'Let me help you, madame,' said Juliette; 'you know I have always let you help me when you have whipped me.'
'We will both see to you,' I said. 'Juliette, get the bath ready.'
I undid Muriel's bonds and gently raised her up. She could not bear to sit on her poor bottom, but hung round my neck and across my knees, the picture of abject submission.
'Oh, my lover, my king,' she murmured, 'you have won me, you have mastered me. I am your slave, I love, I worship you.'
Juliette came back to say that the bath was ready, and between us we carried Muriel into the bathroom, which led off her bedroom, and laid her in it.
Juliette took the soap bowl and, making a lovely lather, prepared to cover her mistress with it. Some of the soap splashed on me.
'You'll get your clothes spoiled,' she said; 'you had better take them off.'
I did as she suggested and in a minute or two was as naked as they were. We soaped Muriel all over and then Juliette produced a flask of some sweet-scented oil which she gently applied to the poor scourged bottom and thighs. She dried her tenderly and laid her on the cool sheet.
Muriel gave a little sigh of fatigue and closed her eyes. I took a towel and began to dry myself. Juliette was putting things straight, going here and there quickly as she replaced bottles and soap and brushes.
It might have been Ancient Rome - Rome of the Empire. This marble bathroom, myself a young patrician, and Juliette a slave-girl attending on my wants.
I watched her slim form everywhere, my desire growing hotter and hotter, until at last she stooped down with her back to me to pick something up from the floor and in so doing showed me all her lovely bottom and the darling little pussy pouting out between her thighs.
I did not say a word, but silently came behind her, caught her round the hips and thrust John Thomas between the lips which were ready and eager to receive him.
She gave a little start of surprise, then a pleased laugh. 'You silly impetuous boy. Why not wait until we can be comfortable?'
But I was far too eager to wait and began working in and out with vigour.
'Cecil,' called Muriel, 'where are you? I want you.'
'I can't come for the moment, I'm busy. I'll be with you in a minute.'
'But I want you now. What are you doing?'
Juliette chuckled. I made no answer, but went on working. I was just finished when I saw Muriel's reflection in the glass standing on the floor.
'I thought as much,' she said.
I had finished my work and turned to face her. Juliette also turned coolly and faced her mistress.
I could not help comparing this interruption with the other, earlier on that afternoon.
'What are you doing here?' I said. 'Go back to bed. Do you want another whipping?'
'I wanted you,' she said humbly.
'Well, I was busy, as you see. I'll come to you in a minute, in fact, we will both come.'
She darted a look of hatred at Juliette.
'None of that,' I said, 'I won't have it. You must be friends with Juliette. Go and kiss her at once.'
She hesitated.
'Go and kiss her at once, or shall I fetch the whip?'
'Oh, no, no,' she shuddered and went slowly towards Juliette.
An idea struck me. 'Kneel down,' I said, 'and kiss those other lips of hers. You said you wanted me. Well, you'll find some of me there. Kiss her and thank her for whipping you.'
It was lovely to see the conflict of pride and fear in Muriel. She gave Juliette and me a quick glance and then, sobbing, knelt down before her maid's naked body and pressed her lips on the thick curls.
'Say what I told you to say,' I urged.
'Thank you, Juliette,' she sobbed stammeringly, 'for whipping me.'
It was too much for her and she bowed her head and wept.
Juliette's pity was moved. 'Oh, Muriel,' she said, as she gently raised her mistress, 'don't be angry with me, forgive me if I hurt you.'
She raised her to her feet and the two women fell into each other's arms.
'That's right,' I said, 'now we will go to bed.'
Grace and Anna
Temptation comes in many forms and this excerpt from an early twentieth century American text combines two of its most potent - greed and lust. Wealthy Mr Anderson has struck up a relationship with two pretty flappers out for some fun before settling down in marriage. Given their circumstances, it is only natural that the girls are keen to feather their nests for the future. And given the gregarious nature of their personalities, it is no surprise that Mr Anderson is willing to supply the feathers.
