"No green grass anywhere. It's as if there was a sinister plot at work. I never seem to observe or understand how things work in this dismal country," Lady K moaned as she woke in the dirty bed, realising that she must change her accommodation at once.
This was her first sojourn away from home on her own for some considerable time. She had inevitably got off to a poor start. The schooner had docked late in the night. She had discovered that the hostel where she had been due to stay had been damaged by fire. There was no bed for her there. Tired and unable to work out the complicated map of the town, she had ending up staying at a crapulous inn on the dockside on her first night in the little port town. How she cursed the courtier who recommended travel to this distant place.
It was a new day now. She had been woken by a noxious smell early that morning. Aching from her travels she had staggered over to the window to close out the odour and had seen below, an elederly woman stirring a vile soup in a cauldron in the courtyard. A large hessian sack lay by the crone's side and leaked fish heads onto the grubby cobbles. The stench and the sight were equally vile. Milady K retched.
Breakfast, M'dear?" the old lady leered up at her, having heard the bile rising in the guest's throat. K staggered back, holding a kerchief to her face and sat back on the bed, feeling ill. She gazed up into the mirror, too weak to stand for a moment, but realising that she needed to get out of this dirty room in the filthy inn. At least she was due to rendezvous with her friend later that day away from town. She unrolled her friend's letter and read again the rather vague direction. Take the winding road up towards the Lakeside Tavern, the fine writing directed imprecisely. Follow the road out from the port, up along the river towards the mountain town, where her hosts had their summer residence. The tortuous script led her to believe that there would be shelter along the road.
Leaving the reeking inn, she was adventurous enough to join a party of fishermen on the road out of town. She had been attracted by their slow and exaggerated ramblings that she had caught with half an ear as she sat as far away from the breakfast chamber as possible, sipping an innocuous looking berry juice. The choice proved to be an excellent one. The road sloped gently upwards into the hill and the ambling pace of her burbling companions suited her well. She was delighted to have the time to look about and take in the green fields of the countryside. The sun was shining brightly as if to welcome her properly and to steal away the evil mood that she had greeted the day with in that stinking inn. This pleased her, but her anxieties about the rendezvous returned intermittently preventing the country air from building more than a passing good mood.
Her long dark hair fell about her shoulders, shining in the sun as she walked up the high road, following the fishermen, until the heat began to tire her. The sun disappeared behind a bank of clouds which was a relief, but a spring shower now threatened to spoil the break from the heat. All in all, everything was going wrong again.
"It never rains but it pours," she thought, longing for a drink and needing shelter. She was overjoyed, therefore, to find a tap room - well, it was more a ramshackle hut - by the side of a large lake, but less so, when she heard that this den was in fact the Lakeside Tavern. It seemed to her that her friend had hatched a sinister plot to discomfit her. And the ever changing weather of this wretched land seemed to be a co-conspirator, since she was forced to enter by the heavy downpour that drenched her during the last 500 yards before she reached the hut, fighting with the fishermen to be first out of the tumbling rain.
She made a half-hearted effort to shake away the dampness as she stared bright eyed at the grizzled old man serving behind the bar. She threw down a couple of coins onto the wooden bar and took the flagon of rough wine proferred without comment. Sitting in a corner with no reading matter at her disposal, she decided to indulge herself by watching the occasional comings and goings in the dark tap room. She sipped gingerly at the dark fluid before her. It was powerful stuff and, soon, she was feeling a little dizzy as well as sodden in the oppressive atmosphere of the low ceilinged and dismal room.
Within a few minutes she had drifted into a bored somnambulistic trance. The fishermen were practically the only other occupants of the place. They had gathered away from the smoky fire, and were staring out at the rain pelting down onto the surface of the lake outside, nodding sagely to one another, pleased that trout would be brought to the surface by the disturbance of the storm. The slam of the door against the wall of the tavern and the cold waft of air by the entrance woke Lady K with a start. Her head turned as the new arrival walked over to the bar, made her order and sat down across the room from her. The woman was vaguely familiar, even for the now lightheaded wayfarer. Alas, she turned away from the traveller before Milady K could get a closer look. Instead she went over to an alcove and could be seen kneeling down on the rough wooden floor next to a stranger at the far end of the room. They seemed to exchange a few words before the woman looked over her shoulder straight at our heroine. Milady K could sense piercing eyes looking at her for a brief moment and red hair sliding across a forehead in that unforgettable gesture.
