The governess

[Honey_B]

My name is Miss Catherine Celeste Gordon and I am a governess. At twenty four years old, I find myself completely without family in the sprawling metropolis of Victorian London and quite desperate. Losing four positions have made me all but untouchable to the finer families of London. It matters not that each situation ended for reasons that are not my fault. In each, either the gentleman of the house or an elder son made undue advances on my person. Each time I objected, and was summarily dismissed without references. My prospects have steadily dropped. Recently, I had to secure a position by scanning The Times.

My hopes are high. I am thankful to have gained the interest of a Mr. Gerald Kent, wealthy businessman at the Exchange. Thru a series of correspondences, he has offered me a position, sight unseen. He appears to be almost as desperate in his situation as I am in mine. It seems, Mr. Kent has a set of twins, a boy and a girl. The only information that I have received about my new charges is that they are quite a challenge. I do not even know their respective ages.

I sit in a hansom cab with everything I own, traveling to the home of my new employer. It is not usually in my nature to be nervous, but for some reason I feel some unease. I push the thoughts away for I do not have the luxury to dwell upon such things.

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Catherine should have acted on those feelings. Once she enters the home of Gerald Kent, she will not be allowed to leave. She has been hired not as a governess but is being lured to his home to become a plaything for himself and his children. You see, Caroline and Jonathon Kent have just turned twenty-one and are receiving a wonderful birthday present from her father.

I need someone to play the twins and Gerald Kent as I will play the governess, Ms. Gordon.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Gerald Kent, tall, blonde and aristocratic, the bastard son of the fifth Earl of Wickham, he has devoted his life to amassing a fortune by fair means and foul and to the pursuit of a libertine existence in so far as the strictures of Victorian propriety allow. Though what goes on behind the closed doors of the Chelsea road address, is anyone's guess.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: I'll take on the role of Caroline Kent, if you don't mind -

Medium height, small boned, long golden hair, innocent blue eyes, conceal a sexual nature that has already been fully awakened by both her brother and her father. Experimental and rebellious, difficult to control, only her father and brother have learned the secrets to make her submit to their demands.

 

[Swashbuckler]

OOC: I would love to take on the persona of Jonathan Kent, the tall and strong blonde young man with cold blue eyes that tell of the cruel heart he harbors. Aloof and cruel; he has excessive appetites for wealth, power, fine clothes, sex and occasionally opium. Like all good rich Victorian decadents.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

Welcome one and all.

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The cab stopped in front of a proper English house in a quiet neighborhood. Quite lovely actually, I noticed as I climbed down. The driver handed down my luggage and I tossed up a few precious shillings.

I straightened the full skirts of my light blue dress. It was my best and reflected the color of my eyes. Fearing that I must look a fright, I patted a gloved hand to my black hair, upswept in a conservative chignon.

Head held high, I walked up to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I gave a good strong knock.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

Jonathon watched with peaked curiosity as the cabdriver handed the bags down to the young woman in conservative dress checking her hair before my father's home. From my vantage point behind the lace of the window of my suite I smiled and pulled my flask from my jacket for a qick pull on my scotch. Watching the young woman pay off her driver and gather her bags and head up the walk towards the door and out of my sight. Replacing my flask I turned and retrieved my favorite cane, the hickory one with the large gem-cut glass handle and the sharp brass tip, from its resting place next to the door on my way out.

As I shut my suite's door and headed for the stairs I heard the front door knocker announcing that there was a guest at the door. I smiled and lickied my lips as I descened the stairs, slowly.

 

[ariosto]

Gerald

"Drinking again Jonathan?"
Gerald intercepted his son on the first floor landing.
He took a long look at him.
"Bad question, eh my boy. You never stopped."

Both men, for Jonathan was clearly a man, looked at each other and grinned.

"Is her room ready.?"

"Oh yes, Dear sister has done it up fine for a proper young Lady."

Gerald laughed, "Well she should know, eh?"

The chimes rang once more.
They ecchanged sly looks and descended the stairs together. The perfect picture of a Victorian Pater Familias and his fairhaired son.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

At the sound of the cab, I rush to the window and pull back the delicate lace curtains from the window on the 3rd floor. I watch as the beautiful governess descends the steps and hands her money to the driver.

