Lucille

[Frambois]

My first day out of the convent. I had been forced to stay behind the walls dressed in the loose grey robes that everyone had to wear until alone at night in their cells.
Now at last I was free, the mother superior dropped me off at the hotel as arranged and left me to my own devices, alone in the city on my 18th birthday.
Determined to explore I was now out in the streets walking past the houses and shops, feeling the gazes of the men and puzzling at the stern stares of the women I passed.
I had spent the morning dressing with what I could find in my old suitcase.
I had tied my long black hair behind in a ponytail, and placed a dark beret on my head, at a nice angle, my pale skin touch was fresh and smooth, my lips full and pink as I smiled at my reflection before leaving the hotel room. My uncle Silvian would not arrive until tomorrow and I wanted to explore before he arrived.
I wore my pink skirt over my long bare legs, it was a little short as I had grown since last I was allowed to wear it. I put on my the white top I had worn at the last birthday before the convent, it was just over one shoulder leaving my left shoulder bare. I struggled a little to keep my full round breasts from popping at at the side where my shoulder strap was and at the top where my shoulder was bare. I smiled at myself in the mirror, the last time I had worn it I had no breasts, and the top covered my tummy.

I had my simple black convent shoes and white socks, but I just could not bring myself to put convent knickers on. I squeezed into my old ones, mu curvy hips where too much for them and I laughed at the sight of my thick bushy hair as it spread out of the confines of the little white pants. The elastic was almost breaking, so I decided to leave them off rather than risk them dropping off in public! I checked carefully, by bending over in front of the mirror, I had to be careful if I bent too far the mirror revealed my thick dark hair, I had heard stories that some girls trimmed it, but I did not believe them. I reached around and stroked myself gently as my bottom cheeks opened in front of the mirror. The soft hair smooth under my fingers.

"Naughty Girl" I said to myself, "what would Mother Superior Say!"

So here I was, nervously excited at being a grown up, and walking through the narrow streets of a strange new city. What would happen, who would I meet? I was trying hard not to let my breasts bounce too much, perhaps Uncle Sylvan would help me buy a brassiere, the nuns had not allowed them. And I kept nervously pulling at the hem of my skirt, aware of the bareness of my bottom, the air cool around my smooth white skin.

"Bonjour Monsieur!" I answered to the greeting of the butcher as he stood at the door of his shop, his face pink and flushed as he looked at me.

The beggar man looked at my legs as I walked by him where he sat on the ground, and a man on a bicycle wobbled as he almost hit a lampost as he came towards me, will he fall off? Should I help him?

 

[New Master]

Uncle Silvian

I downshifted, easing the little car off the A4 and down the exit ramp toward Paris. The Porsche responded beautifully even at 140 kph, hugging the inside of the circling ramp, purring like an over-caffinated housecat. As usual the car seemed to have a mind of it's own which was a good thing because my own grey matter was certainly not on my driving.

It had been nearly 6 years since I'd seen "little" Lucille in person. In my mind's eye, I remembered the drive to the convent just weeks after her mother's funeral, her silence as we rode together, and the tears as I said goodbye, leaving her in the capable hands of Mother Superior.

Lucille and I had written often at first but over time our correspondence became infrequent and then almost nonexistant. Once or twice a year at best.

It was just as well I told myself. There had always been a chemistry between us. Even as a 12-year old, she had been intoxicating and arousing. Recalling her adoring eyes, fearful yet trusting, made me shiver even now.

Yet it would not do to bring "flesh and blood" into my world.
There was simply no way Lucille could become one of "my girls." And so it was easier to let the relationship lapse and block any residual thoughts.

That is until Mother Superior's letter.

In truth, it wasn't the letter so much as the photos that got my attention. Had the letter arrived without pictures, I may have simply wired a tidy some of money and let Lucille go off into the world on her own.

But the pictures . . .

I simply couldn't contain myself. I began to entertain thoughts of taking her back to the chateau, of beginning the training . . . .

Each day, for a week, I vascillated, torn between the conventional and the absurd, ruled by my head one day and by the dark muse another.

Now here I was on my way to the Hotel Plaza Athene to meet her, drawn by a temptation with great power.

And as I had planned with Mother Superior, I was arriving early to "surprise her."

 

[Frambois]

I was startled, by his fall from his cycle, and felt in some strange way responsible, moving over I bent to help him up, he was half sitting supported by his elbows, looking at me with a dazed expression as I bent towards him reaching out to lift the bike from him.