"Jen!" Lady K exclaimed loudly. The other woman turned away, however, and entered into prolonged discourse with the shadowy stranger. Realising that her overtures were either not seen or ignored, the traveller shrugged and sat back in her corner. She hoped that Jen would come over to her, but decided to wait until her friend was ready. She looked away towards the bar, smilling at the elderly retainer there, hoping to strike up an acquaintance. feeling irritated at being overlooked by the person she was supposed to meet. And after such a lousy first night too.
Then, gradually, she became aware that she, herself, was being watched. She tried to glance imperceptibly at the stranger, tipping her head slightly, in order to return his stare surruptitiously. She could see that he was alone now, her friend having left his side for some reason, but she make out his features in the shadows. He seemed captivated by her shy glances and soft smiles.
"Does the light bring out the beauty of my features?" she muttered egotistically.
"Or do the shadows murmur in your ears, Milady K," a soft voice murmured in her ear.
"Jen!"
"Will your eyes grow as big as saucers in the dark, Karen, when you listen to his entreaties falling upon your soft pink shells like a sea mist?" Jen shushed her friend, so that in the silence of the tap room, they could both hear the lapping murmur of the lake outside, as the storm died down and a bird began to chirrup, ushering in more clement weather. Each watery sound , slapping against the quayside, told tales: sinister plots of whispering winds that carried her along unknown paths, in search of something indefinable. Jen laughed quietly as the traveller reached over to clasp at her fingers. Then Karen turned her head and whispered : "Do you take my hand and not turn away?"
"Some would take more than your hand, Karen," Jen warned, allowing the wayfarer's hands to rest in her own extended palm.
"Yes, some might, Jen," Lady K murmured, arching a brow and waiting. "Like the stranger over yonder?"
"Yes, Milady K, but not necessarily."
"If he is not necessarily so, then why did you identify yourself at once to him and ignore me?"
"My lips are sealed for now, Milady K."
"But your tongue is not tied, Jen. There are ways here to draw your secrets out of you."
"Yes indeed," a third voice joined them. "A click of fingers, Milady K and you could be on your way to such revelation."
"My hand had better hold your fingers all the tighter to save Milord having to alert his servants," Jen whispered, squeezing the girl's hand tight to demonstrate.
"Tell me more, please," Karen pouted.
"You would learn all at once, my dear," Jen smiled.
Karen nodded.
"I think not for you would be free to travel on at once then."
"And my fingers are roaming up your arm already, my dear," the stranger grinned, caressing Karen's shoulder gently.
"They will not be led by me," Karen responded sharply, but did not withdraw from the invading hand, as it slid up and down her arm, testing and tempting with its warmth and the power of its masculine grasp.
"Indeed not - they take the unguided tour - as it were," he responded. "Perhaps, my Minxette, will guide me later."
"Your Minxette?"
His explanation, if one came, was drowned out when a drunk slipped into the tap room, yelling for all ladies to stand and bid him welcome. Jen ignored the intrusion. Karen furrowed her brow, trying to recollect the voice insinuating itself in her mind.
"Remember protocol," Jen whispered, pressing Karen's hand down on his thigh.
"Goodness," Karen sighed. " This is so hard."
"H-hello," the drunk accosted them, toppling into a seat next to the two. "Hello M-miladies."
"The inscrutible lass might have stumbled on my secret.........had she stood," MiLord teased, playing on the gestures of this latest intruder. "......as her friend would have her do?"
"I am afraid that I would not follow your wishes or his," Karen murmured.
"Soooo soooo afraid," the drunk burbled, falling forward on his stool, looking up fish eyed around the room for a brief moment. "and sooooooo bad."
"Minxette, Your friend disobeys you," MiLord said solicitously as the drunk folded his head in his hands. "How could she be so bad?"
"Every bad girl deserves favour," Jen said, sitting up in her chair. She sipped at Karen's flagon, watching him and waiting. Soomn enough his hand slipped slyly up to her shoulder and he held both women in a conspiratorial embrace.
As he touched Jen's arm, Karen's eyes widened.
"Tell me now, Sir," Karen demenaded. " Tell me of your plots and your intentions."
"Can I surrender my secrets to this charming wench?" he mused out loud, running a finger slowly up and down Jen's arm, disregarding Karen's vexed frowns. "Their possession might be nine-tenths of the law."
The drunk was now irritating to the point that Karen pushed him off his stool and onto the floor, sticking her tongue out at him as the sodden wretch gazed up at her bemused. Milord laughed at her vexation and Karen stuck her tongue out at him.
"Such a sinful tongue," the stranger laughed. "You must do some good charitable work with that?"
