Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Shameful, I thought, and the spirited part of me couldn’t figure out why the idea didn’t make me stop. It didn’t even make me stop watching myself in the mirror. It didn’t make me stop whimpering, as I thought of how many young women must have done this, while they waited for their masters to come and fuck them… must have ridden the bedpost in a helpless quest for release from their need and the tormenting pleasure of the wood and the lace that covered their wet, wayward cunnies.
She went up and down with a lewd, bouncing rhythm in her bending knees, the blue-haired girl in the mirror. She… Wetquim, the pleasure girl… the fuck toy… she needed it so badly. Surely her master would understand.
Only then did I remember what Mistress Franla had said, only a few minutes before—a few eons before, in my perception, of course, a length of time that I tried to tell myself might explain my failure to connect her words with my lewd ride on the bedpost. I shuddered as I recalled it, her warning against touching myself, and her promise of terrible punishment, should I be discovered stealing his lordship’s pleasure from my pussy.
So desperate for satisfaction had I become, and so anxious about what would befall me when my master arrived, that I persuaded myself for a moment that my mistress must not have meant this—that she had secured my hands, and told me I need not fear, seeing that she had done so. I did close my eyes, though, because I knew that if I kept watching myself in the mirror, I would understand what I refused to understand: that of course she had forbidden me to do this—to rub my pussy against the bed post, to moan from my chest as I heard the soft noises from between my thighs take on a wetness that reminded me, blushingly, of the sounds my mouth had made on my master’s thrusting cock when he had fucked me there.
I couldn’t stop. I tried to stop. I tried to tell myself to stop. Instead, my ride grew more frantic, because I knew I must finish before my master arrived. The thought of him finding me, stopping my desperate self-pleasure, whipping me for my theft, fucking me over and over to teach me obedience… the little scenes in my imagination sent fear through my mind and my body, but they also hastened the urgency of the pleasure. I cried out, because I could feel the climax just ahead.
“Chalondra,” I heard my master say from the doorway. “Stop that right now.”
CHAPTER 26
Chalondra
I froze. My eyes flew open and I turned my head to see them, Baron Gravamir and Mistress Franla, walking swiftly towards me. At first I felt certain my master would produce a paddle from the pocket of his robe and begin simply to spank me with it. For an instant I even had the lewd, fleeting hope that if he did, I would be able to keep rubbing myself against the knob—that perhaps I could even come that way, while his lordship bestowed the correction I had so thoroughly earned.
Then I got a good look at the expression on his face, and on my mistress’. In their eyes I could see some element of the response I had expected to their discovering me doing precisely what she had commanded me not to do: shamelessly trying to pleasure myself despite the binding of my hands to the bedpost. Mistress Franla’s face seemed to display a sort of knowing disappointment, and the baron’s eyes blazed with the same sort of stomach-twisting hunger I had seen in them before he had spanked me in the study.
But I could also see in those expressions a different, much more urgent element: as if, though my master would certainly have whipped me for masturbating if the night had continued according to his plans, the night would most definitely not continue that way. Something had happened: I could see that above all in their faces. When his lordship had said “Stop that right now,” his tone had definitely conveyed the promise that in good time, if the current emergency receded, I would feel his justice across my bare backside. It had also, and more importantly, told me that I must stop so that all three of us could… do something—something absolutely vital.
With widening eyes and growing confusion, I watched him turn away towards the wall of the bedchamber while Mistress Franla came to my side to unfasten my wrists. My body still trembled from the almost-climax that had shaken me just before her and my master’s entrance. I looked a plea for more information into her blue eyes.
“We are leaving,” she said simply.
At the same time, I heard from where my master had gone, apparently to face a blank section of wall, a metallic click, and then a groaning and creaking, mingled noises of wood and metal, as if some very old piece of machinery were being activated. The baron grunted, and I could see that he had begun to push hard at something, and that that part of the wall had started to move backwards.