Affairs have progressed to the stage where the gentleman - and his versatile manservant, Joseph - have a pretty good understanding with the ladies. At this point Mr A makes the demure twosome a proposition so shocking that they reject it out of hand - even the promise of a tempting sum of money cannot persuade them. Or can it?
'How is it, girls,' I said, growing serious, 'that in your tales of your seductions, you have, neither of you, taken part in the delicious French or sodomistic scenes that I am sure must be known to you?'
'Sodomistic?' echoed Grace, looking at me perplexed. 'What, Mr Anderson, do you mean by that? In what way is that done? Is it something new - something—' And as she saw Anna and I laughing at her she stopped with her mouth agape.
'As you see, Anna knows something of it,' I said, 'and I know, dear Grace, that your education has been sadly neglected in this respect. I am sure that if you once tasted the joys of a stiff pintle thrust forcibly into the confines of your rectum you would never, never be content with any other method.'
But the disgusted looks on both of the girls' faces told me that they had never, as yet, been enjoyed in that particular manner, and Grace, especially, placed her tiny hand over my lips as though to stop my speech and Anna placed her fingers in her ears.
'But you simply must listen, girls,' I said, 'this is of importance to you, and if you like it not, I will make you my proposition.'
At this their natural curiosity to hear what I had to say overcame their prudent scruples and they listened eagerly. I said slowly and distinctly, 'If either, or both of you, would at any time find yourself willing to submit to me in this manner, without reserve, and allow me to thoroughly and completely sodomize you, I am willing to give you for yourself the sum of one hundred dollars.'
'Never!' said Anna emphatically. 'You would never, never persuade me to submit to that! It is true that I have heard of it, and have even known girls who have had it done to them, but as far as I am concerned personally, you will never have occasion to give that sum to me, my dear Mr Anderson.'
'But how - how on earth can it be possible?' asked Grace, her brow corrugated with wonderment. 'I do not at all see how it would be possible for a man to put his thing up in a girl back there! Why, I should think that it would kill her!'
'Oh no,' said Anna, adopting an air of wisdom, 'I do not think, Grace, that a girl would actually die from it, especially if the man used a little care and did not violently assault her. But, as far as I am concerned, I do not want any part of it, and will be content with the natural way for the present.'
'Oh, I wasn't thinking of trying it,' said the bashful Grace, 'I merely wondered about it, for it is the first time that I ever heard of it, and as I know there must be many things that I do not know of, naturally I wanted to find out all about it.'
'Well,' I said, 'my offer still stands, and as you both know where the place is here, and also the phone number, you may let me know at any time and if I am disengaged, I will gladly hold you to the agreement. This, of course, does not in any way change our plans for the future, and now girls, if you are ready, we will drive you back to your street.'
Anna again emphatically stated her views on this matter, Grace saying not a word and, calling Joseph, I told him to make ready the car. I escorted the girls back to their corner and made an appointment for a later date. Being tired, I had Joseph drive me right home and to bed.
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To my intense surprise (about noon the next day) I received a phone call and, upon answering, the following conversation ensued:
'Hello, is this Mr Anderson?'
'Yes,' I said, wondering who it might be.
'Well,' said a laughing voice, 'this is Anna. You know.'
'Oh, hello!' I greeted her, wondering what in the world she was calling for. 'How are you Anna? Well, I hope?'
'Oh, I'm all right,' she said, 'but I called you to find out if you are still willing to spend that sum you spoke of when we left the other night. Is it still an offer?'
'Oh, yes, yes!' I said, perfectly befuddled at her words, after her remarks of the other evening when we had been together, 'But - but - you know - your views - your ideas on such things—'
'Oh, bunk!' she said snappily. 'I did not think in the world that you believed that talk when I said it. Surely you did not think I would come right out in front of Grace and express myself? It will be all new to me - but still - the consideration - that is what attracts me. Do you wish me to meet you tonight?'