"From time to time she might be taught, MiLord," Jen smiled.
"When you are not being serviced by her, Minxette?"
"You can both help me in your dreams perhaps?" Karen responded with a thin lipped smile.
"We might conspire to help you, if only to save you from yourself."
"If I can be served another drink, I could more easily find salvation," she quipped back, before walking to the bar and demanding a glass filled with ice.
" Such an unquenchable thirst - but what is the ice for?" He asked
"I'm sure that we can come up with something.........Sir?"Minxette giggled.
"Yes, my pet," he answered, leaning on the bar next to Karen.
"Who are you?"Karen demanded.
"Just this licencious lord, you begin to know," he teased again, looking at her soft curves.
"Did I grant you licence? And do I know you? I think not," Lady K shook her head proudly, sucking an ice cube to help clear her head.
"You think not.......and after all that thoughtful banter.......so disappointing," he muttered, yet took each woman on his arm and walked them to a quiet booth in the corner.
"I don't know you, do I?" Karen looked at him pleadingly.
"Perhaps, you do.....perhaps you don't."
"You're a horrible man, Milord," Jen giggled.
"Perhaps I am the most horrible man, since you like it so, pet...but does your friend?."
"Now I'm not so sure about that,Milord,"Jen replied. "Karen, you seem different."
"Up to a point,Jen," Karen hedged.
"Always torn between the watchful tease and the revelation, is she, Jen?" the Count smiled.
"I gather as much," Jenni laughed.
"And confession is always better in a shady nook, rather than in the open forum of a dubious taproom."
"That's true," she agreed, Karen looked away from them, watching life go on around them, taking the tap room activity in and then looking back coyly towards him in the corner.
"Look at you two hurling clever remarks at one another."
"You like that? You could hardly help noticing it, could you?" he laughed.
"I like watching."
"I'd rather watch your sweet and sultry wicknesses."
"Beware, Milord. They can get a little sordid," Jen warned.
"She is permitted so to do, my lovely," he said, bowing towards them both.
"I try to stay out of these word fights," Karen said shyly
"Very wise.....and find fights and flirtations of your own?"
Karen nodded in agreement.
"So shall we fight or flirt?" he smiled, lifting Jen's leg into his lap and divesting her of her shoes.
"You choose."
"Your friend's toes, Milady K are too kissable not to flirt with," he said running a hand across them, tickling her.
"My toes," Jen giggled, trying to tuck her feet up, as he lifted her and carried her from the tap room. Karen watched them, envious, feeling herself struggle between irritation at their exclusive behaviour and trying to suppress bouts of explosive mirth.
"Noooo... not the toes," Jen squealed and her giggles were contagious. Karen followed the pair, laughing with them as Jen was deposited her in a comfortable chaise longue outside in the inn gardens. Jen thanked him with a smile as he poured them both a little more refreshment for them. The orange-red juice looked appealing in the glass, taking away the aftertaste of the bitter wine, making the scene all the more enjoyable as they lay back in the spring sun.
"My pleasure," he bowed, seating himself at their feet and lifting his arm up to stroke Jen's legs through her spring dress. Karen watched him and sipped the wine, her marvellous eyes taking it all in, missing nothing.
"I begin to learn that even the least nuance does not escape you," he gazed up at Karen, the beauty of her features emphasised by the blue sky behind her.
"So, will you finally tell me of you?"
He paused a moment to listen to the waters from the nearby lake and waved a hand to show her the endless parks that formed his domain... And she gasped, beginning to realise now how things were.
"From the mountains in the distance down to the little port town below us. From the face perched above the white collar to the ticklish toes - these are mine and you could share some of both for a while."
"You are generous with your belongings, Milord, or do you seek to inveigle me in, too?"
"Do you always look for a sinister plot behind every action, Milady?"
A swan paddled by sedately and the breeze blew Karen's hair, making him want to stroke the stray strands back into place. She glanced out to the lake, seeing something of interest only to herself, before shaking her head and turning back to him. He reached out to take her hand and she placed her hand in his as he raised his the soft palm to his warm questing lips.
"What do you desire of me, MiLord?"
"The sparkle in your eyes and the charm of your feminity," he smiled."and the quirkiness of your voyeurism."
"I find being watched and watching very erotic," she laughed.
"Well it's certainly different.......should I call the castle servants out with fresh juice then, since Pete has closed the tap room doors."
"Closed already?"Karen looked around, seeing the drunk and the arguing pair disappearing.