It felt heavy as one of his legs was still accross it, so I had to stretch an pull, as I pulled I was aware of his face close to my chest, and heard him groan, "Oh dear, are you hurt?" I asked as I struggled with the bicycle, I felt his breath, hot against the bare skin of my upper chest as I tried to swing the machine around.

"Oh yes, yes" I heard from behind me, looking back over my shoulder the beggar had shuffled closer, he was staring at me and doing something inside his trousers, they were open and his hand was inside. The butcher to was looking, not at me but down towards my bottom, the realisation came as I became aware of the cool air around my bottom! I was bending over, legs open, my nakedness revealed!

I saw a vision of myself as I had checked in the mirror earlier, my pale round cheeks exposed, the thick hair of my pussy dark against the paleness of my skin.

I froze, I could not drop the bike, I may hurt him, looking down at him I saw his eyes looking at my chest, his mouth open. Following his eyes I realised, my off the shoulder t shirt had slipped and one of my breasts had popped out! My naked breast was swinging above his face!

All round and white, with my swollen pink nipple hardening in the cool air, inches from his face. I watch as he reaches forward, his neck straining as he tries to reach it, his toungue is out, mouth open.

As I turn to look back for help, I feel my breast contact his face feel his mouth latch on to me sucking on me, the men are moving closer now, the beggar actually has his thing out, his dirty fingers pulling on it, his hand wet.

The butcher is getting closer, I must escape, get off these streets.

 

[New Master]

As I ease the car into a narrow side street on the north side of the Hotel, I can't help but notice the commotion up ahead.
Several people surround a fallen bicycle.

I slow the car to avoid hitting an older denizen of the street but as I move past, I notice what looks to be a young women at the center of the group -- a half clad young woman at that.

"Fuck," I scream to myself. "It's Lucille." And she looks like she's in over her head.

I bring the car to a screeching halt, throw it into reverse and push the back bumper slowly toward the crowd. It's like moving cattle I think. Just go slowly and they'll get out of the way.

As I come to a stop, I push open the door and pop out. "Bonjour Lucille. It's Uncle Silvian" I give the older and fatter man who appears to be a butcher from the stains on his apron a stern look
and he moves off. The beggar isn't as aware of his situation; his dick is half way out of his open pants and his eyes have that delusional far awy look. I push him hard but not too hard, turning his around in the process and planting a swift kick on his backside. In a second, he's gone.

"Lucille, are you alright?"

Then it hits me. She's half naked, her breast flopping out of he shirt, the pale curve of her ass protruding from under the pink skirt which is way too short. Her pouty lips and nervous expression remind me of the youg Lucille of 12.

But she's not 12 any more and there's no hiding it. Nor am I able to hide the arousal that's beginning in my own pants.

"Lucille, sweetheart, what happened?" Taking her by the elbow, I move her toward the car. "What are you doing in those ridiculous clothes? Didn't they get you anything else to wear when you left the convent?" I ask, making a mental note to call the Bishop about Mother Superior.

"It's so good to see you. Come on, get in."

Lucille tries to straighten her blouse, pushing her beautiful breast with it's large pink nipple back into the the top, but it's not much help. Her breasts are good size, firm with youth but way to much for the shirt.

"Uncle Silvian," she purrs as she slides into the front seat. "Oh Uncle Silvian, thank you. I don't know what happened."

So young, so naive, I thought. Obviously life at the convent didn't afford much real life experience.

Moving quickly around the car, I slide into the drivers seat, looking at Lucille. Her short pink skirt is pushed up and wisps of black pubic hair peak around the hem. I begin again to feel the growing in my loin.

As I reach over to give Lucille a hug her breasts push against my shirt. I can feel the nipples through the sheer fabric; they harden against my chest. H er head nestles into my neck, lips moist and tears begin to form. I can feel their wetness and my own as she cries quietly.

"Come now Lucille, let's go back tothe hotel and get checked in. Then we'll take you shopping."

 

[Frambois]

I cannot get free, the man on the floor has his mouth fastened to my breast sucking hard and holding onto my arm,

"get off" I plead as I struggle, a group of people are watching and I hear a cars horn and a man shouting my name.

With a hard pull I get free but fall back onto the beggar, into his lap and feel his thing hard and wet aginst my leg, his hand is between my legs groping my private place. The butcher is looking down at me, my breasts exposed legs open with the beggars rough fingers probing me.

the man under the bike is looking too, his moth open and wet, the marks of his sucking visible as I look down at my bare breast.

"Lucille!"