'Well, just a minute,' I parried, 'you are rushing things rather and I do not know what I have to do - maybe—'
'But this surely is important!' she laughed in the phone. 'I am sure that business might wait in view of what I offer you - but still, if you wish to postpone it—'
'No,' I said shortly, 'I will meet you in the same place tonight, and I am sure that you understand fully the matter, do you, Anna?'
'Oh, yes,' she said, 'I will be waiting, but now I must go as I am on my lunch hour. Be there! Good-bye!'
I mechanically replaced the receiver and thought to myself what an ardent hypocrite this young girl was. Then, to myself, I wondered if perhaps this was not the first time, but of that, I was willing to chance it, as experienced or new, it would be a novel experience for me.
But the marvels of the day were not over, for later in the afternoon I received another call. This time it was from demure Grace, who asked if she might see me by herself as there was something that she wished to tell me.
'So!' I thought to myself. 'Both the fish are nibbling at the bait and here is the second catch!'
I was, however, careful not to mention it directly over the phone, as I knew that Grace was an entirely different girl in a lot of respects than the bold Anna. I told her that I was going out that night but, if she knew how to reach my apartment, that I would be more than glad to see her on the next evening at seven o'clock.
She seemed somewhat disappointed over the fact that she could not see me that evening but consented to meet me as I arranged and, after telling her to be punctual, I chortled in great glee at this prospect of a double portion of amusement.
In preparation of the event I sent Joseph to the bank for some currency, and dressing myself with care, I set out that evening to keep my appointment with Anna.
She made early appointments and kept them, and once we were within the confines of the car, she laughed merrily over my bewilderment on the phone as Joseph drove up rapidly to my apartment.
Once within, he prepared some drinks and Anna, having worn a light coat as the evening was somewhat cool, laid it aside and dashed off the drink of potent liquor at one swallow. 'Why, Anna!' I marvelled. 'You must be real thirsty tonight!'
'Considering what is in store for me,' she said, 'I think it best that I feel rather good before it happens, for in my own senses I do not think that I would ever be able to go through it. Why, Mr Anderson, can you not be content with the other way, and leave that go for some other time? I promise you faithfully I will stand by my bargain at any time you ask for it.'
'Now, now,' I said, shaking a finger at her, 'surely Anna, you did not come here to wheedle me out of the agreement that we made over the phone. If you did so, I will tell you that you are wasting time, and I will have none of it. I am perfectly willing to treat you nice, and to allow you to have all of the fun you want, but this' - and here I produced a roll of small bills to the amount of one hundred dollars and displayed them to her - 'is what I promise to you, and it is yours if you carry out your part of the thing? Do you wish it, or shall I call it off?' And I pressed the bills into her tiny hand which closed unconsciously over them.
'It is so terrible,' she said, making a wry face, 'but still, I know that you will be as easy with me as possible. If you will let me drink a few drinks, as I know that I will get awfully hot, then I will not notice it so much. Before I know it, it will be all over - or at least I hope so.'
I could not help but laugh at her peculiar method of reasoning and promised to allow her to drink as much as she wished. Calling Joseph in, I told him to bring in a full bottle of liquor and leave it on the small stand beside us.
Upon his retiring, I took the fair girl in my arms and subjected her to a storm of passionate caresses. Upon my suggestion she wriggled out of her short skirt and, clothed only in her short step-ins, stockings, and slippers, she abandoned her winsome person to my roving hands.
I thought it best that I also remove my apparel and, stepping into the adjoining room, I stripped to the skin and put on a long bath robe and slippers. Then I returned to the room.
Anna had helped herself liberally from the bottle while awaiting me and, upon my return, seeing that I had completely disrobed she gave a little cry of sensual joy. Seizing hold of my staff, she patted and squeezed it between her magnetic little hands till I was forced to gently move them from it lest I spurt my charge on her wrist and elbows.
