mouse mesmerized by cobra, Harriet swayed slightly as Caroline entered the room and strode across the floor toward her.  Her cousin’s grey eyes held her in a spell. As Caroline began to undress, she had to run her tongue over suddenly dry lips.

 

“You’ve already learned the first lesson of the day.” Caroline spoke softly, so that Harriet had to listen intently. “Keep your entire focus on me. While you will enjoy what will happen to you here in this room, your pleasure is not the point. What I do, I do because it entertains me.”

 

As she spoke, she shrugged her chemise off her shoulders and shimmied out of it. The silky cloth puddled at her feet and she braced her fists on her hips. “Take a good look, girl. I am your owner and you will worship this body before the night is out.”

 

Harriet gulped and obeyed. Her eyes trailed from Caroline’s eyes down to her toes. It was the first time in her life that she had the luxury to actually study the female form. Except for inadvertent glances as she bathed, she had never even seen herself so revealed until she entered her cousin’s service.

 

“Stand up,” ordered Caroline. She stepped toward Harriet and flicked a finger over her erect nipples. “My, but you’re eager to get started.”

 

Harriet had not thought she could be any more embarrassed. Standing for her cousin’s perusal fueled a sense of shame while it deepened her sexual excitement.

 

Except for the sounds of Harriet’s breathing, the room was quiet. Caroline walked around her and then squatted behind her. With a feather light touch, she ran her fingers up the back of Harriet’s legs.

 

Harriet wanted to escape the sensations that were shooting through her body while at the same time she desperately craved a stronger touch. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she tried to regain some control.

 

Her efforts were in vain as Caroline brushed her hands over and around her legs. She occasionally pinched but she concentrated her efforts on slowing ratcheting up the tension.  Harriet found the touches too exhilarating for coherent thought.

 

Continuing to stroke the trembling skin of her prey, Caroline circled Harriet. She moved upward, skipping over her mound and breasts but trailing her fingers over every other inch. Sometimes she used her fingernails to lightly scratch and other times, she used the pads of her fingers.

 

Harriet believed that she could feel every ridge on Caroline’s fingertips. Her breathing became irregular and she moaned when Caroline circled the base of her breasts. But Caroline didn’t touch her crinkled nipples. Instead, Caroline continued to stroke upwards. She rubbed her shoulders, brushed Harriet’s hair behind one ear and drew her fingers over the parted lips and closed eyelids.

 

With a cruel smile, she reversed direction and just as deliberately caressed her way back down Harriet’s body. The trip downwards took almost twenty minutes. As she bent down to tickle Harriet’s feet, Caroline could smell her cousin’s arousal.

 

Walking behind Harriet, Caroline turned her so that she was staring at herself in the mirror.  Harriet’s arms twitched as she thought of covering herself but she resisted the urge. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so alive.

 

Placing her hands on either shoulder, Caroline leaned forward and gently bit down on the lobe of Harriet’s ear. “Can you feel how your slut juices are just pouring down your legs?” Caroline whispered. She watched Harriet stare at herself. “You were mine from the day you came into my house but, tonight, I’ll own you completely.”

 

Reaching for Harriet’s hand, she led the younger woman to the bed. Pushing back on her shoulders, she forced Harriet to lie on her back. Caroline grinned as Harriet writhed on the sheets. Caroline knew that the erotic sensations coursing through Harriet’s body would overload her brain.

 

Straddling her, Caroline continued her sensuous torture. For the next two hours, she fondled Harriet to the brink multiple times. Based on Harriet’s reactions, she fine-tuned her actions until Harriet was begging.

 

Harriet was stuttering as she pleaded for something, anything more. She was uncontrollably undulating, just aching for further contact.  Her clitoris seemed to throb in time with the beat of her heart.

 

Suddenly, Caroline stood up and moved to the bell pull. At Harriet’s mewl of distress, she leaned back over the bed. “Don’t worry. We’re just taking a short break.” She poured a glass of water and shared sips with Harriet as they waited for new sheets to be put on the bed.

 

When they were alone again, she ordered Harriet back onto the bed. Harriet watched, fascinated as Caroline then donned a leather contraption and buckled it about her waist. From an ornately carved box, Caroline removed a darkly white rod about two inches wide and six inches long. Carrying it in both hands she sashayed over to the bed.

 

“My father brought this back from China. It is a solid piece of ivory and I will be using it to take your maidenhood.”

 

Harriet swallowed. Her toes were still curling from the earlier activities but she was filled with trepidation at the thought of losing her virginity.

 

“Kiss it. Good, now lick it.” Caroline allowed Harriet to become familiar with the instrument of her further education.

 

Placing the rod in the contraption, Caroline moved between Harriet’s legs. With small movements of her hips, she stroked the phallus gently through the matted curls. Teasing Harriet with micro-thrusts, Caroline kept going until Harriet was moving in unison with her.

 

“Just relax,” Caroline warned as she drove forward, impaling the younger woman in one smooth motion.

 

Harriet took a breath to cry out in pain but let it out in a breathy sigh as Caroline withdrew and then thrust again. She raised her legs to coax Caroline deeper inside her. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried as she was plowed.

 

Caroline growled in her ear, “You’re mine, mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I’m yours. Only yours,” wailed Harriet as her long denied orgasm washed over her. The sensations were astonishing. It felt as if the top of her head had blown off.

 

Blearily, she blinked the spots from her eyes. Harriet focused on Caroline who was poised above her.

 

“We’re not done yet,” Caroline promised with a smile. She began to move again, slowly building up the pace as she approached her own climax. “Take it. Take all of it.”

 

Harriet gasped as she opened herself to the compelling force of her cousin. She could not understand how her body was craving more after all she had already experienced.  But she was and so she moved with increasing desperation.

 

Their tandem movements disintegrated as Caroline came.  Holding herself still, she reached down. With a couple of quick strokes on Harriet’s clitoris, Harriet cried out in rapture.

 

Once Harriet calmed down, Caroline eased herself out and rolled onto her back. “Harriet,” she said. “I want you to clean yourself off my tool.”

 

Harriet looked at the rod, almost expecting it to be covered in blood. It wasn’t, though. Instead, it glistened in the low light.

 

She crawled down the bed and licked it like a lollipop. At Caroline’s urging, she took it into her mouth and sucked until her taste was removed.

 

With both hands, Caroline stroked her breasts and pulled on her nipples. The pressure of Harriet’s mouth was pressing the base of the dildo into her. Fully recovered from her release, she was ready to go again. Reaching down, she moved it aside to allow Harriet access to her skin.

 

Caroline put her hands on Harriet’s head, guiding her to exactly where she wanted Harriet’s mouth. With a few words of encouragement, Harriet tasted every part of her cousin with her tongue. Her lips were finally directed to find purchase on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of Caroline’s furrow.

 

Finally, Caroline exploded in orgasm and Harriet hungrily sucked down her wetness. Her own pleasure had been mounting as Caroline danced on her lips. She was panting as Caroline pushed her head away.

 

Feeling Harriet squirm as she beside her in the bed, Caroline thought about how best to continue to lessons. Lying with the phallus sticking up in the air, Caroline smiled to herself as she had an idea.

 

“Climb up, Harriet. I want you to ride it this time.” She jerked up on down on the rod a couple of times and shivered from the aftershocks.

 

Harriet balanced precariously on the bed and lowered herself onto the rod. Her legs were shaking by the time it was sheathed within her and she was only able to breathe in short gasps.

 

“Now, up and down.”

 

Obeying the order, Harriet raised up. The sensation was strange; she had to think about squeezing and releasing her inner muscles while flexing her legs. The intense feelings from earlier stayed just out of reach.

 

She lifted and lowered herself for what seemed like hours. Her arousal built but would not crest. No matter how hard she tried, she could not bring herself off in this position.

 

She cried out, “Ma’am, help me, please.”

 

“See, you can’t get pleasure from the superior position. You need to be on the bottom.” Caroline rolled them over in a single motion and began to thrust. In no time at all, the increased friction and pressure brought Harriet to her much needed release.

 

“Thank you. Oh, ma’am, thank you so much.” Harriet could not stop babbling as her body shook again and again.

 

Caroline slowly pulled out of Harriet’s spasming pussy. She unbuckled the harness and dropped it off the side of the bed. Rolling back over, she watched Harriet come down from the height of ecstasy.

 

“How do you feel,” she asked.

 

Almost sobbing, Harriet mumbled, “I can’t feel my hands.”

 

Caroline laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That will be the last time you climax without my permission. You’ll be punished if this happens again.” Caroline brushed the bangs out of Harriet’s eyes. “I am pleased, though, that you remembered to thank me. I’m going to ring for some nibbles. Why don’t you go and get a basin and water and come back and tend to me.”