"Uncle! help get them off me!"

Lifting me up he kicks the men away and picks me up guiding me me to his car, his strong arms holding me, protecting me.

Pushing my breast back into my blouse with relief I slide into the car, as Uncle Sylvan gets in the other side I smile weakly at him, as he smiles back I notice his eyes glance at my lap, I am showing my dark curls to him and embarrased try to pull my hem down. to cover myself I reach for him and hug him, crying gently into his shoulder.

"Come now Lucille, let's go back to the hotel and get checked in. Then we'll take you shopping."

 

[New Master]

I slowly push her away from the embrace, sure that she can feel my growing hardness. I cannot wait to get to the hotel. I want to begin "the process" of getting her ready, of training.

Turning over the ignition, I put the engine in gear, feeling the hum and vibration between my legs.

Lucille has brightened considerably though she still pulls at her clothes to cover herself.

"Do not worry my pet; we'll soon have you out of those dreadful rags and into something more befitting a young lady."

The hotel is less than a block away and the valet runs to greet me as I pull up in the grand drive. "Bonjour Monsieur Counte, so good to see you again sir. I believe Jacques has your suite ready. May I make dinner reservations for you this evening?"

"Bonjour Carlo, yes please reservations at Jean Claude's here in the hotel would be lovely, around 7:30 this evening for two. Also, please have Jacques call me in the next few minutes; I have some matters I'd like to discuss with him.

Lucille is out of the car, still fumbling with her clothes. "Come Lucille," I say, taking her elbow and moving her forward.

My fingers graze the side of her breast. I cannot wait to begin.


"Come Lucille

 

[Frambois]

I felt so safe and secure as he hugs me, his hand soft on my skin between my skirt and top. My breasts pressed against his shirt.

As our embrace ends my hand falls to his lap and I cannot help notice a hardness there, but think nothing of it, he is my Uncle after all.

As we drive back to the hotel, I try to cover myself better, the exertions seem to have made my clothes even smaller.

The doormans eyes are all over me as he holds the door of the car, until Uncle glares at him that is, and takes my arm, his fingers gently touching the swell of my breast as he holds my elbow.

 

[New Master]

As we enter the private elevator to the suite, I cannot help but become more aroused. My prick presses against my pants, yearning to be released. But not yet. Not until the training has begun.

The door shuts and for the first time we are alone. "Lucille . . . tell me of the convent," I say , struggling to control my attraction.

"I gather from Mother Superior that the convent school took care of your formal education, the learning that can only come from books. Yet you seem so unschooled and naive in the ways of the world."

"Would you like to learn about the world, Lucille?"

 

[Frambois]

Alone in the lift with him, I just hang on to him, my arm around his waist whilst he rests his on my bare shoulder, patting gently his fingers just above the swell of my breast.

I can see out reflection in the mirror, he is so smart and tall, I look so ragged, short pink skirt that exposes almost all my legs, my tummy exposed beneath my t shirt that is gapping, the curve of the underside of my breasts just visible.

My beret is now hanging off the back of my head, wisps of dark hair are across my eyes.

There is a dirty mark on my thigh, ugh, that must be where the beggars thing was rubbing against me. I reach to rub it off, but I also notice a shape in my Uncles trousers which seems to move, to twitch as I watch.

"Would you like to learn about the world, Lucille?"

"Yes Uncle, those men, why were they like that? I was only happy to be out, to explore."

 

[Frambois]

lucille

He just smiled and nodded, "yes I know" his hand slipped further down from my shoulder and patted me, his fingers smooth on the bare swell of my breast above my t shirt.

We watched each other in the mirror as the lift rose, the thing in his loose pants seemed to twitch in time with the pat of his hand and the rise and fall of my breasts in the tight white cotton of my old t shirt.

"Thank you for coming to get me Uncle" I looked up at his face smiling

 

[New Master]

"Those men, my love, wanted to teach you about the world, as I do; but they would have been far too rough on you." I stroked her arm feeling her breast and my rising erection.

Suddenly the lift stopped. Reaching into my pocket, I brought out a key chain. On one end was a simple alligator clip, the kind you'd find in any hardware store. On the other were three keys. Choosing one, I inserted it into a keyhole in the lift.

The lift door opened gently into a private hallway with only one door. Choosing a second key I opened the door into my private suite.

Lucille rushed forward into the spacious living room, her eyes wide with the splendor. The room was furnished with antique oriental carpets. Orignal art hung from the walls, each painting illuminated seperately. There were several sitting areas with large plush chairs surrounding glass coffee tables.