Turning back to the room, I check to see that all is in order. Not a speck of dust, and everything is put to rights. Of course, this particular room may not get as much use as the one I've truly prepared in the basement. But, one must treat these things with caution.

Leaving the room, and closing the door behind me, I make my way to the stairs leading to the 2nd floor. When I reach the hallway, I stop in front of the mirror to check my appearance. Golden hair pushed back, but trailing down my back, complexion clear, eyes hiding the streak of sexual deviance my brother and father have taught me well. I smooth out the front of my lavender dress, my stays pushing my breasts high. I hear my brother and father speaking to themselves as they move down the stairs.

As the knocker strikes, I take one final glance in the mirror, and then turn to the stairs. I stop slightly below the top - just enough to be noticed when the door is opened -

 

[Honey_B]

Miss Hutchinson - housekeeper

Rescued from the slums of Whitehall by Gerald Kent, Miss Hutchinson is the perfect housekeeper for this household. Somewhere in her thirties and rail-thin, the fiercely loyal servant performs her duties with the utmost discretion and obedience.

She answers the door before any of the Kents can think to ask.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

The door opens and a gaunt face peers at me. I fumble helplessly in my reticule for an enternity. Finally, I withdraw my card and hand it to the housekeeper.

"Miss Gordon, here to see Mr. Gerald Kent. I am the new governess."

I could not help but notice the woman's eyes widen slightly at the word. My overly active imagination, no doubt.

The woman steps aside a gestures me inside into an elegant foyer, shutting the door behind me. She brush past me and hands my engraved card to a man just descending the stairs. I can only presume he is Gerald Kent. My new employer comes to stand next to a younger, fairer version of himself. I feel myself flush. Both men are devishly handsome.

 

[ariosto]

"Miss Gordon! How utterly delighted I am to have you in our employ. Your description does not do you one iota of justice!"

Gerald descended the last two stairs and sweeping her hand up kissed it soundly. She flushed and her discomforture was not helped by the gleaming eyes and narrowed smile of the handsome young man behind him.


"You are my dear, not only a handsome woman, but a provacatively lovely one as well. Don't you think
Jonathan?"

Catherine almost turned to go, but the steely presence of Miss Hutchinson at the door
dissuaded her.

"Do you introduce me too, Papa?"
The voice came from an icily beautiful girl whose age seemed indeterminate but who bore a striking likeness to Jonathan.

"Of course pet, Miss Gordon meet my daughter Caroline and son Jonathan. They've been very eager to meet you."

She eyed the two with trepidation,
"Then Mister Kent you have other children here?
Ones that I can take care of?"

The family exchanged a knowing look and Gerald laughed. "Oh yes!. Yes indeed there are children here in GREAT need of you!"

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

Eyeing my birthday present slowly up form her proper little black shoes her concervative and palin dress, very suited for a governess. Stopping briefly at the tightness of her waist taking in the way her skirts cascade over her hips like woolen waterfalls. Continuing up to the twin mounds of her bosom, swelling under her clothing, "delectable," I thought to myself.

Taking a half step to one side to take in her face fully without risking being blocked by my father's form. I stop and look deep into those eyes, so innocent, truly the best birthday gift any man could hope for.

My thoughts were disrupted by my father's laughter. I smile a little more in concert with him, while absently twirling the gem of the cane in my hand. I wonder if she noticed it? No matter, I shall enjoy giving them propper intorductions later.

Reaching forward to take her hand and to lightly kiss it, "Charmed, Miss Gordon, charmed....," I coldly whisper as I release her hand, and silently inhale her scent from her wrist as I back off, the young viper waiting for his poison to run its course.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

At my father's voice, I slowly make my way down the stairs, keeping my eyes on the scene enfolding below. I watch as Jonathan bends over her wrist, lingering overly long.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I can see that the "governess" has been quite unsettled by the display of my family. Time to put her at ease, even if just temporarily.

Coming forward and brushing past Jonathan, I take Miss Gordon's hands in my own, as I press my cheek to hers.