 

Nearly stumbling as she made her way across the room. Her bones were jelly and she was still shaking from her last orgasm. She filled a bowl with warm water and, after glancing around at the oils and unguents, decided to add a few drops of rose essence. She put a washcloth and towel over her arm and then carried it all back into the bedroom.

 

Martha was in the room, directing Jenny in remaking the bed for the second time that evening. She glanced up and smirked at Harriet, nearly causing her drop the bowl. Harriet lowered her eyes to the patterned rug and scurried over to kneel down before Caroline.

 

Caroline was reclining in her chair. She held a silver platter on her lap and was smiling down at Harriet.

 

“I had Martha bring us up a little something sweet to snack on, as your sexual training took us right through supper.”

 

Harriet could feel the tips of ears burn from embarrassment.

 

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Harriet replied. Glancing over into the bright eyes of the housekeeper, she ducked her head and muttered, “Thank you, Mrs. Sims.”

 

“You’re welcome, Miss. I know that the flavor won’t be as good as the taste of your Mistress but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

 

Caroline laughed. “You’re sweet to say so. I can hardly wait to get started on teaching her to appreciate and discern a variety of vintages.”

 

“Oh, My Lady. You don’t have to worry. Believe me, she’ll never forget her first.” Martha waved Jenny out of the room and took her leave with a slight bow.

 

Dipping a slice of mandarin orange in the melted chocolate, Caroline held it down for Harriet to take in her lips. She fed herself and Harriet bites of orange and chocolate until the bowl was empty.

 

“That was good, wasn’t it?” Caroline asked as she held her fingers out for Harriet to lick clean.

 

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome. Now, then, wipe me down.”

 

Caroline relaxed as Harriet wiped her body down with the damp cloth. It was nice to have the evidence of the evening’s exertions cleaned away. She knew that she would sleep so much better now.

 

Leaning back in her chair, Caroline sipped from her snifter of brandy. The rich taste coasted her tongue with her second favorite flavor. She partially closed her eyes and watched Harriet in the soft glow of the lamps.

 

Harriet was on her knees before Caroline’s chair. She had finished bathing Caroline’s body and was now working on her feet. At Caroline’s suggestion, she was massaging scented oil into her flesh. Harriet was still in a dream state from the days events and was not even aware at how gently she fondled and caressed her cousin’s feet.

 

“You may kiss them, if you want.”

 

Caroline’s voice broke her out of her daze.

 

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Harriet asked.

 

“I said you may kiss them.” Caroline languidly waved her hand at the tender way Harriet was stroking her foot against her breasts. “You very much look like you want to make love to them.”

 

Harriet blushed. She had to confess that bathing her cousin’s body and moisturizing her feet had rekindled her arousal. She actually did want to taste her cousin’s skin again.

 

“If you want this,” Caroline said, spreading her knees slightly. “You’ll start there.”

 

For a moment, Harriet studied the foot in her hand. She knew it was freshly clean but she was still a little tentative as she puckered her lips and placed a chaste kiss on the arch.

 

“Mmmm,” murmured Caroline, appreciatively. “That does feel good.”

 

Encouraged, Harriet kissed the top and bottom and even sucked each toe into her mouth.

 

Slowly, Caroline exerted pressure to lower her foot to the rug. Harriet followed the motion and was soon in a kowtow position so that she could keep her lips in contact with Caroline’s flesh.

 

“Now, give some attention to the other one.”

 

Harriet obeyed without thought. She was soon licking and sucking Caroline’s other foot and getting more excited herself as her nipples dragged along the wool rug as she moved to lavish care on every inch.

 

“Excellent. You’re making me feel very good.”

 

Flushing with pride, Harriet glanced up into her cousin’s eyes.

 

Caroline winked at her and asked, “Why don’t you work your way higher?”

 

“Thank you, ma’am,” breathed Harriet. She began to lave the silky skin of Caroline’s ankles and calves with her tongue.

 

Caroline opened her legs and shifted slightly on the chair to allow Harriet greater access. She was astounded at how quickly Harriet had taken to carnal activity and secretly pleased at how well suited the young woman was to sexual slavery.

 

She lightly touched the blonde head that was nestled into the apex of her legs and Harriet responded with pressing a kiss to her mound. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, Caroline whispered, “Oh, yes.”

 

Harriet had to pause a moment after her tongue made contact with the rich nectar. She felt a shudder pass through her body as she savored the flow of juice.

 

Not able to contain herself any longer, she began to dig her tongue deep into Caroline’s channel as she sought the liquid at its source. Quickly, her entire face was coated in Caroline’s essence and she moaned into the damp folds of flesh. The feel and taste of her cousin under her tongue was the most wonderful thing that she had ever experienced.

 

She heard Caroline’s breathing increase as she flicked the tip of her tongue furiously against Caroline’s hard clit. Harriet felt an echoing throb between her legs and under her mouth as Caroline’s thighs tensed about her head.

 

Caroline glanced down in shock as she registered the shudder that passed through Harriet’s body at the same time as her own climax.  She had never had a simultaneous orgasm with a submissive before. Once again, her young charge had amazed her with her facility for passion.

 

“That was very interesting,” Caroline said as she stroked the damp hair at the base of Harriet’s neck. “I am flattered that you came from touching me but I did tell you what was going to happen if you came with permission, didn’t I?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Harriet’s voice quavered as she tried to slow her panting and pulse. “You said I was to be punished.”

 

“Yes, I did. But you pleased me so well, that I’ll have to defer it until tomorrow.” Caroline stood on shaky legs and walked to her bed. She loosened the bed sheets at the bottom and waved Harriet over.

 

“You may lay here at the foot and keep my feet warm.  I’ll let you know tomorrow what your punishment will be.”

 

Crawling between the cool sheets, Harriet felt a lassitude creep over her body. She cradled Caroline’s feet against her belly and drifted toward sleep. Her last thoughts before sleep stole her away were that once again, her cousin was right. Harriet knew that she would never be the same again.

 

 

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.

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

Part VI – Caroline’s Realm

 

The morning of the ball dawned crisp and clear. Harriet could hear the excited voices of the servants as she followed her usual routine morning routine. It almost disturbed her at how blasé she was about her continual nakedness and near constant arousal.

 

Right now, she was more concerned about the evening’s event. Her cousin had not mentioned anything about the affair to her. Harriet was growing increasingly concerned about her role and even more so about what she would be allowed to wear.

 

Mr. Chambers had delivered the last of the specialty crafted leather yesterday but she had been given nothing further to put on. In fact, the boxes had sat unopened in a corner of the parlor all day.

 

Several times, while she was on her knees after servicing her cousin, Harriet had come close to asking about them. She’d managed to contain herself so far but her eyes were constantly drawn in their direction.

 

“Looking for something, pet?”

 

Harriet glanced guiltily up into Caroline’s eyes. “My apologies, ma’am.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

 

“Why are you apologizing?”

 

“Because I was distracted.”

 

“I guess that you’re really looking forward to finding out their secrets, right?”

 

Harriet was not sure exactly how to answer her.

 

Caroline stood up and pulled a small dagger from a sheath on her thigh.  She grinned when Harriet audibly gulped.

 

“Oh, this is just to cut the twine on the package.” Caroline crossed the room over to the box and snapped her fingers once.

 

Harriet quickly crawled over to join her. She peered over the edge of the box and saw lots of leather straps.

 

“Give me your right paw.”

 

Harriet cocked her head quizzically. She held out her right hand and received a quick smile from Caroline.

 

“Good.” Caroline put a strange sort of glove on her hand. When she finished with both hands, she sat back and watched Harriet examine them.

 

The gloves had no fingers and the leather itself was very tough, especially on the bottom. With the wrists buckled, Harriet had lost the use of her fingers. She looked up into Caroline’s happy face.

 

“I see that you need a little more help before you understand how you’ll be presented at tonight’s event,” Caroline said. She took out a handful of straps and set them out according to length.

 

Without another word, she began to bend and shape Harriet into the shape of a dog. After pads were put on her knees, she strapped Harriet’s lower legs to her thighs. Then, she tied Harriet’s big toes together across her buttocks. She even attached Harriet’s wrists to her legs.

 

Finally, Caroline was done. She stood for a moment admiring her creation. “There is something missing,” she mused. With an “Aaha!” she went to her desk and pulled out another bit of leather.

 

She held the inch wide piece of black down near Harriet’s nose. “Now, Harriet. Most people would have a big, elaborate ritual when they offer the collar. However, you haven’t completed all your training and so, technically, this is only a temporary collaring.” She leaned down and took Harriet’s chin in her hand. “I expect good things of you. Don’t fail me now.”

