Increasingly obsessed with her own thoughts, Nadine lost interest in the scene on the other side of the mirror. She turned and looked at the outfit she had been planning to wear that evening. A nice choice, she thought, eyeing the black lace see-through kaftan which would have swept the floor but covered nothing. Nothing would have been worn underneath. But this, she decided, was perhaps not quite right for the evening she had in mind. Too soft and too pretty – and too exposing of her own body.
Instead, from the dark cupboard in the corner of the room, she got out a far more disciplined outfit, and one of her favourites. Once it was on, she surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that was strictly one-way only. Soft, clinging leather covered her body from head to toe. Black, of course, the collar was just a simple ring studded with metal spikes that caught the light when she moved. The collar was joined to the bodice with thongs of rolled leather, and in the bodice itself were two holes through which her nipples shyly peeped.
‘Now, my little pretties,’ she cooed as she rubbed each one between finger and thumb, ‘don’t be shy. Mummy wants you to come out to play.’
Dutifully, her nipples responded and stood proud of the black leather like two pink buttons. Her eyes surveyed the rest of her outfit. The legs were slashed high to her hips. A row of studs ran across her pelvis, and silver chains ran from beneath those slashed leg openings and held her thigh-high boots in place. The boots had high spiked silver heels and matching spurs.
‘Very nice. Very nice indeed,’ Nadine drawled with satisfaction, then held her head thoughtfully to one side. ‘Perhaps one little finishing touch,’ she said. Her natural sense of drama craved the unusual. From a drawer in a unit to the side of the dark wardrobe, she took a black eye patch and a silver-topped whip.
The effect was satisfying, though sinister. Smiling with menace, she placed her palms flat on either side of the mirror and leant towards it so her face was but two inches away from her own reflection.
‘Oh, dark mistress,’ she hissed slowly at the mirror, her breath misting the cold glass, ‘go take your place in the scheme of things, and dance your dolls to the tune of your own desires.’
Satiated with sex and the smell of Gregory’s maleness regrettably washed from her body, Penny dressed in a slim sheath with thin straps that she considered bordering on the virginal. It was low-cut, floaty and swept near the floor. Yet it clung to her curves and denied her rising breasts and curving hips nothing. Even the shape of her mons and belly was contoured by the soft blue material that a thousand silkworms must have beavered night and day to produce.
As she opened the door to her room, she glanced over her shoulder at her reflection and smiled. Her bottom, so recently pounded by Gregory’s hot pubes, had a defiant and pert look about it. Like two pear halves, she thought, smothered by a layer of swirling blueberry syrup. Then she closed the door on the room and the reflection.
At dinner, she met Clarissa.
Clarissa’s hair was cut short and vaguely fashionable. Her face was heart-shaped, but set slightly off-centre so that when she smiled her mouth looked a bit lop-sided and one eye gave the impression of being just a wee bit higher than the other.
Apart from her almond-shaped brown eyes, she was un-remarkable. She was of average height, average looks and had poor taste when it came to clothes.
If what she had on was supposed to be suitable for evening, it certainly wasn’t suitable for a girl of her age. Judging by the wide straps and elasticated waist, it might very likely have belonged to a middle-aged aunt of a particularly frumpy disposition.
Penny felt instantly sorry for her.
Even her constant wittering did little to endear her as a young girl on the threshold of life, but rather as a plain little sparrow never destined to be anything but easily forgotten.
The more Clarissa chattered, the more chance Penny got to study everyone else’s reaction. Like her, it was obvious that whatever Clarissa waxed lyrical about was going over everyone’s heads. They were commenting with negative words just for the sake of politeness but, apart from that, everyone seemed to be engrossed in their own thoughts.
But as her one glass of wine turned into two, then three, and then four, Clarissa’s talk became looser, her inhibitions having been drowned in the warm bouquet of a decent bottle of Chardonnay.
So, thought Penny, beneath that drab plumage and Daddy’s-little-girl image was a more exotic bird just ripe for the plucking. Later in the evening she found out Nadine was thinking very much along the same lines.