Behind the living room was a large dining room and a table large enough for 18 dinner guests. Antique silver candlesticks adorned
he table and a Waterford chandilier hung from the ceiling.

There were four doors leading from the living room, one to a bath and the other three to individual bedroom suites.

As Lucille moved before me, through the living room, into the dining room to the large room-length window beyond, I caught the outline of her naked rear end peaking out from underneath the skirt. The young ass beckoned to me and I decided in that instant to begin her training.

"Lucille, come here," I said firmly.

She turned and came back to me immeditely.

"Sit down my love, here on the couch." She sat and I stood.

"If I am going to teach you about the world, we must first have some rules. From now on, you will address me only as 'sir;" is that clear, Lucille?"

She nodded, a bit confused.

"Second, you will never enter a room before I do. You will wear only what I tell you to wear. And you will do exactly what I tell you to do."

"Do you undertand, Lucille?"

 

[Frambois]

"Do you undertand, Lucille?"

"Yes, Uncl..I mean sir" I stammered, suddenly confused after I had run into the fantastic apartment.

I had never seen anything like it, so big, so so splendid I thought, like a fairy palace.

Then he had spoken in such a firm voice and mafde me sit, it was awkward in the low soft chair, I had to keep pulling on my hem to keep my self covered.

Then he gave me instructions, so fast I could not take most of it but I understood that I was never to enter a room before he did, and to wear only what he tells me to wear. And to do exactly what he tells me to do.

But I had no clothes of my own, so of course he was right, and it was afterall his apartment, so I would try hard to please him.

"Yes Sir" I said, trying hard not to displease him.

 

[New Master]

"Good Lucille," I said, looking her firmly in the eye.

"Now, my pet, stand up and disrobe for me." I took a seat on the nearby chair.

Lucille looked at me with confused, questioning eyes. She started to rise but stopped, pulling the hem of her skirt down. I sat in silence. Finally as if she had no choice, Lucille rose and began to remove her t shirt.

 

[Frambois]

His words were going round and round in my head as I tugged at my hem,

"Now, my pet, stand up and disrobe for me."

He is sitting watching me as I tried to understand, his look so firm and masterful.

Nervously I stand in front of hime as he leans back in the chair, his eyes on mine. Looking round, I do not know why or for what, I feel I should do it, but I am sure that it is wrong. No one has seen me without clothes before. Deep inside a voice is asking will he think me horrid, but surely my Uncle knows what is right, and I did say I would be guided by him, he did save me, and I have no one else.

As my hand reaches for the edge of my T shirt to lift it over my head, I feel I must have misunderstood,

"You mean undress Uncle?" he just nods at me, "Take my clothes off? all of them? here infront of you?" each time he just nods but I feel he is getting impatient with me.

So with both hands I lift my T Shirt up and over my head, my long pony tail gets in the way, tangled up with my chain and cruxifix as I struggle for a moment with my hands above my head. I am so concious of my breasts swaying as I struggle.

Free from the shirt I see his eyes on my body, taking me in as I unzip the pink skirt at the side and start to push it down my legs. I have to bend toward him as I push it down my legs and step out of it, my hands trying to cover myself, I am so aware of my thick dark curls between my legs, as I squeeze my thighs together.

"And my Shoes?" at his nod I awkwardly reach down with one hand whilst trying to balance on one leg at a time to push my shoes off, then lifing a leg at a time to slip the little white socks off my feet.

I feel his eyes all over me, but keep my eyes downcast, too embarrassed to look directly at him.

Naked now I stand in front of him, my weight slightly on one foot, my knee turned inwards to try to hide myself. My arm folded across my breasts, breasts which suddenly felt so large and heavy.

 

[New Master]

"Do not cover yourself. Kneel down here in front of me with your arms at your sides and remain still. And remember, do not call me 'Uncle' again. Another mistake my pet and you will be punished."

Lucille knelt before me; her eyes on mine. Her full, pert breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the cruxifix suspended in their center. Her nipples were large and dark, protruding nearly three-quarters of an inch from each mound. She was truly beautiful and unspoiled.

Slowly I reached out my hand and stroked the side of her left breast, moving in circles. Lucille squirmed a moment staring at me with eyes wide open. Then she closed her eyes. A moan escaped unbidden.

Round and round my hand went, brushing the underside, the top then gently grazing her nipple. Her nipples became erect, jutting out in front of her. Her breath became louder and more rapid; her full lips parted.