 

Harriet shook her head. “I won’t, ma’am. I swear.”

 

“Thank you for your reassurance. You are a dog now, though.  I don’t expect to hear any human noises from you until this costume is removed. Understand?”

 

Harriet nodded and, then seeing the raised eyebrow, she barked.

 

“Very nice,” Caroline said as she petted her. She buckled on the collar and felt a certain rightness to her action. She thought that sometime soon, Harriet would be able to earn one. She certainly seemed to be falling naturally into her role.

 

Clipping on the leash, she saw Harriet shiver delicately.  Her cousin was reveling in each further act of submission. As a reward, Caroline used her fingernails to scratch the back of Harriet’s neck.

 

For the next hour, Harriet was put through her paces until she could act like a dog. A very obedient dog who responded instantly to hand and voice commands to sit, beg, heel and fetch. She did this all on her hands and knees.

 

She was fed a light lunch of roasted meats and vegetables from a bowl on the floor. She was also given water to drink in another bowl. As she made a mess of her meal and her face, Caroline laughed and told her that they would go back to hand feeding as soon as she learned to eat properly.

 

Martha wiped her off and handed her leash to Jenny to take her for a walk. Harriet balked when Jenny tried to lead her onto the short grass near the garden.

 

“Miss Harriet, I know we got off on the wrong foot and I’m sorry,” Jenny said. “I was wrong to abuse you. Please forgive me.”

 

Harriet nuzzled Jenny’s hand.

 

“Oh, thank you. Miss, you have to listen to me now. They expect you to relieve yourself out here. You don’t want to miss this opportunity and have an accident in the house later. Trust me on this.”

 

Harriet looked into the sad eyes and, then dropped her head. She wandered onto the grass and, after a moment of pacing around, squatted uncomfortably. She had to close her eyes and think about rivers and waterfalls before her muscles relaxed enough for her pass water.

 

“Good girl,” Jenny praised her. She led her over to the hose and gently wiped Harriet between her legs. “There you go. Now, back inside. Try and find me if you need to go out again later.”

 

Harriet licked Jenny’s hand and followed the young maid back into the house. She was happy when Jenny returned her to Caroline.

 

“Was she a good girl?” asked Caroline.

 

“Yes, My Lady.”

 

“Thank you for walking her. I do appreciate your new attitude.” Caroline winked at the maid before bending down to stroke down the length of Harriet’s back. She smirked at the shivered response under her fingers and from the maid standing beside her.  “I think someone is liking this very much.”

 

Jenny stammered, “Yes, My Lady.” She then blushed when she realized that Caroline had been addressing her comment to Harriet.

 

“My, my. I think it may be time for me to get to know you better.”

 

Nearly swooning that she would be able to serve her Mistress, Jenny curtseyed deeply. “Oh, thank you, My Lady.”

 

“Go on, then. I’m sure you’ve got other things to do.” Caroline watched the pert behind of the maid as she made her way out of the room.

 

“You’re taking very well to your new role, pet. If I did not know any better, I’d think your aptitude as a doggie suits you.”

 

Even if she had been allowed a verbal response, Harriet did not know if she could articulate how, as a dog, she found it easier to accept the petty humiliations. It was almost as if she responded like a simple animal because she was one. Dogs weren’t embarrassed and she shouldn’t be either.

 

The day wore on and everyone in the house seemed to be working themselves into a frenzy. Everyone but Harriet who had no other task but to be a faithful companion to her owner. She was even able to nap at Caroline’s feet for a brief period.

 

Finally, it was time. Collared and leashed, Harriet sat at Caroline’s heels as she stood on the receiving line. While most of the guests were in fancy dress, there were a number wearing collars and in various stages of dishabille.

 

Harriet worked on keeping her eyes down and her ears open. The looks in the eyes of Caroline’s guests was terrifying. She could see them calculating the possible uses of her flesh and none of the answers boded well for her.

 

“She’s your cousin? How divine,” cooed a small woman. “I had to go with a savage, as none of my relations is nearly as pretty as yours.” She glanced at the Nubian beauty standing two paces behind her. “I was so lucky when Freddy brought her back for me.”

 

“Oh, where was she captured, Lady Mallory?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Does she speak English?”

 

Lady Mallory twittered. “She understands it. I don’t see any reason to allow her to mangle it, though. Her eyes speak volumes, though.”

 

“How about yours? Is your puppy housebroken?” she asked Caroline.

 

“We’ll see.” Caroline glanced down. “Pet, greet my guest.”

 

Harriet cocked her head in confusion. She did not know how she was supposed to greet someone when she was not allowed to speak. Whining softly, she gazed up at her cousin.

 

Shaking her leash, Caroline tsked. “How do dogs act when they meet new people?”

 

Harriet thought for a moment and then crawled forward. She pushed her face into the apex of Lady Mallory’s legs and sniffed. Backing up, she looked anxiously up at Caroline.

 

“Good. Now, how do dogs greet another animal?”

 

Harriet swallowed before crawling around behind Lady Mallory’s slave. She sniffed delicately near the firm buttocks.

 

“You can do better than that. Really root around in there, girl,” Lady Mallory called loudly.

 

Squirming her nose between the flanks of the ebony skinned beauty, Harriet took several deep breaths of the musky scent. A short tug on her collar brought her head up.

 

“Well done, bitch. Go back to your owner.”

 

Obediently, Harriet moved back to the relative protection of Caroline’s presence. She felt slightly queasy and it wasn’t until she felt the gentle touch of her cousin’s fingers through her hair that she was able to calm her pounding heart.

 

Instinctively, she rubbed her cheek against Caroline’s leg. This physical contact between her and her owner was enough to help her regain her equilibrium. She still wasn’t entirely enjoying being an object and plaything but she would do what she had to in order to please her cousin.

 

Soon after the last arrival, the musicians began playing. Caroline wandered the room, speaking to each of her guests and sipping from her quickly refilled glass of champagne.

 

After a couple of hours, her leash was handed to Maximilian and she was led up to her room. Waiting in the room was Sarah, who quickly unbuckled everything and allowed Harriet to stand up for the first time in twelve hours.

 

“Do you need to relieve yourself?”

 

Harriet nodded. She didn’t know if she was allowed to talk yet.

 

She was sent into the bathroom to do her business and then returned to stand before the maid to await her next order.

 

“Here.” Sarah handed her a blood red leather half corset.  It covered from her hips to the underside of her breasts. “Put this on.”

 

Harriet wiggled and shimmied her way into the tight costume and stood still while Sarah made it even tighter.  She was then directed to pull on a pair of silk stockings and attach them to the garter straps hanging from the front and back of the corset. Sarah made sure that her seams were straight and then picked up the leash.

 

Sarah pulled her back downstairs and handed the leash to Maximilian the next time he passed near the open door to the ballroom. She was really struggling to remember how to walk in heels and it didn’t help that he hardly looked to make see that she kept up when he pulled her through the crowd toward the bright center.

 

Things had changed greatly.  Chairs had been brought in and the women in the center of the crowd were all comfortably arranged in a circle. The number of guests was down significantly from before. Most of those left had slaves kneeling or standing beside them.

 

Caroline smiled as she received the leash. “Thank you, Max. Would you like a sip of bubbly, my dear?”

 

Nodding gratefully, Harriet took a sip from her cousin’s glass. At the raised eyebrow, she curtsied and then lowered herself to her knees.

 

“She’s very beautiful,” said one of the guests.

 

Another added, “Yes, it was hard to tell as a dog but she is quite a bonny lass.”

 

“Why, thank you. She needed a lot of help when she arrived in my household but, with effort, she’s managed to turned out well.”

 

“You do have a way with the making of sluts, Lady Caroline.”

 

“I can but work with what I’m given.” Caroline smiled depreciatively.

 

“Will she perform for us?”

 

Harriet’s head snapped up to catch the eye of the questioner. Lady Mallory looked particularly cruel in the soft light with her fist full of dark skin.

 

“If she knows what’s best,” Caroline answered confidently. “Have we got suggestions?”

 

Lady Mallory released the breast she had been groping and gave her slave a shove. The African beauty fell to her face and quickly turned to lavish attention on her owner’s tiny shoes.

 

“Have her pleasure this.”

 

Harriet looked across the circle in shock. Surely, they couldn’t be serious. How dare they think she would rut with a commoner and foreigner at that? She sniffed at the very idea and waited for Caroline to set everything to right.

 

Caroline’s words were like a dash ice water.

 

“Excellent idea, my dear. Would you have them both naked?”