It was after dinner, when Penny had removed Reggie’s hot hand from her equally hot pussy, that Nadine, her face a mass of smiles, invited Penny to leave the men to themselves and go with her and Clarissa to her apartment for what she termed a ‘girly chat’.
There was something oddly Victorian and out of character about Nadine’s request, but Penny went along.
Once through the heavy door that divided the more prosaic aspect of Beaumont Place from the private, Clarissa was silenced and Penny herself was overcome with the sheer opulence of the brocade coverings of the corridor walls. Vivid and obviously valuable paintings in gilt frames added to the private splendour of Nadine’s very own domain, and gilt wall lights fashioned into frivolous bows and ripe heads of wheat gave reflected light to heavy mirrors and gleaming brass.
Nadine’s very high heels sank silently into thick runs of blue and red Persian rugs, and the cheeks of her bare bottom swung at a sharp rate from left to right as she led the way, her cohort of Penny and Clarissa marching apprehensively behind.
Nadine paused, hand on hip in front of a pair of rich mahogany double doors. Her one uncovered eye glanced from Penny to Clarissa and back again. It was obviously done for effect, and the amused smile that played around Nadine’s mouth seemed directed at the former rather than the latter.
‘I’ve a present for you, Clarissa,’ said Nadine, and, with an unusually sweeping flourish and a bright smile, she draped her long arm around Clarissa’s meaty shoulders.
‘For me, Nadine?’ whispered the girl, her eyes as bright as a child at Christmas and her cheeks still flushed with wine. The more closely Nadine drew towards Clarissa, the more Clarissa recoiled, her fingers curling into the palms of her hands as though loath to touch the soft leather of Nadine’s splendid outfit.
‘For you, my darling Clarissa,’ purred Nadine, gently pinching one of the girl’s shiny cheeks. ‘But first, you have to take your clothes off.’
‘What?’
Clarissa’s eyes opened wide and her face took on a deeper colour than before.
Penny raised one quizzical eyebrow and waited to see just what Nadine had in store. She half-expected Clarissa to say goodbye. But the girl, a hint of stubbornness squaring her chin, stayed put.
‘Take your clothes off, little sparrow,’ Nadine went on, her hands caressing a cheek before she took her chin between finger and thumb and looked deep into her eyes. ‘I will help you, and Penny will take hers off, too.’
Nadine nodded at Penny. lntrigued to find out what the present was and what was behind the double doors – and knowing they wouldn’t be allowed in until Nadine’s orders had been obeyed – Penny let the silky dress drop from her body and fall in a swirl to the thickly carpeted floor.
Clarissa stared open-mouthed at her. Almost with reverence, her eyes skirted the creamy breasts and dark forest of pubic hair that was now exposed before her eyes.
‘Come on, my little sparrow,’ cooed Nadine as she undid the girl’s bulky dress. ‘We’re all girls together, aren’t we now?’
Clarissa couldn’t answer. Her mouth seemed powerless to close. As Nadine stripped her of her frumpy dress, her eyes stayed glued on Penny’s smooth skin. That is, until her own garments lay in a heavy heap on the floor.
Now Penny was amazed and Nadine looked amused. Beneath her dull exterior, Clarissa was wearing the smallest pair of red leather crotchless knickers she had ever seen. At the front they exposed a mass of dark-brown curly
hair that burst forth from the opening like stuffing from a burst cushion.
Her bra was equally surprising. It was made of the same red leather as the knickers, but did nothing to keep her breasts in check. It simply held them in suspension, mere strips of wire and lace beneath heaving mounds of white virgin flesh. Dark-pink nipples and big areolae, stared menacingly forward.
‘Why Clarissa,’ laughed Nadine, ‘what a surprise you are. And you still a virgin!’
Clarissa blushed visibly. ‘I don’t know what my father’s told you, but I didn’t say I was.’
To Penny’s surprise, Nadine appeared either not to have heard what Clarissa had said or chose to ignore her. She seemed intent that all three of them entered the double doors.
‘Artificial devices will never replace the real thing, my little sweetie,’ said Nadine in a very matter-of-fact way. ‘I think we need to rectify that matter. Penny, take her hand. I’ll take the other.’