"Miss Gordon, welcome. You must excuse my father and brother - one would think they never see beautiful women! But, come with me, and let me show you your room. I know you must have many questions regarding your position here, and all will be answered in due time. But traveling and changing positions can be so difficult, can it not? Here, let us go where you can refresh yourself before dinner, where hopefully you will come to understand the nature of your position here."

I look sternly at both my brother and father as I lead Miss Gordon up the stairs, telling Jonathan to make sure Miss Gordon's bags are brought to her room.

Once in the room, I can see that Miss Gordon is preparing to ask me questions, but that will be for my father to deal with. I talk briskly of the amenities of the room - the window to the east that allows the sun in, and all the little niceties that have been put into place for her.

Jonathan has secured one of the servants to carry Miss Gordon's bags up the 2 flights of stairs, and they are deposited by her bed. Once this is done, I cease my chattering and move to the door.

"Miss Gordon, I'm so glad that you have come to us. I can't tell you. Dinner is in one hour and a half from now. And yes, we do dress for dinner, though it will be only family this evening. See you then, Miss Gordon."

I close the door with a final click, and move quickly down the stairs where I find Jonathan and my father standing like vultures.

"If you two keep acting the way you do, you shall scare her off, and then what? We've already gone through 3 girls, and one called the police! Let's at least get her comfortable first, shall we?"

Smiling, I stroke Jonathan's smooth cheek, and then reach up to circle my father's neck with my arm as our lips meet, his tongue snaking its way into my mouth. I pull away from both with a smile and hurry to the kitchen to oversee dinner preparations.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

I smile at my dear sister, Caroline's admonishments as she embraces our father. I blow out the match that has just lit my cigar with a small puff of blue-grey smoke as I say quietly, almost inaudibly, "But Caroline, my dear, all predators enjoy the taste of fear in the blood of their prey, n'est pas?"

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

For several long minutes, I pace the length of my room, having a little battle with myself.

This is ridiculous...
They were all perfectly friendly....
Why am I so on edge....
This is my last chance....

Katie, you know you have to do whatever it takes this time to make it work.

I wipe my moist palms on my handkerchief and then smile at myself in an ornate mirror on the wall. I can be so foolish at times. Really the Kents were all perfectly pleasant.

My thoughts turn to Jonathon and Caroline. I hadn't realized Mr. Kent had adult children. Apparently my future charges must be out with a nanny, making them fairly young. The thought makes me feel better. It was certainly thoughtful of Mr. Kent to give me a chance to get settled before I begin my duties.

Having decided things quite satisfactorily in my mind, I turn my attention to unpacking my few possessions. For the first time, I review my surroundings and am pleasantly surprised. They are really quite lovely and they show the evidence of a feminine hand. I wonder if Caroline had a hand in its decoration. She is so lovely. In fact, I can not recall meeting a more sinfully attractive family. I push away my nervousness before it has a chance to return.

I shake out the only suitable dress I have for dinner. Purchased during my stay with my last employer, it is singularly unattractive in color and style. Important features considering I had been trying to discourage the gentleman of the house. Severe in cut and its color the grey of a London sky in early March, this sturdy silk will no doubt serve me well into my fifties.

An hour and a half until dinner. I pull out the picture of my dear father and place it on a small occasional table. Gone five years, his kind face still brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps feeling nostalgic, I pull out his old battered volume of Chaucer and begin to read.

 

[ariosto]

"Your sister is quite right Jonathan, we Kent males have always let our cocks rule our minds."
Gerald was relaxing in the library, idly tossing a new suite of Hiroshige prints one by one onto the carpet from his position ensconced in the huge leather chair he favored.

"Indeed I'm right Father Dear. I'm always right am I not?"
Caroline swirled into the room, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"A drink little sister?"
Jonathan offered the decanter, but Caroline refused, throwing herself in Gerald's lap and hugging him around the neck.
"Please child you'll bend my Hiroshige!"

She looked at him with a grin.
"Why I'll do more than bend it Pater!"