 

Harriet could not help the small gasp that escaped her lips. When Caroline turned to face her, Harriet shook her head.

 

“No.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Please, ma’am. You can’t ask that of me.”

 

“I can ask anything of you. Now be silent and obedient.”

 

“No. I won’t do it.”

 

Caroline’s voice was icy when she spoke. “You dare say you won’t to me?” she asked.

 

“Ma’am, I’m begging you.”

 

“Enough. We’ll deal with your defiance later. Right now, you will crawl on your belly to the center of circle and do your damndest to bring that slave off before you cum yourself.”

 

Harriet was trembling as she considered the consequences. Her voice quavered as she shook her head. “No, ma’am. I won’t service a slave.”

 

For the space of two breaths, Caroline was silent as she stared at her disobedient cousin. Raising one hand, she snapped her fingers for Maximilian.

 

“Take her upstairs. I’ll be up later.”

 

Caroline did not even turn to see if her order was carried out. Instead, she raised her voice to speak to the entire room. “I apologize for the interruption. I’m afraid I over estimated how well the training had been going.”

 

“Don’t worry, dear,” Lady Mallory simpered. “Whoever would have guessed that she had the spine to mutiny?”

 

“Well, the Queen’s navy has a single response for that crime and I’m in complete agreement with it.” Caroline laughed, shortly. “Now, who else would like to take Lady Mallory up on her offer of the use of her slave?”

 

Harriet heard nothing else as she scurried after Max. He had a tight grip on the leash and her neck quickly ached from the uncomfortable angle that she had to walk to keep up with him.

 

“Idiot, girl.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said that you’re an idiot.” Max shook his head in disgust. “If you don’t have a death wish, you’d do well to do everything in your power to erase your recent actions from her mind.”

 

“But…”

 

“No buts. Only your total obedience will put you back in her good graces.”

 

Harriet was silent for the rest of the trip upstairs. She only nodded when Max pointed at a spot on the carpet and told her to stand there.

 

“Don’t move until you’re told otherwise. Her Ladyship will be up here when she pleases and she’ll deal with you then.”

 

Alone in the dark room, Harriet had plenty of time to regret her refusal. She was still astounded that her cousin would put her in such a degrading position. She had never been asked to pleasure any of the servants in the house; how could anyone expect her to do so to a slave?

 

She was stiff from standing in the same position when the door to the bedroom creaked open. Her heart sped up as she watched her cousin enter the room.

           

“You know I was waiting for a spark of rebellion.” Caroline said coolly. She stalked into the room and slowly pulled off her gloves, one finger at a time. “I just hadn’t considered the possibility that you would have the audacity to embarrass me in front of my guests.”

 

Harriet wanted to plead that Caroline’s embarrassment was nothing to her own but knew that she was in enough trouble.

 

“You obviously are under the mistaken impression that you have some sort of say over the use your body it put to. You are wrong.  I own you. Nothing happens to your body but what I choose!” Caroline’s voice had been rising while she had been speaking. She was shouting by the last word.

 

Harriet trembled.  She had never been so afraid.

 

Caroline snatched up a rattan cane and tapped it against the side of her boots as she prowled the room. She knew that she needed to calm down. Discipline needed to be done with cool head. She did not want to risk doing serious damage to her property in her anger.

 

After taking several deep breaths, she shook out her hands. Walking to the bed, she took a couple of practice swings and grimaced at the small cloud of dust. However, that was something that would have to be addressed at another time. She had something else to tend to at the moment. 

 

Caroline took another cleansing breath. Whirling to face Harriet, she ordered, “On your knees.”

 

Harriet dropped like a stone.

 

“I am very disappointed, Harriet,” she said. “Your behavior is a reflection on me and tonight, it was very poor showing.”

 

Without a further word, she laid ten strokes against Harriet’s ass and upper thighs.

 

Harriet was sobbing by the second blow and could hardly breathe through the pain by the fifth. She fell forward catching herself on her hands as the rest of the blows fell on her quivering flesh.

 

Finished for the moment, Caroline stalked around to stand before Harriet’s bowed head. She carefully set the cane down on the floor in front of her cousin. Caroline grabbed hold of Harriet’s hair and wrenched her head up.

 

“I’m going back to the party. You’ll stay here and reflect on your actions this evening and your level of remorse.  You are not to move one, single, solitary millimeter.” She reached down and tapped the cane. “Keep your eyes here. When I return, you will ask me for the rest of your punishment. If I find it sincere, I’ll accept it.”

 

Rising to her feet, Caroline whispered, “If you give me reason to doubt the genuineness of your repentance, you’ll face more than a few love taps.”

 

Harriet sobbed and her tears fell, unchecked, onto the carpet. She did not date lift her arm to wipe her eyes. As the time passed, she felt horrified at her refusal and was terrified that Caroline might find it a sufficient reason to turn her out of the house.

 

When Caroline finally returned, Harriet fell abjectly onto her belly and slobbered over her shoes. “Please, ma’am,” she cried. “I’m so very sorry.”

 

“I knew you were sorry the day you walked into my home. Now, what do you think your behavior has earned?”

 

“I’ll take anything, ma’am. Do whatever you want to me. I deserve it all.”

 

“Very prettily said but I want numbers. What would be sufficient?”

 

Harriet knew that the blows from earlier had already come up in bruises. She really did not want to experience the cane again but knew that her suffering was necessary.

 

“Ma’am, I think that fifty blows would be a start.”

 

Caroline was surprised. “Fifty? Do you really think you can stay still for that many? Because I won’t allow you the benefit of restraint for this punishment.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. If it pleases you, I can take it.”

 

“All right. Prepare yourself.” Caroline retrieved the cane and surveyed her target. She would only have asked for fifteen more strokes but she knew that the receiving of the full amount would be necessary for both of them to move forward past this incident.

 

A strict but not cruel Mistress, she only hesitated for another moment before she began to methodically carry out the punishment. On the count of twenty Harriet fell to her belly but she was able to get back into position before Caroline could chide her. The rest of the strokes were finished with the smack of wood on flesh nearly overwhelmed by wails of pain.

 

Caroline left Harriet sobbing on the floor while she fetched a dampened cloth from the bathroom. “Wipe your face. We’re not done yet.”

 

She gave Harriet time to regain her composure. When the hiccups had lessened, she tossed a blindfold onto the floor. “Put that on.”

 

Harriet sniffed back her tears and slid the soft cloth over her swollen eyes.

 

“Open your mouth.”

 

Blindly, Harriet obeyed. She nearly choked when something was shoved into her mouth. She started to suck on the three-inch projection as Caroline buckled a harness behind her head.

 

“Back on all fours.”

 

Harriet could sense Caroline moving around her. She startled when something cool was dripped on crack in her ass.  She tried to relax as a plug was inserted into her anus. She nearly cried in abandonment as she felt Caroline move away from her.

 

For a long time, she was left there in the dark with a throbbing of her backside and things penetrating in her butt and her mouth. It gave her a lot of comfort to suck on the plug.

 

Harriet felt Caroline moving behind her and she tried not to tense. She could not help but squeal into the gag when she felt something slamming into her cunt.

 

Holding herself still after burying her phallus into Harriet, Caroline pressed against Harriet’s bruised buttocks. Leaning across Harriet’s back, Caroline whispered,  “You are completely filled. I’ve taken away your sight so nothing can distract you. I have filled all your holes.”

 

Caroline withdrew slightly and then drove back in to the hilt. “I’m going to fuck you now and I will continue to fuck you until you recognize what you are.”

 

She put deed to word. Caroline continued to speak in a low voice as she thrust in and out. “You are my slut. You exist solely for my pleasure.”

 

As she pounded into Harriet, she kept talking. “There will be nothing in your mind but my ownership of you. Your body is just for my use.”

 

Behind the blindfold, Harriet was seeing stars.

 

“Feel me filling you, taking you, using you.” Caroline’s voice and actions were relentless. “I’ve taken your voice from you because there is nothing for you say. You can’t even beg for more. All you can do is serve my pleasure. All you need is my use of you.”

 

Her thrusts increased in pace and her words seemed to drop directly into Harriet’s brain. “You are nothing and nothing exists but my pleasure. Dedicate yourself to my service, my pleasure.”

 

“Embrace your role. I can feel you cresting. As you cum, you’ll know the truth.” Caroline timed her final words with three deep thrusts. “You. Are. Mine.”

 

The gag muffled Harriet’s scream. Her entire body convulsed when the power of her orgasm washed over her. Her consciousness faded and she sprawled senseless on the floor.