As she began to enter a trance-like state of pleasure, I suddenly gripped her large erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed hard.

Her eyes sprung open and she cried out in pain. She moved as if to rise but I forced her to remain kneeling, pulling downward on the nipple and tightening my grip.

"No, Lucille. You must not cry out," I said, still sqeezing her reddening nipple even harder. ]

"Life is both pleasure and pain, the one heightens the other and fulfills it. You must learn to trust me. I will not take you where you cannot go."

"Rise up on your knees now and spread your legs open," I commanded as I released her swollen nipple. "Further . . . more . . . that's good my pet. Now arch your back so that your breasts are presented proudly."

Do not move and do not speak unless I speak to you first. Do you understand?"

She nodded and rose slowly to her knees, inching her legs apart just a bit. Then a little more until the lips of her pussy were visible through the dark, curly public hair.

"Learn this position well, Lucille. In the future, whenever I return to you, you will present yourself to me as you are now."

I reached out again, my slow-motion movement followed intently by her eyes. I stoked her left breast again, then the right one. I brushed her nipples indescriminately. Then slowly I moved my caress down her soft belly, drawing a line toward her quim.

Gently, with no more pressure than a light summer breeze, I parted her thick hair and stroked the edges of her pussy lips, sliding my fingers backward then forward again, then back and forth. She was moist.

"Does that feel good my pet?" Before we go shopping this afternoon, you will shave all of your public hair. Is that clear?"

 

[Frambois]

"Oh" I cannot help but gasp as his hand reaches out, hovers above the surface then lands, touching the naked side of my breast as I kneel, buttocks on my heels in front of him.

My hands are clasped behind me, my breasts thrust forward, exposed to his eyes and know his touch.

Dragging my eyes from his hypnotic stare I close the heavy lids as I feel his fingers carress my breast, first the side then around and around my nipples, I can feel them swell and grow erect under his touch. The feeling is so good, "ow.." I stifle the cry as he grips my swollen nipple, pulling it downwards, stretching the pale skin of my breast. A tear escapes my eyes as I hear his command,

"Rise up on your knees now and spread your legs open,"

I lift up off my heels, the strain in my thighs as I rise, my knees slipping apart on the thick carpet,

"Further . . . more . . . that's good my pet. Now arch your back so that your breasts are presented proudly."

I arch my hips thrust forward, head back, my pony tail dangling, hands behaind my back, I can see only the rise and fall of my breasts as my cruxifix falls back under my chin.

"Do not move and do not speak unless I speak to you first. Do you understand?"

I nod, my breathing short with the strain "Learn this position well, Lucille. In the future, whenever I return to you, you will present yourself to me as you are now."

His hands are once more on my bosom, tracing across my taught belly, touching my, running through my, my thick curls and tracing the lips of my, I cannot even bring myself to think the name of what he touches. I feel so embarrases, I can feel the wetness, what will he think of me?


"Does that feel good my pet?" Before we go shopping this afternoon, you will shave all of your public hair. Is that clear?"

"Shave?, Yes"

"yes sir" I respond meekly.

 

[New Master]

"Good, Lucille."

Now I move more rapidly between her swollen pussy lips, circling her clitoriswith my thumb, pushing first one finger, then another deep into her.

She moans and presses herself into my fingers trying desperately to put more pressure on her enlarged sex. Rythmically she moves, sliding her clit over my thumb, back and forth, more frantically now.

I can tell she is on the edge. Her pace quickens.

I reach out again and take the nipple of her right breast in my fingers, squeezing hard and twisting. She gasps but continues rocking. Faster and faster.

Almost there . . .

. . . until I remove my hand from her sweating cunt.

"No!" she cries. "Please, please don't stop. Please . . . please."

"Ah my pet, my beautiful Lucille. You have not learned yet how to obey. How to keep your silence."

"But you will learn, I promise. Your first punishment will serve as a lasting reminder."

"But first . . . one more rule."

I hold out my fingers, wet with Lucille's lust. "Open your mouth, Lucille. Clean my hand."

 

[Frambois]

I can feel my thighs strain as my boddy tries to open, to follow his teasing fingers as the gently stroke me. My body is flexing rythmcly as his fingers now start to penetrate me, I feel myself squeeze his fingers, I cannot stop it, a feeling like my body is trying to push him out, but really is sucking his fingers deeper. My bottom is straining, m the arch in my back hurts but the feeling is all. I feel his thumb rubbing me near the top of my opening, the sensation is incredible, I feel my body stiffen with every press of his thumb on my flesh.