They were still laughing at that when Mrs Hutchinson entered.
"Do you want the usual added to Miss Gordon's wine, Mister Kent."

The three looked at each other and nodded agreement.

"No. No, not tonight. Let's see how she does without it first."

Jonathan soon disapeared and Caroline turned to her Father.
"He's gone up to spy on her Daddy."

Gerald sighed, "Yes I know, maybe we should join him."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

Slipping out of the library, I headed up the stairs. My mind filled with images of his new toy. As I aproached the third floor landing I made quite sure to hold my cane off the floor so as to not anounce my presence. I crept down the hall to the door that led to the room next to Miss Gordon's. I quietly slipped into chamber and over to the small hole that was shared with her chamber, so discreetly hidden by the femine decor that his dear sister Caroline had so wondrfully enshrouded Miss Catherine Celeste Gordon into.

As I peered through into her new comfortable world I saw that she was sitting and reading, how propper and fitting, I mused to myself. Probably Blake or Chaucer, perhaps Shakespere, I guessed. She was so perfect, so innocent, so niave. This would truly be a treat, especially to share with Caroline and father. The way her chest rose and fell gently with each tiny breath, "I would enjoy that chest," I thought to myself with a wicked grin and twisting the cane in my tight clenched hands silently.

Turning my gaze I saw her very prim and austere dress she had laid out on her bed. This may get interesting, soon she shall have to change into it for dinner, though it itself was nothing but unattractive, to see his first true glimpses of her unblemmished flesh. Now that would be..."stimulating," I thought nearly to a low whisper as I licked my lips and pulled out my flask for a quick pull of scotch.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

As we left to go upstairs, a thought suddenly occured to me. I remembered her simple bags, and her dress, though nice, was not the most fashionable one seen lately.

Taking my father by the arm, I lean up to him.

"Papa, why don't you join Jonathon? I have an idea."

He looked at me and knew I was planning something. Still he walked quickly and quietly up the stairs.

I hurried to my bedroom, and shuffled through some dresses. I finally found a dark blue dress trimmed with deep white lace that I hadn't worn for a while. If I guessed right, Miss Gordon and I were about the same size.....I held up the dress. Yes, it would do quite nicely, and she has blue eyes as well.

Gathering the dress in my arms, I climb the stairs to the 3rd floor, and knock at her door. At her voice stating to enter, I open the door, holding the dress in front of me.

"Miss Gordon, I hope you won't think me rude, but papa insists that we dress up quite a bit for dinner. I wasn't certain what items of clothing you had available, and I believe you and I are about the same size? I should very much like to give you this dress to wear, if it will not insult you?"

I give Miss Gordon an innocent smile, while glancing up at where I know my brother and papa are looking in on both of us.

"Of course, we shall have to check your stays, this dress is a little narrow in the waist, unfortunately. But you know how that helps our bosom!"

 

[ariosto]

Gerald and Jonathan, turned and grinned at each other in their dark recess. God Bless Sister, she was a wonder!
Turning back to the openings they saw Miss Gordon rise up with a look of delight on her face. She held the dress to her and swished around a bit. Over her shoulder Caroline winked at the paintings on the wall whose eyes disguised the peepholes.

Next they saw Caroline unsnapping the buttons on the back of Miss Gordons blouse, which when freed from constraints, billowed out from the Governess'healthy round breasts which were only partly covered by the chemise and bustiere she was wearing as undergarments. Sister quickly moved to begin unlacing the stays. Her face was flushed and she was obviously having a delicious time.

In his pocket Gerald began to slide his hand along the long bulge of his growing erection.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

As Miss Kent entered, I laid down my book. I feared my face might be flush. The Tales can be quite ribald.

She explained her reason for visiting my room.

"What a lovely dress, Miss Kent. I should be honored to wear it. It is my sincerest desire to act in accordance with the customs of your household." Goodness, I sounded stiffly formal even to my own ears.

The dress was really quite lovely. Rich blue silk trimmed with exquisite lace. Miss Kent was kind enough to help me off with my day dress and as she began to unlace me, I tried not to feel embarrassed.