 

She didn’t regain consciousness when Maximilian carried her to her bed. Nor did she awaken, when Caroline tenderly spread arnica oil over the mottled skin of her buttocks and upper thighs. She even slept through the kiss her cousin pressed to her lips and never heard the whispered, “Sweet dreams.”

 

It must have registered on a subconscious level, though, because Harriet enjoyed a remarkably blissful rest that night considering the trauma of the evening.

 

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

Part Seven – Caroline’s Realm

 

Harriet jerked awake. She felt a feather light touch on her backside and shivered as she remembered what happened the night before. She turned her head and saw Caroline standing over her.

 

“Good morning, Harriet.”

 

Harriet had to clear her sore throat. “Good morning, ma’am,” she answered. Her voice felt thick from her tears and crying.

 

“I trust you slept well.”

 

“Better than I deserved, ma’am.”

 

“Nonsense. You slept as you did because you had been cleansed of your folly.”

 

“What do you mean, ma’am?”

 

“By cleansing? Let me start by saying that I believe in progressive punishments, Harriet. Each subsequent infraction results in more strict discipline.”

 

Harriet shuddered. She was not sure she could stand anything worse than yesterday.

 

“But I also believe in wiping the slate following a punishment.  Once you’ve been disciplined, there is no need to dwell on the offence or to rehash the incident. It is over unless you err again.”

 

“I’m sorry I failed you, ma’am.”

 

“You should be. However, you only failed one of my two tests yesterday, so I am not completely dissatisfied.”

 

“Two, ma’am?” Harriet questioned.

 

“Yes. You responded perfectly as a dog. Your reaction after you returned to humanity was duly dealt with.” As she spoke, Caroline scraped her fingernails over Harriet’s exposed buttocks.

 

Trying not to squirm, Harriet nodded quickly. The touch awakened her bruised nethers and she blinked back tears.

 

“I would also think that our experiences following the punishment has resulted in a deeper understanding of one another.”

 

Stretching the full length of her bonds, Harriet was able to place a kiss on Caroline’s knee. “Yes, ma’am,” she avowed.

 

“Good.” Caroline looked up as Martha entered the room. “You’re to stay in bed today. Martha will give you a sponge bath and a rubdown with a healing ointment. You’ll be fed a light broth at mealtimes. I want you to spend the day in rest and reflection.”

 

“Thank you, ma’am.”

 

Harriet was not quite sure what she had done to earn the pampering but she felt almost liquid when Martha completed washing her and giving her a massage.

 

“There you go, dear. Now, try and sleep for a while. I’ll send one of the girls up with something for you in an hour or so.”

 

“Thank you, Mrs. Sims.”

 

Harriet closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. As any tension in her back caused the bruises to throb, she tried to stay still. She soon drifted off.

 

“Ooh, those must hurt,” Claire said as she brought in a tray.

 

Harriet was disoriented as she woke for the second time that day. “Pardon?”

 

“I said those marks look horrible.” She put a pillow under Harriet’s head. “How many did she give you?”

 

“I asked for fifty.”

 

“Fifty? Gracious, no-one in the house has ever taken so many.” Claire stared at her in awe before shaking herself and offering Harriet a spoon of chicken broth.

 

Harriet swallowed the unseasoned liquid and felt it warming her from the inside out. When the bowl was empty, Claire wiped her mouth and removed the pillow.

 

“Mrs. Sims says that I’m to offer you the bedpan.”

 

Blushing, Harriet shook her head. “No, thank you.”

 

“It’ll be the last time someone will be here until dinner.”

 

“Oh.” Harriet resigned herself to relieving herself in front of the maid. “I guess I need it then, if you don’t mind.”

 

“All right.” Pulling out the pillow that raised Harriet’s hips, Claire slid the smooth enamel between the bound open legs. When Harriet didn’t release right away, Claire slid her hand under the young woman and gently palpitated her bladder. “Go ahead. Just let go.”

 

The words had a strange resonance in Harriet’s head. Her brow furrowed as she repeated them to herself, “Just let go.” As sound of her urine splashing in the bedpan echoed in the room, she suddenly remembered every word that Caroline had said to her the night before.

 

“I am hers,” Harriet whispered.

 

Claire laughed as she swiped a damp rag between Harriet’s legs. “You’re only now realizing that?”

 

“I know it now. I really know it.” Harriet pulled slightly against the bonds that held her to the bed. “Please, you need to release me so I can go to her.”

 

“No, I don’t. You’re to stay in bed all day. I heard her Ladyship tell Mrs. Simms that herself.”

 

“But…”

 

“Trust me, Miss Harriet. That she owns you will be one of many revelations you will come to today.” She patted Harriet’s shoulder. “Just leg go and they’ll come to you.”

 

Harriet sighed and tried to calm down.

 

“Good girl. Now, someone will be back with dinner.”

 

For a while after she had been left alone, Harriet twisted and shifted restlessly. She wanted to be downstairs with her owner, not up here. Eventually, she responded to her recovering body demands and she fell asleep.

 

It was an uneasy rest. She was plagued with a number of dreams. In many of them, Caroline was standing over her, repeating again and again, that she was very disappointed. A few had her lost in the darkness, trying to locate the voice that called her to service.

 

Harriet finally pulled herself awake after a particularly disturbing dream of her standing over a bound Caroline. Harriet saw her dream-self holding a bullwhip. Caroline had yelled, “Nothing could hurt me as bad as your refusal to obey.”

 

Stunned, Harriet lay on the sweat soaked sheets and cried. She realized that her disobedience did not just result in a set of spectacular bruises. She had damaged her relationship with her cousin.

 

When she arrived at Hastings Manor, she had simply obeyed her cousin in exchange for a place to stay. Now, she knew that submitting to her powerful cousin was essential for her well-being.

 

The fucking she received last night (and she blushed as she thought the word) affected her more profoundly than the beating. With the cane, Caroline had exposed the false pride that hid her true heart. It was with the phallus, though, that Caroline had plumbed her depths.

 

Harriet lay quietly, thinking over her actions of the past several weeks. There were many times that she had balked. It was as if she had been a child, testing the limits of parental control. Last night’s outright refusal had been her most egregious but there were many other small acts of defiance that Caroline had had to deal with.

 

Like a parent, Caroline had not withdrawn her affection because of Harriet’s rebellion. From her actions in the room today, Harriet knew that her cousin had forgiven her. Harriet was extremely grateful for her cousin’s continued affection and support.

 

The hours passed as she mused about her situation and Harriet was startled out of her reverie by a knock on the door.

 

“Yes,” she called.

 

A young maid entered the room. She bobbed a curtsey and set the tray down with shaking hands. She fed a bowlful of broth to Harriet without speaking a single word. Several times, Harriet caught the young woman’s eyes staring at her backside.

 

As quietly as she arrived, the maid packed up her tray and left. Harriet fell asleep again.

 

Martha came into the darkened room and roused the slumbering Harriet. “Do you need the bed pan?”

 

Dazed but utterly compliant, Harriet said, “Yes, please.”

 

She had just been cleaned when she felt the air change in the room. Turning her head, she saw that Caroline had entered. She could not help the smile that blossomed on her lips.

 

“Hello, Harriet. Have you had a productive day?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Harriet could not find the words to convey how pleased she was to be in her owner’s presence.

 

Caroline inclined her head in recognition of the intense emotions. “Excellent.” Leaning over, she examined Harriet’s back and legs. “Martha, could you bring me the arnica?”

 

Harriet nearly swooned when Caroline began applying the cool oil to her butt and upper thighs. “You are healing quickly but I think another day of bed rest will do you good.”

 

“Oh, no, ma’am,” Harriet replied. “Please, let me serve you or just be with you. I don’t think I could stand another day.”

 

“You’re not going to get into the habit of saying no to me, are you?”

 

Harriet blanched.

 

“I’m just making fun, dear Harriet. I will agree to let you up tomorrow but I don’t want to hear a single word or sound of complaint.”

 

“Of course, ma’am.” Harriet breathed a little easier.

 

“Go to sleep now and I will see you in the morning.”

 

“Good night, ma’am. Thank you.”

 

Caroline dropped a quick kiss on Harriet’s temple. “Good night, Harriet.” She left the room and seemed to take all the light with her.

 

Harriet felt a prickle of tears but comforted herself knowing that she would not be alone when tomorrow dawned. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and it was still there when Martha came in to rouse her.

 

“Up we go.” Martha very gently coaxed her out of bed. She kept Harriet from having to put much weight on her still tender backside and helped her into the bathroom.

 

Harriet was anxious to complete her morning routine and to be allowed downstairs. Martha had to reprimand her to brush all of her teeth but soon the two of them were walking downstairs. Martha in her crisp black uniform and Harriet wearing nothing at all.