He holds his hand still, I now have to move to get the feeling, my position makes it hard, but by swaying and by flexing my hips and squeezing my self inside I can get the feeling, I am panting with the effort when I feel his grip again on my nipple. My nipples are swollen and are so dark and are sticking out from my breasts, the skin of my chest is flushed with color as I see his fingers twist my nipple. I stifle a groan, as the feeling in my pussy, I am shocked at my use of the word, increases I feel close to something, I do not know what, I just must get there.

I feel his fingers leave me, I hear the sound of his hand leaving my sex "No!" "Please, please don't stop. Please . . . please."

"Ah my pet, my beautiful Lucille. You have not learned yet how to obey. How to keep your silence."

"But you will learn, I promise. Your first punishment will serve as a lasting reminder."

"But first . . . one more rule."

As I look at him, my face moist with sweat, my body pleading for more he holds his hand with two fingers extended towards my face. I can see the wetness from my sex on the length of each finger "Open your mouth, Lucille. Clean my hand."

My mouth seems to open on its own, his fingers pass my lips and I taste myself as my toungue licks softly then greedly, my mouth closing around his fingers as my pussy had done before.

It has a strange taste, more a feeling than a taste, soft, smooth pungent and yet sweet, it tastes like my body feels, aroused and wanting. Grabbing his wrist and arm I lick feverishly at his hand, my hips grinding as I do.

Pulling his hand away, he smiles and help me to my feet. I am unsteady and for the second time in a the morning he guides me by the arm, this time into a beautiful bedroom, with a huge white bed, mirrors and paintings and a marble bathroom.

"Now you must wash and rest, and wait for me. Later we will go shopping, do not forget what I told you to do"

I put water into the bath, there was soaps and oils next to the sink, I put them in the water. There were also scissors and a razor, I remembered what he had said "Shave yourself" and at last understood what he meant.

Sitting on a stool in front of a mirror I started with the scissors to cut my thick curly hair, my legs wide open, I looked at myself, my sex was open and as my knuckles grazed it as I trimmed I felt again the throb in my body.

Thick hair covered the stool and mat as I started to soap my self, as I had seen my father soap his face, I soaped my pussy, my cunt, I practiced the word in my mind, then mimed it but dare not say it out loud. My fingers soaped over my belly and breasts then down over my pussy and between by cheeks to my anus, soap and water running onto the whit towel I had draped over the stool.

I used the razor, it ran smoothly over my skin, sending shivers through me, as my mons came into view. I had to raise one leg and rest it on the sink to get my legs wide enough, to expose myself completely to get all the hair of my mound and back between my cheeks to my anus. stoking and shaving carefully into every crevice.
As I finished I kept my legs wide and examined myself, my breasts looked full and heavy, my nipples erect and dark pink, I could still see the marks of the mans mouth around one nipple and shuddered at the memory, I remembered the beggar and his thing on my leg, his fingers groping my pussy.

As I remembered I started to stroke myself, dipping my fingers as my Uncle had done, faster and faster, my legs splayed wide, watching myself in the mirror, the feeling building, I squeezed my nipple as he had done.

"Oh"

 

[New Master]

Hungrily she cleans my fingers, no reservation or hesitation. Her sucking brings my erection to full stature. She grabs my arm and her tongue laps at my fingers, greedily.

I want to take her now, feel my cock throbbing inside her . . . but the time is not yet right. Her first orgasm must be on command.

With superhuman self control I remove my fingers and taking her by the elbow, I move her toward the master bedroom.

My bedroom, my sanctuary, is large with a bathroom on the left, nearly as big as the bedroom itself and a door to my "private office" on the right. The bed, a classic four-poster, is covered with a white comforter and two large mirrors line the headboard wall. The room has a seating area all it's own including a large leather club chair and footstool

"Now you must wash and rest, and wait for me. Later we will go shopping, do not forget what I told you to do"

Then I leave Lucille to her chores.

Walking across the room, I remove my keychain once again and selecting the third key, I open my office. Inside are a large desk and chair. But on the wall are many different items, whips of leather, an assortment of dildos, some standard, others electrified. Shelves hold candles and containers of small and large nipple clamps, handcuffs and other bondage equiptment. On the far wall is a large black cross and several skeens of rope.

Moving to the wall, I select two items.

As I leave, locking the door, I can hear the water running in the bathroom. I toss the two items into the leather club chair and slowly cross the room to peek into the bath.

As I look in I see Lucille playing with therself, one hand on her nipple, the other in her hairless cunt.