The garment which she unlaced was a corselet, suitable for day wear. It provided a modified version of the fashionable cinched waist and lifted bosom. I wore it almost exclusively, not wanting to enhance my natural assets in any way. Miss Kent's gown, however, required that I change into a whale-bone corset that would transform my figure properly.

I retrieved the complicated garment from my wardrobe and placed it on the bed. As Miss Kent removed my corselet, my breasts sprang free. Unconsciously, I rubbed my naked skin, enjoying the delicious rush of relief every woman feels when released from a confining undergarment.

I blushed to my toes when I noticed Miss Kent smiling at me. Looking down, I realized my nipples had become erect. Quickly, I covered my breasts with my hands.

With a carefree laugh, she said, "It does feel so wonderful when they are released. Doesn't it, Miss Gordon?" Her smile was unmistakably playful.

Trying to match her light tone, "It certainly does and now I've got to put on this. Out of the frying pan and into the fire." I picked up the whale-boned cincher.

Miss Kent was kind enough to help me with the corset. She had deceptively strong hands and was able to tightlace me to a wasp-waisted seventeen inches.

"Now, let's see how this dress looks on you."

The dress was horrifying in its daring. The bodice cut low enough to reveal a swathe of my breasts above the conservative lace trim.

I tried not to look stricken as I asked, "How do I look?"

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

I gave father a wry smile as he stroked himself in the depths of his trousers before turning my attention back to Caroline and Catherine. I watched, transfixed as Caroline "helped" Miss Gordon with her garments. Slowly unlacing the niave girl, it was uniquely like watching someone else carefully open and re-wrap your Christmas baubles before your eyes without allowing you to touch, handle, ...no manipulate is the word. As my mind rolled the scene before my eyes around inside itself my rigth hand silently tapped the firm wood of my cane into my open left palm, distractedly.

As Catherine's lobes were finally revealed and she began to rub them for relief I wetted my lips in anticipation. I made a mental note to myself, "Miss Gordon seems to have sensitive breasts, ones that do not enjoy, 'pressure'." My smile broadened, and my manhood strained, at the ideas that ran through my mind of how I could enjoy that aspect of my new bauble's body.

As Caroline put her blue dress on Catherine's form I found that it fit her most strikingly, wonders what a good whaler can do for a little mouse. I had always loved that dress on Caroline, now I loved it anew. With this realization I unconsciously cocked an eyebrow. I had switched to running my fingernails slowly along the shaft of my cane, still enthralled at the display from the next chamber.

My trance was cracked when Father placed a hand on my shoulder, "Come, they will soon be down for dinner, m'boy. And I think us "gentlemen" need a stiff brandy before, yes?" He said in a barely audible whisper. I nodded my assent without removing my eyes from that flow of the blue gown on Catherine's form. He tugged again and I turned to follow him down to the game room. As we descended that stairs quietly, I give my cane a twirl. My thoughts probing the darkest recesses of my mind. I see Father give me a slightly disapproving look, that quickly fades into a knowing grin.

Reaching the game room I non-chalantely roll the eightball across the green field and knock the cue into a pocket with my hand. I cross to the bar and retrieve the decanter of brandy and two sniffers. Pouring two manly portions I hand one to Father and then find the sporting Times and sit in the depths of my favortie large chair. I see that I have one two of six horses, a fine day indeed! I smile nad almost laugh aloud as I set the Times back down and sip my brandy, the fingers of my right hand drumming hard on the arm of the chair.

 

[SexyChele]

Caroline

I watched as Catherine's body came into view. Lovely, simply lovely. I positioned her so as be easily viewed by the men I knew were watching her.

It took every bit of control not to linger my touches on her delicate pale skin, or to allow my fingers to trace her breasts. Ah, but later.

As I cinched her into the whalebone corset, I took special delight in watching her waist shrink down. I would soon be cinched into one almost like it, and knew the pleasure of a tiny waist, but the discomfort of being cinched in so tightly.

As I slipped the dress over her shoulders and fastened it to her body, I had to admit it was very attractive on her.

"You look absolutely lovely, Miss Gordon! I knew that dress would be perfect for you! Now, I'll have Miss Hutchinson come up and dress your hair for you, then we can go down to dinner together."