 

She nearly ran across the dining room toward Caroline. Flinging herself to her knees, she kissed both of her cousin’s shoes before sitting back. She winced slightly when her buttocks came in contact with her heels but uttered not a word.

 

“Good morning, Harriet. I’m glad to see you looking so bright eyed today. After breakfast, I want you to work on finishing the last chapter of the Eastern tales. I’ve got a publisher interested in looking over them and I want to send them off tomorrow.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I only have about fifty pages left to copy.”

 

“Good.” Caroline set a plate of eggs on the floor with a few pieces of bacon crumbled in them. “I believe these will go down nicely after a day of only broth.”

 

Harriet eagerly bent her face to the plate and lapped up some of the still warm food. “Oh, ma’am. It is delicious,” she replied.

 

“Don’t speak around a mouthful of food. You’re not a savage.”

 

Blushing, Harriet slowed down and swallowed. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I forgot myself.”

 

“You should endeavor not to let that happen. I allow you some leeway because you unfortunately have bad blood running in your veins. You should never forget that you also have my blood circulating in your system.”

 

Harriet nodded. She was so pleased that her cousin acknowledged kinship that she did not bristle at the dig to her mother.

 

“Are you through?” Caroline asked. “Let’s go into the study. I think I’ll have you work in here today.”

 

Eagerly, Harriet followed her down the hallway. She was very stiff and sore but none of it meant anything if she could be beside her owner.

 

Throughout her mornings work, Harriet would squirm slightly on her perch and glance at Caroline. Her cousin was busy with her own work and ignored the naked young woman impaled across the room.

 

It was nearing high tea when Harriet announced, “I’m finished, ma’am.”

 

“Very good. Bring the pages to me.”

 

Harriet rose up and looked longingly at her chair. Not that she would admit it but she was starting to miss it when there was nothing penetrating her rear opening. She carried the typed pages over and knelt beside Caroline before offering them to her.

 

She was content to lightly run her fingers over the hem of Caroline’s skirt while her cousin read over her work.

 

“You’ve done a good job, Harriet,” said Caroline, reaching down and stroking Harriet’s golden hair. “I’ve got something for you.”

 

She reached to the table beside her chair and picked up a leather bound volume. It looked like one of the books that she had been transcribing from. Harriet took hold of it and glanced up.

 

“Do you want me to start on this one next?”

 

Caroline laughed. “Open it, silly.”

 

Doing so, Harriet saw that all the pages were blank. She glanced quizzically up at her cousin.

 

“I want you to begin keeping a journal of your experiences. I think that your development has wroth numerous changes in you. The action of writing them down will be helping in reconciling your mind with what your body tell you.”

 

“My body, ma’am.”

 

“Yes. Your quick responsiveness and your carnal nature are proof enough. You’re a natural slut.”

 

Harriet blushed hotly and glanced down at the book. She thought for a moment. “This will help, ma’am?”

 

“I believe so. I only want you to live up to your potential.”

 

“Then, I’ll do it, ma’am.”

 

“Very good. I want you to take it upstairs and start by writing your thoughts from yesterday.”

 

Harriet started to rise.

 

“However, first I have a task for you.” Caroline smiled down at her. “I want you to give me pleasure.”

 

Almost fainting with anticipation, Harriet reached for Caroline’s skirt. She was surprised when Caroline reached out and held her back with her foot.

 

“It will please me to see you couple with another.”

 

“Ma’am?”

 

Caroline rang the bell and sent the servant who responded to get Jenny. She watched Harriet caress her foot as she stared up at her.

 

“You’ll do this for me, won’t you.”

 

Swallowing, Harriet nodded. At the raised eyebrow, she stuttered. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you want.”

 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Caroline looked up when Jenny came diffidently into the room.  “Both of you stand before me.” She smiled at the quick response. “Strip.”

 

There was a little hesitation before they obeyed. In short order, both women stood uneasily for Caroline to visually inspect them.

 

Harriet cut her eyes over to the maid and could not help but to admire her form. “What is happening to me?” she wondered. “I’m ogling another woman!” She dragged her attention back to Caroline and met her amused eyes.

 

“You want to touch her, don’t you?”

 

Harriet blushed but would not have been able to deny how the pulse between her legs quickened at the thought. She jerked her head up and down.

 

“Turn towards each other and kiss.” Caroline watched as the two beauties before her obeyed her orders. Soon the kissing led to fondling and the two amorous women could not keep their hands off one another.

 

“Very nice. Remember, though, that you’re performing for me. It pleases me to see you both enjoying yourselves but I should be the one that you burn to arouse.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” answered Harriet and Jenny in unison.

 

As they went back to kissing and touching, they made sure that as their lips touched and their hands moved, that Caroline’s view was unobstructed. Soon, both of them were shaking from their mounting arousal.

 

Harriet could hardly stand upright and she was grateful when Caroline ordered them to onto the floor.

 

“I know that your ass is still painful, Harriet, so you are to be on top. Jenny, I want you to lay down on your back with your head toward me.”

 

There was an awkward few moments as the two women got themselves into a classic 69. Harriet shivered as she felt Jenny’s breath on the dampness between her legs.

 

“Start slowly. There is no need to rush.”

 

Caroline had a wonderful view as the two women tentatively began kissing and licking one another. She nearly laughed as Harriet’s arms buckled at the first contact of a tongue on her clit. She knew that Harriet finally understood the fullness of cunnilingus. When she saw Harriet’s head bobbing stop as she enjoyed the caress, she called out. “Harriet. Don’t forget that your partner is aching as much as you are.”

 

Immediately, Harriet pressed an apologetic kiss on Jenny’s inner thigh. She then turned her focus on putting all the lessons she had learned on her knees before her cousin into place for the maid lying beneath her.

 

“I want to hear you.”

 

At Caroline’s request, the two women released the moans that they had been stifling. They also before to allow their lapping and slurping of the other’s cunts to be

 

Harriet’s head was swimming. She was so close to coming but she knew that she had not been given permission. She twisted and arched to get away from Jenny’s maddening tongue.

 

Relaxing in her chair, Caroline passed a hand over her stiff nipples. She admired the erotic struggle as both women tried to hold off their orgasm. Knowing that Harriet was near to bursting, she relented. “Now, my precious. Come for me.”

 

Within two tongue swipes of the command, the women climaxed.

 

“Don’t stop now,” Caroline called.

 

Through their shudders of pleasure, Harriet and Jenny continued to tongue fuck each other.  They writhed and sweated through two more climaxes before Caroline clapped.

 

“Well, done. No, you’re not done yet,” she warned when they would have moved apart. “Clean each other.”

 

Harriet bent her head and began to clean off Jenny’s essence from her damp hair and where it had dripped between her ass cheeks. She could feel herself flushing when she realized that Caroline was kneeling beside her.

 

“That’s it. Get your tongue all the way in there.” Caroline patted her rump gently, mindful of the bruises. “Doesn’t that just feel so naughty? Your nose and tongue are filled with the basest of scents and tastes.”

 

Harriet felt her heart beat speed up. Her womb was still clenching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. With her tongue deep in the crevice of Jenny’s ass, she felt conflicted about her urges.

 

Seeming to read her mind, Caroline whispered,  “Listen to your body,” Caroline whispered. “You want to do this. Your body knows the truth of who you are.” She leaned closer and ran her tongue along the shell of Harriet’s ear. “I can hardly wait to have your tongue bathe me there. Can you?”

 

More than anything else, the promise in that tone convinced Harriet to work her way deeper until her tongue made contact with the tight ring of muscle guarding Jenny’s innermost secrets. She nearly whined when a hand in her hair pulled her head back from her goal.

 

“Thank you, Harriet,” her cousin said. “Now, I want you to go upstairs and begin work in your journal. Jenny, you can continue your chores.”

 

Standing on rubber legs, they both thank Caroline for their pleasure and she sent them off. Harriet carried her book to her room. She chewed on her pencil end for a moment but when she began to write about her feelings, the words seem to flow onto the pages. She wrote for an hour before her tiredness caught up with her and she fell asleep on top of the covers.

 

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

 

Part VIII – Caroline’s Realm

 

While Caroline felt stirred after witnessing her cousin and the maid coupling, she had too many things scheduled that afternoon. Instead of indulging herself, she turned her attention back to the reports from her bankers about the status of her investments.

 

She had financed several expeditions into Africa for gold and diamonds and was anxious to find out the results. Her head was deep in numbers when a racket at the door disturbed her.

 

Maximilian’s voice could be heard getting nearer arguing as a sizeable force overwhelmed him. He apologized as the mob broke into the study.

 

“I tried to stop them, My Lady.”