"Lucille!" "Did I give you permission to touch yourself? Come here this instance!"

Roughly I take her arm and lead her into the sitting area.

"Prepare yourself for punishment," I command as I drag to the leather club chair. "On your knees! Put your ass on the ottoman and hold onto the front legs with your hands."

 

[Frambois]

Uncle Sylvan has caught me, I am so embarrassed, what will he do?

"Lucille!" "Did I give you permission to touch yourself? Come here this instance!"

Walking to him, the soapy water running down my body and legs I follow into the other room.

Roughly I take her arm and lead her into the sitting area.

"Prepare yourself for punishment," he is dragging me to a leather chair.

"On your knees! Put your ass on the ottoman and hold onto the front legs with your hands."

He shouts at me, I am nervous and do not understand, what is an ottoman, I kneel in front of the chair and bending forward hold the legs. I feel very naked, exposed and foolish.

"Sorry Sir" I plead as looking down I see the cooling water drip from my nipples to the carpet.

 

[New Master]

Forcing Lucille down on the footstool, I show her where to place her hands so that they were grabbing the legs and position her so that she is kneeling, her lovely ass exposed.

"Stand still, Lucille. Do not move."

Her eyes are wide with fear and apprehension. Almost silently, she begins to cry.

As I sit in the large leather club chair, retrieving the small leather flogger from behind me on the chair, I cannot help the surging bulge in my pants nor my growing affection for this young woman.

With my hand I gently rub her ass, stroking it, moving from cheek to cheek and gradually toward her hairless slit. Bath water still drips from her body.

Tenderly I stroke her pussy opening.

"Lucille, when you disobey me, you will be spanked. Did I not tell you that you were to do exactly what I told you to do. And I did not tell you to touch yourself, did I?"

My gentle stroking of her bare pussy lips increased as I spoke. I felt her wetness grow, not bath water but sexual moisture.

"Spread your legs open, Lucille," I commanded. My forefingers pushed into her wet opening as she obeyed, stroking the soft folds and penetrating. My thumb, collecting moistue, began to circle her anus.

Lucille was not crying any longer. Her breathing quickened and she pushed back against my hand.

I brought my other hand to her mouth, running my fingers over her lips. She sucked them in greedily as she had when she cleaned them.

"Are you ready, Lucille?"

 

[Frambois]

I feel so exposed, everything that has ever been private of my body is laid bare to his eyes and touch.

I can feel how stretched and open my bottom cheeks are by the position he has forced upon me. he must be able to see everything as I grip the hard wooden legs, I flinch at first then am aroused by the touch of his fingers on my open sex. feel again the pulse in my tummy.

"Lucille, when you disobey me, you will be spanked. Did I not tell you that you were to do exactly what I told you to do. And I did not tell you to touch yourself, did I?"

"No Sir" I murmured

His fingers are moving around my lips, cupping the mound gently, then one finger drawn lightly along the lips, drawing moisture from me as I my flesh pulses.

"Spread your legs open, Lucille,"

"yes sir, I will try" I gasp as my knees go further apart, the sinews stretching, the cool air all around my bottom, the newly shaved skin of my pussy feeling the change in air temperature, feeling his fingers explore.

His thumb is gently stroking moisture against my anus! as his fingers dip into me, I stiffen in anticipation, not there surely!

"Are you ready, Lucille?"

"Sir... " I gasp, and hold my breath

 

[New Master]

"Count them out loud, Lucille."

Removing my hand from her engorged pussy and ass, I pause a moment, then bring my hand, open palm, down hard on her left ass cheek.

*SMACK*

She makes no noise, but winces.

"I want you to count, Lucille. We'll start again."

*SMACK* on the right

"One"

*SMACK*

"Two"

*SMACK*

"Three"

The spanking continues, both ass cheeks reddening as I alternate the blows. When the spanking reaches 15, she begins to cry.

"Please no more . . . sir. Please . . ."

"If you speak again, Lucille, we will of course have to start over."

*SMACK*

"Seventeen"

*SMACK*

"Eighteen"

She is sobbing now between spanks but to no avail.

I stop at 20. Then I use the leather flogger and give her five more. The flogger is not so painful but it stings more on her violently pink buttock.

Finally I finish. Lucille's body is racked with the aftermath of her crying. She heaves, trying to catch her breath between sobs.

Gently, I touch her ass with one hand, stroking her softly. My other hand caresses her face, brushing away her tears, tracing her lips with my thumb, then holding her face in my hand.

