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wriggling as his teeth nipped at her bare shoulders.
'Tonight,' he answered casually.
'Tonight!' Cassandra couldn't believe him. 'But I thought
'I want you very ready when we give Nicola a demonstration of what lies ahead of her. Our session with Monique should ensure that you're in the mood when the time comes.'
'Why Monique then? I thought we were all going to have pleasure this afternoon.'
'Monique is practice for me. Whilst scarcely an innocent I can work out some of the exercises that Nicola will be required to do within the next week. If only the girl would do something!' he added irritably as Nicola continued to lie on her bed staring up at the ceiling with her arms at her sides.
With a sound of impatience he looked back at the waiting maid. Running a finger down her spine he felt her flesh tense. 'Enough rest I think. Remember, you have three minutes. This time I shall attempt to find your elusive G spot again.'
Monique's heart sank. This had never worked for her, and she knew that this was why the baron had chosen it. As soon as she failed she would be punished, and her punishment would complete his afternoon's enjoyment. She didn't think that her mistress was enjoying herself very much though, and wondered why she wasn't being allowed to take her usual active part in the proceedings.
The baron spread a little lubricating jelly onto two fingers and then slid them beneath the maid, caressing her vulva for a few seconds before inserting the fingers into her vagina, pressing down against the front wall of the opening as he tried to locate the tiny raised gland that could cause such ecstatic reactions from many women, although never as yet in Monique.
The maid shifted uneasily, trying desperately to get some feeling from the baron's attentions, but although it was pleasant enough there was no suggestion of the magic tingles that always heralded a climactic build-up.
Cassandra went to attend the girl's breasts, reaching beneath her to softly finger the squashed globes, but the baron stopped her. 'She is to come by this means only,' he said curtly.
Monique tried her hardest to conjure up some kind of fantasy that might help her. She pictured herself lying in the grounds of the chateau, alone with her master as he fondled her with love and whispered endearments and praise. It worked up to a point, and her lubrication increased so that the baron's fingers could move more easily around her opening. Then, at last, he located the tiny swelling and when his fingers skimmed over it it seemed to enlarge and Monique's legs twitched as she felt a strange new sensation deep inside her.
'Very good,' the baron encouraged her. 'At last we seem to be getting somewhere.' He continued to manipulate the front vaginal wall, tapping lightly at each side of the spot and noticing how her hips had now begun to squirm against the bolster. He was pleased; it boded w ell for the future and yet it had also taken her too long to get this far for her to climax within the permitted three minutes.
Monique didn't realise this and began to let the excitement build. She felt herself growing tight and warm and small sounds of enjoyment rose from her throat.
Then, as the darts of quicksilver pleasure began to spark, the baron withdrew his hand. 'Time, I'm afraid. What a pity when you were doing so well. However, the rules are the rules and you have failed. What happens when you fail?' he added lightly.
Monique turned her head to one side. 'I have to be punished,' she muttered.
'Have to be?' His tone was deceptively silky.
'I want to be punished,' she said quickly. 'I need to learn total control of my body.'
'Good. Then we will oblige you. Cassandra, ring for Peter.'
As soon as Peter entered the room, Monique was told to undress him. Although she had no choice but to obey she knew that Sophie would be furious when she found out. When Monique pulled down his mini briefs his erection sprang free, swollen and purple-headed.
The baron laughed.
'Tonight,' he answered casually.
'Tonight!' Cassandra couldn't believe him. 'But I thought
'I want you very ready when we give Nicola a demonstration of what lies ahead of her. Our session with Monique should ensure that you're in the mood when the time comes.'
'Why Monique then? I thought we were all going to have pleasure this afternoon.'
'Monique is practice for me. Whilst scarcely an innocent I can work out some of the exercises that Nicola will be required to do within the next week. If only the girl would do something!' he added irritably as Nicola continued to lie on her bed staring up at the ceiling with her arms at her sides.
With a sound of impatience he looked back at the waiting maid. Running a finger down her spine he felt her flesh tense. 'Enough rest I think. Remember, you have three minutes. This time I shall attempt to find your elusive G spot again.'
Monique's heart sank. This had never worked for her, and she knew that this was why the baron had chosen it. As soon as she failed she would be punished, and her punishment would complete his afternoon's enjoyment. She didn't think that her mistress was enjoying herself very much though, and wondered why she wasn't being allowed to take her usual active part in the proceedings.
The baron spread a little lubricating jelly onto two fingers and then slid them beneath the maid, caressing her vulva for a few seconds before inserting the fingers into her vagina, pressing down against the front wall of the opening as he tried to locate the tiny raised gland that could cause such ecstatic reactions from many women, although never as yet in Monique.
The maid shifted uneasily, trying desperately to get some feeling from the baron's attentions, but although it was pleasant enough there was no suggestion of the magic tingles that always heralded a climactic build-up.
Cassandra went to attend the girl's breasts, reaching beneath her to softly finger the squashed globes, but the baron stopped her. 'She is to come by this means only,' he said curtly.
Monique tried her hardest to conjure up some kind of fantasy that might help her. She pictured herself lying in the grounds of the chateau, alone with her master as he fondled her with love and whispered endearments and praise. It worked up to a point, and her lubrication increased so that the baron's fingers could move more easily around her opening. Then, at last, he located the tiny swelling and when his fingers skimmed over it it seemed to enlarge and Monique's legs twitched as she felt a strange new sensation deep inside her.
'Very good,' the baron encouraged her. 'At last we seem to be getting somewhere.' He continued to manipulate the front vaginal wall, tapping lightly at each side of the spot and noticing how her hips had now begun to squirm against the bolster. He was pleased; it boded w ell for the future and yet it had also taken her too long to get this far for her to climax within the permitted three minutes.
Monique didn't realise this and began to let the excitement build. She felt herself growing tight and warm and small sounds of enjoyment rose from her throat.
Then, as the darts of quicksilver pleasure began to spark, the baron withdrew his hand. 'Time, I'm afraid. What a pity when you were doing so well. However, the rules are the rules and you have failed. What happens when you fail?' he added lightly.
Monique turned her head to one side. 'I have to be punished,' she muttered.
'Have to be?' His tone was deceptively silky.
'I want to be punished,' she said quickly. 'I need to learn total control of my body.'
'Good. Then we will oblige you. Cassandra, ring for Peter.'
As soon as Peter entered the room, Monique was told to undress him. Although she had no choice but to obey she knew that Sophie would be furious when she found out. When Monique pulled down his mini briefs his erection sprang free, swollen and purple-headed.
The baron laughed.
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