'No, no, Anna,' I said, 'the first thing you know you will have me shooting all over you! Be careful with those touchy little hands of yours, Miss Passion.'
'The better for me,' she said, 'when I have to let you do that to me! If I get you to the spending point I am sure that you will not be able to hurt me, so you see, there is method in my madness.'
'I shall soon stop that,' I said, pushing her over on her back and mounting her perfect nude form and spreading her thighs with my knees. 'I shall at once give you this charge up into what you term the "proper place", and then, Miss Smarty, you may have the second one in the place I have paid for.'
Anna made a little grimace of disappointment, but my peg once in her, she forgot all else and wiggled and twisted about it like a worm on a hook and milked from its throbbing length a full charge of my steaming dew and drew it all up into the soft moist confines of her gaping womb.
I always enjoyed the possession of this beautiful girl, and the thought of sodomizing her, of opening this most private of all private orifices of her body, designed by Nature for so different a purpose, had thrilled me all the day with pleasant expectation. Now, with the prize in my arms, I did full justice to my sweet and adoring prey.
By reason of the two or three generous drinks that Anna had taken, combined with her natural hot and burning sensuality when she was once plugged, all combined to make her a weaving, dancing torrent of lust. I was forced to spill twice before her greedy quim somewhat relaxed its tight compression on my throbbing rod and allowed it to slip out between her feverish thighs.
We both lay there exhausted and, pouring the girl another drink, I allowed her to repair the damage done to her person while we sat for a while talking of many things.
'Do not tell Grace about this,' she said suddenly. 'I would not have her know about this for the world!' she said earnestly. 'Have I your word for that, Mr Anderson?' And she sat up, displaying to me all her adorable nakedness like a young nymph, as she gripped the half-emptied glass in her hand.
I saw she was growing drunk and assured her that I had no intention of communicating her confidence to her girl friend (which was of course the truth) and she relaxed back in my arms with a contented sigh.
I amused myself for a while, toying with the erect nipples of her well-formed breasts, an action that in no way displeased the naturally sensual girl. Then, allowing my hand to run over her naked back, I slipped it down to her swelling posteriors and slapped her lightly on the elastic cheeks.
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seemed to bring back to her mind the task that lay before her and, passing her bare arms about my neck, she kissed me warmly on the lips and again asked me if there was no way that I might dispense with this ultimate sacrifice of her backward quim.
These efforts of the beautiful girl to seduce me from my intent, to replace for the so-much desired act with one that, although pleasurable to me, in no way compared with the thrill I expected to receive in her abnormal possession, all worked powerfully on my senses. With difficulty I refrained from possessing her on the spot.
'No, Anna,' I said softly, 'I will not be turned from my purpose, and all your blandishments your sweet endearments, your soft and seductive kissings, will in no way prove a substitute for what you have already agreed on. I am determined to possess you in that way, and any artifices or excuses that you might use only strengthen in me my desire to impale you to the full length of my prong - to feel it revel within you - to enjoy your tightness and constriction - in fact, my dear, I doubt if you, even without our agreement, could ever dissuade me from the thought that I now have in mind!'
To my surprise she immediately desisted and, taking a stiff drink myself, I gave her another and watched her eyes glisten as the fiery liquor coursed through her veins.
I now, however, considered the means at hand to complete my project, as I knew that it would be impossible to bind the girl and, left free, she was bound to struggle and twist, which would make the conjunction hard, if not totally impossible, once started.
To get her on her stomach and to impale her, especially for the first time, would require some ingenuity. In this respect I evolved a plan that I was sure would not only meet with success but also with her approval and of this I now spoke.
'Anna, dear,' I said, kissing her again, and feeling my rod stiffen at the contact of her velvety lips, 'we are now approaching the time when you are to deliver to me your nether maidenhead and, knowing your warm nature, I have devised a plan that I think will meet your utmost approval.'
'What is it?' she cried wonderingly.
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