"Easy, my pet. Easy." I speak softly, reassuring her as I continue to sooth her buttock. "Easy."

Slowly, my stroking of her ass leads downward to the cleft in her red globes. I begin again to insert my fingers into her sex, stroking the folds of her pussy, causually gliding over her clitoris.

First just one finger, then two, then three, back and forth, opening her. She is dry at first but with patience and persistence, she responds.

And still I speak softly to her. "You are mine, my love. You have always been mine, even from the earliest days."

Lucille pushes back on my hand, my fingers probe deeper as she rocks herself. He sex flows, the juices running down my hand. Her pace become more urgent, back and forth.

I stroke her face and then her breasts with my other hand, gently pulling on her nipples, sqeezing the mounds.

Lucille urgently grips the legs of the ottoman with her hands, her moaning is audible, her breathing faster, her eyes closed.

Faster she rides me, her entire body moving back and forth.

Yet I will not let her cum, not yet.

Abruptly I remove my fingers from her wet pussy. Then maintaining contact with her body, I rise from my chair and move to face her, kneeling so that our faces are just inches apart. Slowly I bring my face to hers, our noses touch, my lips brush hers gently, then more passionately as we kiss for the first time.

Our mouths part, then reconnect. I open my mouth and ease my tongue into her. She takes it and responds with her own.

"Now Lucille," I coo as I pull away. "Now."

I rise, standing before her, opening my belt, then my pants.

 

[Frambois]

I taste the tears from my eyes as his lips kiss mine softly, then the invasion of his toungue, powerful like a snake uncoiling into my mouth filling my mouth with a pulsating hot sensation.

I had had to force myself not to cry out as he smacked me, counting each sharp blow as my body shook from the impact, my hands gripping the legs of the chair, my knuckles white.

My toes had dug into the carpet as if to push away, lifting my knees from the floor as my body rested on the leather, breasts hanging free over the edge.

I thought he would never stop as he went from cheek to cheek, then the swish and pain of an implement across both my naked cheeks. I could feel the heat and pain becoming unbearable then he stopped, what next?

Gentle now, his soft fingers on my trembling lips, his other hand stroking my tortured flesh then dipping again into my pussy, probing as first one then two and more fingers are forced into me, my juices flowing as I arch my back to push back on his hand as it fills me, my head down as I wriggle and push back wanting more of him, deeper.

I lick and suck on his fingers with my mouth and pussy, like a hungry animal, legs wide open, buttocks flexing as I buck on his hand. His hand escapes my mouth to cup and squeeze my swinging breasts, I expect the pain again but it does not come, am I disappointed?

Without warning his fingers are pulled from me, my bottom continues to fuck, yes that is the word I can think it now, fuck the air, his wet fingers trace along my back till he is here now kissing me.

As I reach for him to pull his face to mine he stands back, opens his pants,

"Now Lucille, now."

Looking up at him, back arched, hand reaching out, long hair over one shoulder I gasp my need

"Please, please sir"

 

[Frambois]

I taste the tears from my eyes as his lips kiss mine softly, then the invasion of his toungue, powerful like a snake uncoiling into my mouth filling my mouth with a pulsating hot sensation.

I had had to force myself not to cry out as he smacked me, counting each sharp blow as my body shook from the impact, my hands gripping the legs of the chair, my knuckles white.

My toes had dug into the carpet as if to push away, lifting my knees from the floor as my body rested on the leather, breasts hanging free over the edge.

I thought he would never stop as he went from cheek to cheek, then the swish and pain of an implement across both my naked cheeks. I could feel the heat and pain becoming unbearable then he stopped, what next?

Gentle now, his soft fingers on my trembling lips, his other hand stroking my tortured flesh then dipping again into my pussy, probing as first one then two and more fingers are forced into me, my juices flowing as I arch my back to push back on his hand as it fills me, my head down as I wriggle and push back wanting more of him, deeper.

I lick and suck on his fingers with my mouth and pussy, like a hungry animal, legs wide open, buttocks flexing as I buck on his hand. His hand escapes my mouth to cup and squeeze my swinging breasts, I expect the pain again but it does not come, am I disappointed?

Without warning his fingers are pulled from me, my bottom continues to fuck, yes that is the word I can think it now, fuck the air, his wet fingers trace along my back till he is here now kissing me.

As I reach for him to pull his face to mine he stands back, opens his pants,

"Now Lucille, now."

Looking up at him, back arched, hand reaching out, long hair over one shoulder I gasp my need

"Please, please sir"