 

Caroline did not even bother to rise to greet her uninvited guests. “What is the meaning of this invasion?”

 

A skeletally thin man with a shock of white hair stalked across the room toward her. “We have come to save your soul and the souls of those you are leading into wickedness.”

 

“Who are you?”

 

“I am the Right Reverend Scruggins of the Plymouth Brethren.”

 

“God himself is not welcome to barge into my home without an invitation.” Caroline turned her attention to a portly man in a dark blue uniform. “Constable Harper. By what right do you bring these men into my house?

 

“This warrant gives me the right.” The Reverend Scruggins rubbed his hands together as he gloated. “I’ve wanted to close this den of iniquity since your father’s days.”

 

“Den of what?  Speak plain, Sir, what are you talking about?”

 

“You made a costly mistake when you enslaved a free woman.”

 

“I beg your pardon?”

 

Reverend Scruggins turned to one of his men. “Bring her.”

 

“You’re bringing in yet another person to my house without my permission?”

 

“Yes. See, we had heard about your fornication ball and, so, we sent in a young woman to seek the truth.” He turned and waved forward a teenager. “She reported to us what you’ve done.”

 

“I don’t recall ever seeing that woman before in my life.”

 

“Erm, ma’am?” Maximilian interrupted. “She is a temporary maid we hired for three days. We needed extra help before, during and after the ball.”

 

Caroline glared at her faithful servant. “And you did a truly wonderful job of vetting her,” she snapped. She turned back to the minister. “So? What does the word of this girl carry over that of a peer of the realm?”

 

“Don’t try that tone with me. Not even your high powered friends can protect your from the repercussions of your perversions.”

 

“Perversions?” Caroline spat. “It is your abuse of Scripture that is the real perversion.”

 

“Blasphemy! How dare you speak of scripture? You’re a harlot.”

 

“If I recall, Jesus had a special place in his heart for whores.” Caroline shook her head. “Not that I am a whore.  I am a simple woman who has no idea why my evening is being disrupted in this manner.”

 

“You’ve enslaved and abused a free woman.”

 

“What are you talking about? Everyone in my service is here of their own free will.”

 

“Really? Then how do you explain this?” he asked, pointed at two of the men who entered the study with a dazed Harriet in tow.

 

She had been sound asleep when they had burst into her room and proceeded to drag her downstairs. They had not even bothered to cover her in their haste to return with their prize to the study.

 

“Oh, you poor, poor child.” The Reverend moved forward and put his own jacket on her to cover her nakedness.

 

“What? Ma’am?” Harriet asked. She tried to remove the coat and move over to her cousin but was held fast by the men.

 

“We’ve come to release you from bondage.”

 

Harriet looked to Caroline. “What’s going on? Are you sending me away?”

 

“No, I…”

 

“Silence,” he roared as he interrupted Caroline. “We are here to rescue the perishing. You are coming with us, child.”

 

“But I don’t want to leave.”

 

“You know not of what you say.” Shaking his head in pity, he smiled at Harriet. “Don’t worry, child. We’ll soon have you back on the path to righteousness.”

 

“I belong here!”

 

“You are a lost lamb who belongs with God. Don’t worry, we’ll protect you.”

 

“I don’t need protection.”

 

“Oh, really? Then how do you account for those marks on your backside?”

 

“I needed correction.”

 

“The only correction you need is found by accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.” He waved at his henchmen to take Harriet out of the house.

 

“Noooo,” Harriet wailed as the men dragged her out. Her last view of Caroline was her standing regally on the far side of the room. Her bright green gown was in stark contrast to the somber black of the Reverend and his men.

 

The Reverend turned to follow them out of the house. “I’m not going to rest until I save the others in the household.”

 

“My staff is here of their free will. As is my cousin.”

 

“We’ll see if she says the same after we’ve saved her from your perfidious influence.” The Reverend snarled,  “I only wish I had a warrant for your arrest.” He waved his congregants out of the room.

 

“Constable,” Caroline said in a deceptively mild tone. “There will be a reckoning for this.”

 

The uniformed man blushed. “He got a judge to sign the warrant. That’s who you need your concerns to. I just carry them out.”

 

“I’ll remember that.” Caroline crushed the heavy paper in her fist and listened until the sound of the carriages had faded into the night.

 

The three carriages hurtled down the drive as if the driver’s wished to flee the grounds before anyone else was led into temptation.  Above the hoof beats, rose the sound of singing.

 

Harriet was in the middle carriage and she was sandwiched between two large women. They had thrown a blanket over her naked legs when she was thrust aboard but had refused to talk to her. They just sang hymns for the duration of the trip.

 

Finally, the carriages slowed and then stopped. Harriet was led out of the carriage and taken into a church. The women who had shared her carriage were joined by several others who took Harriet into a basement room.

 

Unceremoniously, they stripped away the blanket and jacket covering her. Harriet tried to pull away but the women kept a tight hold on her arms.

 

“What are you doing to me?” Harriet asked.

 

“You must be cleansed before you can be welcomed back into the fold.”

 

“I’m clean. I took a bath this morning.”

 

“We must wash the filth from that place from you.” The largest of the women pushed her into a pool and began to scrub her thoroughly with lye soap. The other women joined her and Harriet felt like the first layer of skin was gone before they allowed her to rinse off.

 

Once she passed inspection, they forced her into a white robe and dragged her back upstairs. Harriet looked around at the dimly lit knave. The dark stone and shadows were scary but it was the silent gaze of those filling the pews that truly frightened her.

 

Reverend Scruggins stood up and began to preach. He gripped the edge of the lectern and leaned toward the congregation. “We are here today to witness what happens when there is a glorifying the homosexual lifestyle. We should be worried and we should be concerned about where this will lead.”

 

Harriet felt the blood leave her face in a rush. She peeked out of the corner of her eyes at the others in her pew to see if anyone is staring at her.  Quite a few of the congregants were.

 

“Our nation is facing a disaster of great proportions! Of that we can be sure. God said the land would vomit out its inhabitants for lesser violations than what we saw today.” He struck his palm down sharply. “Sexual abnormality is like a cancerous tumor on the society. If you let a cancer spread, it will kill the host. We cannot allow that to happen.”

 

Her fists clenched in her lap, Harriet realized that she was hyperventilating. She tried to slow her breathing but his next words almost made her retch.

 

“You cannot believe the depravation we witnessed,” he declared. “To know that a Lady is involved is another sign of how far we’ve fallen as a nation. Is this the future we want? Or the hell that we can avoid?”

 

It seemed like the preacher was asking the question directly of her.

 

He said, "What these people need, who live under the slavery of sexual immorality, is an abundant grace. It exists. Therefore, we will encourage those who live in this manner to look at the grace of Jesus Christ.” He pointed directly at Harriet. “We have rescued one such unfortunate. Join me now in songs of praise for her release.”

 

Harriet could not believe that the things he was saying could in any way apply to her. The heights of passion that she had experienced with her cousin must be too glorious to lead down to the depths of hell. It could not be wrong to feel so good.

 

The service continued on for hours and Harriet was bored to tears long before the women dragged her to her feet and to the baptismal pool. Before she could say a word, she was dunked under the water several times.

 

Gasping for breath, she was then made to stand in front of the congregation with the dripping gown plastered to her body. She could feel the stares of the congregation on her barely concealed skin. She felt even more naked in the thin and soaking shift than when she had been completely unclothed in her cousin’s home.

 

The Reverend continued to rant about the desecration of the body that she had endured. Harriet was cold and tired and she had developed a terrible headache. She wanted to speak about what she was enduring now but the dour faces staring at her kept her silent.

 

The sun was rising on a new day when the service finally ended. Harriet was put into the care of a severe looking matron. Entering the woman’s home, she was directed to put on a dark and heavy skirt. She was also handed a heavy wool sweater to pull onto her cold body.

 

“I’m hungry,” Harriet said.

 

“You’ll eat when I say.” The woman glared at her. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”

 

“Then let me go.”

 

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She dished up a thin gruel and slammed the bowl on the table. “Don’t worry you’ll be going soon enough.”

 

“Good. I don’t want Caroline worrying about me.”

 

“You won’t be returning there, dearie. You’re off to China to repay the gift of life the Reverend gave you with service.”

 

Harriet made a face. “I don’t want to go to China.”

 

“You should be grateful that you’ll be given this chance at redemption. You could have been left to suffer and then die and then suffer some more.” The woman seemed upset that Harriet would no longer get that fate. “Come with me,” she suddenly demanded.

 

Harriet slurped the last of her soup and followed the woman to a small cell like room. The flimsy mattress was a far cry from the one she’d enjoyed in her cousins house and even less that what she slept on when her father was still alive.