Penny did as Nadine ordered. She took one hand, Nadine the other. It was Nadine who threw the double doors open, but it was Penny who gasped more loudly than Clarissa. There, stretched out before them, was Gregory. Around his neck was a thick leather collar studded with silver. From the collar hung a chain which ran across the floor and disappeared into a half-open cupboard.
Gregory’s eyes met Penny’s before they drank in her naked body. His penis leapt with expectation.
Sharp nails dug into Penny’s arm and Nadine’s mouth whispered hoarsely against her ear. ‘Now, my pretty pussy, you are only here to watch, to witness.’
Penny tore her eyes from Gregory to the cool, pale ones so near to her face. She saw triumph in those eyes. She also saw a kind of revenge. She turned her gaze back to Gregory. In his face there was no apology for responding so easily and so well to her naked body. Like Alistair, he seemed submissive before Nadine, responsive to whatever game she wished to play.
Beside her Penny was aware of Clarissa breathing more heavily than she had been. Despite herself, she felt her own sex grow heavy as her eyes followed the subtle movements of Gregory’s rising stem from its glistening glans to its firm and forested root.
‘Just for you, my pretty pussy,’ she heard Nadine purr, whilst her cool hands caressed the nape of Penny’s neck. ‘This is just for you.’
Penny was so absorbed in the lounging body of Gregory, and soothed by Nadine’s long fingers, that she barely felt the chain collar fastened around her neck until Nadine yanked the trailing lead attached to it. Now she was flat against the wall, breath knocked out of her.
Nadine leant on her, still murmuring in her ear, her long fingers stroking her hot flesh. Even though her eyes were drawn to the gleaming body laid out on the thick Chinese carpet, she couldn’t help but respond to Nadine’s soothing hands and probing fingers. Then Nadine left her side. Penny tried to move, but her hands were as firmly fastened as her neck. She had been so absorbed with the sight of Gregory’s naked body and the touch of Nadine’s fingers that she hadn’t felt the steel clips encircle her wrists and bind her to the wall. Now she was flat against it and unable to move.
Nadine’s attention had turned to Clarissa.
Clarissa was shivering, though it wasn’t necessarily from fear or apprehension. Her big breasts trembled like twin jellies against the uneasy confines of her lurid bra, and the honey of her arousal added lustre to the inside of her thighs.
‘Now,’ said Nadine as she curved her arm around the shivering girl’s shoulder, ‘Gregory is here for your delight. You may do with him as you wish. Whatever you want is yours for the asking.’
Clarissa was speechless, and although Nadine was caressing her breasts – her fingers spreading in delicious sweeping movements across one then the other – Clarissa’s eyes were as fixed as Penny’s had been on Gregory’s upright stem.
‘Anything?’ Clarissa asked, her words trembling as much as her breasts.
‘Anything,’ murmured Nadine in reply.
Penny wanted to shout out some suggestions, but her throat had grown dry and, besides, she sensed that anything she had to suggest would not be appreciated by Nadine.
Gregory glanced apologetically at Penny, before responding to the tug on his neck-chain and getting to his feet. He stood before Clarissa, nakedly available.
‘Feel him,’ said Nadine to Clarissa, her hand tousling the girl’s shorn hair before running down over her back and sliding beneath the red leather knickers.
Clarissa’s lop-sided look seemed to disappear. In absorption, she had become beautiful, or at least enraptured. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the hardness of his smooth-skinned chest.
Penny imagined the effect of that delightful touch on both Gregory and Clarissa. She clenched her hands, buried her own fingertips in her palms as though his flesh was burning her rather than the short and rather plump girl who stood before him now. Yet she knew Gregory was enjoying this, and knew that he was as much caught in Nadine’s web as everyone else.
Clarissa, eyes bright and heavy breasts straining against what little held them in check, ran her hand over Gregory’s hard chest, tight ribcage and flat stomach. It came to a halt just above the golden curls that surrounded his heaving penis like a gilt halo. Her fingertips teased haltingly at the mass of soft, springy hair as though she were making a decision. Suddenly, as though such a decision had been reached, her fingers disappeared in his crinkled pubic hair before folding tentatively around his firm cock.