I wisk my way out of the room, and down the stairs to my own room, where Miss Hutchinson waits. Wordlessly, she helps me out of my dress and most of my underthings as she quickly helps me put on the long, tight corset and cinches me in.

Draping an emerald green dress over my head, I smile at the way the dress enhances my waist and displays an ample show of my breasts. The dress is off the shoulders, and my shoulders appear almost creamy in the candlelight.

Miss Hutchinson quickly dresses my hair, before I dismiss her to Miss Gordon's room. When I hear a knock, I know she is finished, and I step out of my room to find Catherine just coming down the stairs.

"I do believe we shall cause my brother and papa to drop their tumblers when me make our entrance, Miss Gordon!"

Slipping my arm through hers, I head for the stairs and the library.

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

"I do believe we shall cause my brother and papa to drop their tumblers when me make our entrance, Miss Gordon!"

I desperately hope Miss Kent is teasing me.

"I doubt I would rate a second glance with you in the room." The words sound odd considering we are speaking of Miss Kent's father and brother.

I try to feel the easy camaraderie that Caroline does as we walk down the stairs. She has been ever so sweet. Beauty and charm seem to radiate from this woman.

We find the gentlemen of the house sharing a brandy in a dark book-lined room with a billiard table. My eyes are drawn to the seated Jonathan Kent. He sits coiled like a snake, his eyes glittering as he notices our entrance. An involuntary shiver runs through my body though I don't know why.

My eyes travel to my employer as he greets us.

"Ladies, you flatter us with your company." His voice is deep and rich, like the brandy from which he drinks.

 

[ariosto]

"Why Ladies"
Gerald, said rising from the soft leather chair, "I feel quite under dressed, what about you Jonathan?"

Bending low over the Governess hand, he presses it to his lips.
At first she doesn't know why the gentlemanly kiss seems odd and then instantly colors as she realises he is licking her hand! With his tongue!
She pulls away franticaly and only Carolines warm arm around her waist keeps her from bolting.

"Daddy! shame!"
His delightful daughter frowns at him.
"Miss Gordon will think us a terrible family!...apologise at once."

Bowing again with a feral smile on his lips, the head of the household does indeed apologise and most profusely too.

The door opens and the housekeeper in her dry voice announces dinner.
As they all move to the dining room, she pulls Gerald aside and whispers.
"The chamber is ready, if you prefer it to the billiard room."

"Thank you Mrs. Hutchinson, I beleive we'll need both tonight."
Unseen by the others he kisses the austere housekeeper and sends his tongue snaking down her throat.
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[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

My eyes shift to take in the grand enterance of Caroline and Catherine, "Yes, they are undoubtedly accutely dressed, Father." I respond in a soft hiss as I take in the perfect pair of dumplings entering the room.

I can not help but to smile as Father kisses Catherine's hand, always the propper old gentleman. She timidly recoils, but is held fast by sweet Caroline. She is such a savior, always there to guide the innocent. I give her a silent but knowing look that speaks volumes in the way that only close twins, such as ourselves can share, with one cocked eyebrow.

I finish my brandy as Mrs. Hutchinson announces dinner. Setting it down on the reading table and clearing my throat, "Yes, perhaps both rooms. Father, may I suggest that we dine in the dining room, it may settle Miss Gordon's neres to appease her appetite in a more formal setting that the dining room may provide?" "Indeed, my boy, indeed. Mrs. Hutchinson..." Father responded causing Mrs Hutchinson to nod her head and make her exit towards the propper preparations. Unless, my eyes decieve I think I detect a little relief in the face of Catherine.

Seeing that she feels a little more comfrotable, "Miss Gordon can we offer you some refreshment before we dine?" She shakes her head and declines. "As you wish, Caroline, my dear, would you be so good as to fetch me some more brandy?" She nods her agreement and brings the decanter over to me. As she bends to pour I whisper in her succulent ear, "You are truly a wicked angel, dear sister." She smiles very coyly as she refills my glass.

Caroline withdraws and I sip looking intently at the new figure within the confies of that familiar garment.