 

“You’ll stay here until they come for you.”

 

Harriet got into bed and rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. She felt a prickle of tears behind her eyes. Slowly, she wiggled one hand between her legs to cup her mound. She didn’t stroke herself because even in this place that was far from Hastings Manor, her orgasm still belonged to Caroline.

 

Except for meals and thrice daily trips to the loo, Harriet stayed in the room for four days. On that day, she was given heavy woolen stockings and clunky shoes and told to dress in the outfit she had been given when she arrived.

 

Harriet was led to the door where a carriage waited for her. Once she was inside, the door was locked from the outside. Forlornly, Harriet was able to peer through a chink in the wood as the carriage took her farther and farther from Hastings Manor.

 

She was finally let out into a scene of pure chaos. A group wearing stiff, dark clothes was waiting for her. She could see a number of ships before her and the sights and smells of the port were nearly overwhelming.

 

“Finally, you’re here. Our ship leaves within the hour. It was not very considerate of Reverend Scruggins to send you with so little time to spare.”

 

“Are we really going to China?”

 

One of the men nodded. “Yes, sister.  Are you ready to spread the Gospel to the natives?”

 

“Uh, sure. I mean amen.” Harriet looked at the group. None of them were looking at her with the disdain of the Reverends flock. They seemed eager to get on their way and expected her to feel the same.

 

This was the perfect opportunity. None of them seemed to suspect that her heart was committed elsewhere. Harriet waited until the first members of the group began to board, she then told one of the women that she simply must be allowed to relieve herself before she could possibly get onto the ship.

 

“I really have to go now.”

 

“Oh, all right. There is a lavatory in that guesthouse. Go quickly and join us on board.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” Harriet answered.

 

“The Captain is already upset that we’ve delayed this long. You must hurry since you don’t want to be left behind.”

 

Being left was exactly what Harriet intended. She walked slowly to the indicated building and turned to wave at those on the gangplank before opening the door. Quickly, she walked down the dark hallway. Opening another door, she passed through the common courtyard to the next building. It was a public house and she scurried quickly through and out the door.

 

She was on the next block away from the ship. Hoping that the carriage had not taken too many turns, she turned to go left down the street. She walked as quickly as she could eastward. As Harriet hurried, she had to duck the busy sailors and dodge the many horses that clogged the streets. Several times she nearly lost her footing on the slick cobblestones but she was so desperate to get away that she quickly regained her balance and moved onwards.

 

After walking all day, she reached the city limits as the sun was going down. She hid under a bridge the first night and stole some apples from a bin to break her fast the next day. She stayed to the side of the roadway and walked only at night. She hunkered down in the tall grass whenever people or carriages came down the road.

 

After three days of walking, her feet were in terrible shape from the uncomfortable shoes. Angrily, she tore them off her feet and hurled them into a creek. She would do the rest of the miles barefoot.

 

She slept fitfully during the day under trees and bridges and limped ever onwards when darkness fell. She was cold, tired, and hungry when the manor house finally came into view. She stumbled to the back door and entered through the kitchen. The scents of the food nearly make her swoon but she ignored them and the excited cries of the servants.

 

“What on earth happened to you, Miss Harriet?” Martha asked as she stood before the pale figure.

 

Harriet did not know what to say. There was just so much that had happened to her but, right now, she had something more important to do than rehash her past.

 

“Where is she?” she demanded.

 

“In the study but she doesn’t want to be disturbed.” Martha shook her head, sadly. “She hasn’t wanted anything since you were taken from us,” she confessed.

 

Her mind clear, Harriet began to strip in the hallway. She ripped the hated clothes from her body and flung them to the floor. Once she was naked, she asked, “You can dispose of these, right?”

 

“Of course I can.” Martha smiled. “Good luck.”

 

Harriet walked proudly to the study and let herself in without knocking.

 

“I told you not to bother me,” Caroline spat out, hardly looking up from her position by the French doors. 

 

Standing for a moment in the doorway, Harriet swayed and swallowed. She had almost forgotten how powerfully her cousin’s presence affected her. Even now, when Caroline was wan and pale, Harriet felt her heart pounding from the beauty before her.

 

Caroline was wearing riding breeches and knee-high boots. The trousers accentuated her feminine figure by hugging all her curves and the boots made Harriet’s pulse race. She wondered, fleetingly, if her cousin’s crop was near to hand.

 

Steeling her nerve, Harriet took a step into the room. “Please, ma’am,” she begged. “Please let me come home.”

 

Startled, Caroline whirled from the window and stared across the room. “Harriet,” she breathed.

 

Dropping to her knees, Harriet crawled across the room until she was at her cousin’s feet. She pressed a kiss to the leather and knelt there with her head down, praying that she would not be sent away.

 

Caroline reached out a trembling hand and lightly touched the golden hair. “I thought you were gone forever.”

 

“No, ma’am. I could never leave you. I belong to you.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Harriet sat back on her heels and looked up into Caroline’s eyes. “Nothing was right until now and I am back here, before you, on my knees.”

 

“But you could have had a normal life with the Reverend and his flock.” Caroline looked concerned. “Speaking of that, where is the Right Reverend Scruggins?”

 

“I ran from them.”

 

“So, they’ll be here at any moment to take you again.” Caroline crossed her arms across her chest. It hurt to know that she was going to lose Harriet as soon as the Reverend mounted another attack.

 

“No, I waited until they had turned me over to a party of missionaries heading abroad. They were going to take me to China.”

 

“China?” Carolina repeated in disbelief. “That bastard.” She looked down at Harriet with tears running down her cheeks and thought that the girl had never looked more beautiful. She could see Harriet’s need in the tension of her body.

 

“Come closer,” Caroline ordered. She extended one of her boots between Harriet’s legs and exerted gentle pressure. In seconds, Harriet was writhing against the leather.

 

“Oh, thank you, ma’am.” Harriet tried to maintain eye contact but the pleasure from being fucked by her Mistresses boot made it difficult to focus.

 

“You may hold on.”

 

Gratefully, Harriet clutched behind Caroline’s knee. She rested her cheek against the soft fabric of her cousin’s slacks and lost herself in ecstasy. She had missed this so very much.

 

As she neared climax, she looked up into the stern but loving eyes. “Please, ma’am. May I come?”

 

“Yes, my darling slut. Come for your owner.”

 

Harriet obeyed and shuddered repeatedly as she spent herself. She kissed the fabric-covered knee and tried to catch her breath. Caroline pumped her leg and Harriet came again.

 

“Clean yourself off my boots.”

 

Immediately, the young woman had backed up enough to get busy following the order. She was beginning to love the taste of herself mixed with the leather. She also loved that these boots were thin enough for Caroline to feel every swipe of her tongue.

 

Placing a final kiss on the toe of the boot, she sat up on her heels. Harriet’s eyes were clearer as she gazed up at Caroline. “Thank you, ma’am.”

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

“May I serve you? Please,” Harriet begged.

 

“Later. You look very tired. How far have you come?”

 

“I had to wait until we reached Portsmouth and they were boarding the ship before I could make my escape.”

 

“Portsmouth? That’s over a hundred miles. How did you get back here?”

 

Harriet shrugged. “I walked,” she admitted.

 

Staring down at awe, Caroline asked, “But why?”

 

“Please, ma’am.  It wasn’t my choice to leave but it was certainly was my choice to return. If it pleases you, I’d like to have no more choices but what you permit.”

 

Caroline extended a shaky hand to pull the bell. Before she could, the door opened and Martha entered with a strap of leather in her hands. Her eyes were shining with tears as she held the collar out. “You’ll be wanting this, My Lady.”

 

“How did…oh, never mind.” Caroline waved off the impertinence. With the slim leather warming in her hand, she felt muscles that had been tense for days finally relax. She straightened to her full height and felt the joy of control running through her veins.

 

“I think you’ve earned this, now.”

 

Harriet’s eyes swam with tears. “Oh, thank you, ma’am.”

 

“By accepting this collar from my hands to your throat you acknowledge that you willfully give up your personal rights and freedoms and grant to me the full usage of your body and mind to do with as I see fit. You offer to me your devotion, loyalty and complete obedience. I expect you to trust, respect and honor me in all your actions. Do you understand and accept my terms?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“Once I have placed this collar on my property, it may not be removed except by me.  It is not for the you to decide when and where the collar shall be worn.”

 

“I understand. I won’t ever take it off.”

 

“Welcome home, pet.”

 

Harriet bent her head to receive the collar and then grabbed Caroline’s hands after they had secured it around her neck. She placed kisses on both palms and then dropped to kiss her feet. “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you so very much.”

 

 

The End