Penny saw his eyes flicker, his mouth open slightly to accommodate a greater intake of air. His stomach visibly tightened as did her own. She was not Clarissa, and yet she was her. Each movement Clarissa made was hers, each touch, each feeling Penny experienced as though it was her own.
Penny almost willed Clarissa to make her next move. She wanted to feel his hand upon her breast, and her heartbeat quickened as she saw Gregory raise his hand and encompass one of Clarissa’s swelling mounds. She heard Clarissa gasp, and felt as she was feeling. Clarissa’s gasp was her gasp, Clarissa’s murmur of joy – as his head bent to her breast and his mouth sucked at her nipple – belonged to her.
‘Open your legs,’ Nadine ordered. Clarissa obediently obliged. So did Penny.
‘Go down,’ Nadine ordered Gregory, pulling firmly on the chain that was attached to the collar around his neck. To Nadine and Penny’s surprise, Clarissa snatched the chain from Nadine’s hand. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her actions certainly not virginal.
Gregory almost fell to his knees, his mouth travelling from Clarissa’s breasts and down over her stomach. His hands were clenched over her wide buttocks.
‘Down to her pussy,’ ordered Nadine, her hand pushing down on his head.
Both Clarissa and Penny opened their legs wider, although it was Clarissa who threw her head back in ecstasy as his tongue flicked between the hairy folds of her sex and cajoled her dormant clitoris into life.
Penny now only watched and waited, an unbearable tension hanging in the air. She moaned in protest that she was not a participant in this scene, only a spectator.
The soft down on Nadine’s cheek rubbed against hers. Her breath and lips lightly brushed her cheek, but her voice was cruel.
‘You’re only here to witness, my pretty pussy,’ spat Nadine, her smile half-cracking her face, and her eyes glittering with delight.
Nadine unclipped Penny from the wall, and attached a fine chain to her neck collar; pulling her to her side, she ordered Penny to her knees whilst she sat herself down in a comfortable chair. Although Penny’s eyes were full of the scene before her, she was also aware of Nadine reaching out, and of the lights dimming. The room was plunged into semi-darkness. Only a pool of light stayed like an amber lake in the middle of the room to illuminate the tall, blond man and the short, dark girl.
Even though they were not truly alone, the very fact that their audience was beyond the pool of light and enveloped in shadows endowed the couple with confidence.
Clarissa, and, in her wake, Penny, g
asped loudly as Gregory got to his feet and bent his mouth to Clarissa’s nipples and sucked first one, then the other.
As if to remind her that she played no physical part in the scenario, Penny felt a tug on her own chain. Without words, Nadine was telling her to be quiet, and she understood the reason why. Just the sound of one syllable would be enough to destroy the fragile exploration on which the two figures were embarking.
Accompanied by more intensive breathing, Gregory pushed a yielding Clarissa back against the plush comfort of a fat sofa. He spread one leg over the back of the settee, with the other still propped on the floor. His hands ran down from her breasts until they slid inside each parted half of her crotchless pants. They hid nothing; her pubic hair and her pink inner lips were open and moist. Dutifully, and in direct response to the moistness before his eyes, Gregory circled Clarissa’s clit before his finger edged into her open portal.
Penny wanted to cry out, but instead took a deep breath, almost as though it were she who smelt the heavy musk secreted by Clarissa’s willing body. She wanted to cry out again when she saw Gregory’s buttocks cover the yawning gap. Under cover of darkness, her own fingers dived to the moistness between her legs. But unseen hands, long and cool, intercepted her avid ministrations, gripped her wrists and held her tight.
‘No,’ whispered Nadine firmly.
So, with wet lips and staring eyes, Penny watched, yearning for the bucking behind to be above her hips, for the mangled cries of final climax to be hers and not the stocky girl with the military haircut and the lop-sided smile.
The pair lay sweating after, Gregory with his eyes closed, Clarissa with hers wide open. Not once did Penny see her look at Gregory’s face. Her eyes were firmly locked on his prick which, although recently used, was once again rising to prominence.
Nadine’s voice echoed in the darkness.
‘So you’ve lost your flower, my little sparrow! Now,’ she said, getting to her feet and dragging Penny with her, ‘now I will let you see the other ways a man may use you.’
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