"Pete has fishing to do, ......the waterfowl and Jen has duties to attend to, don't you my pet?"
"But, she will still be here, then," Karen said nervously.
"She is always here, my dear. She is my pet after all, though she has duties to attend to so for the moment, so the waterfowl will have to be adequate for your vigilant purposes for the present."
"They're fine."
"Those that you did not devour for your luncheon that is."
"I do not devour water fowl, MiLord."
"You nibble at them tenderly teasing their little yellow beaks with your tongue?"
"Fowl? no," she laughed. "You are confusing me- I had no luncheon."
"Don't laugh too loud, you will spill your juice."
"You need to explain yourself, MiLord?"
"Here you lie in the lap of luxury, Milady K. You require explanations as well as entertainments from this poor swain?
"Mmm," She nodded.
"You'll be wanting to peep into the master bedroom tonight?"
"Oooooh,"she gasped, a little embarassed at the thought. "You would scarcely believe my real desires."
"Perhaps we could install you in a corner round the rutting servants quarters?"
"And why would we do that, MiLord?" Jen interrupted sharply.
"To give our guest varied entertainment, my pet and to see if we can really believe whatever it is the lady's perogative not to reveal at this moment."
Karen frowned and made to stand up and go, feeling as if she were the butt of their humour, the joy and laughter of a few moments before, extinguished.
"You teasing turns to mockery, MiLord,"she said turning toward them both once more. " Please explain what you wish from me?"
"For you to enjoy yourself and gain satisfaction from whatever it is you seek, my lovely," he explained.
"And in your pleasure, perhaps we will find ours,"Minxette added.
"Each subtle twist and turn can bring you pleasure once they are revealed," he concluded.
"I see," Karen responded quietly, "but I do not wish to with the servants."
"Would a gentle spanking convince you and give you appetite for further pleasures?"
"I could be very submissive if I were to find a power to bring out satisfaction."
Would they take you from your present langour?
"Oh yes - perhaps to passionate surrender," she giggled, imagining him lying in the shadows, frightening suitors away with his steely gaze. They would hardly be worthy if hie mere gaze frightened them.
"The prediliction of fruity surrender from a fruity woman, eh Jen?"
"A slave to her palate at least," Minxette added.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Milady K confessed.
"If you are afraid of your palate, are you worthy?" he chided.
"I said that I was a slave to my palate - not afraid. I desire someone who will not be scared away by a look."
"One who will carry you off under his arm? he asked, lifting Minxette up under his own, like a lap dog, as he spoke to demonstrate his prowess. "To lambast and upbraid you in your furtive imaginings?"
Karen shivered as the upended, Jen squealed and was rewarded by an affectionate slap on her elevated rear.
"Do I intimidate you?"
"No, it's perfect."
"Just like you darling," he said looking down at Jen. "And Milady K - should I intimidate you with a parting whipping?"
"Do you feel i need one?"
"I don't think so. Submission is submission to pleasure not pain."
"I understand."
"For a brief moment in time, you understood," Minxette intoned, still upside down in her Master's arms, trying to keep a serious face as she recited a lesson memorised at length. "This touched my soul and for that I will always love you."
He leant forward and touched Karen's forehead with his lips, before turning away from her, swinging Minxette over his shoulder.
Karen watched with mixed emotion as he departed, murmuring to herself: "Why do I feel I will not see you again."
"Oh you will, my lovely, you will," he laughed and Minxette giggled in the distance, their tread echoing in Karen's mind, as they wandered towards the lake.
"You will find accommodation awaiting you at the manor house - our chateau - over yonder hill," he had shouted as they disappeared from view, glancing back at her entrancing shadow in the corners of his psyche as the soft female scream resonated in her own mind. Taking a deep breath, Karen lifted her face to the warm sun. She stood there for a while, but she was drawn to follow them, soon enough, especially after hearing a soft scream and remembered the sound of Jen's excitement.
She climbed to the top of the hill beyond the fence of the tap room gardens. At the crest of the hill, she lay down on the grassy mound and watched as MiLord slid Minxette to the ground, teasing her dress from her shoulders with tongue and teeth. Minxette's hands caressed his back as he opened her up, like the determined advance guard that his hands formed, sliding gently over the firm flesh. Jen let her head tilt back onto the earth, catching her lower lip with her own teeth, as his tongue licked around the aureola of her breast and his hand cupped her sex.
She groaned and gasped for breath as he began rubbing gently, slapping the softer parts of her body gently, like the slap of the lake's waves against the bow of a distant fishing boat. Her whole body shook as his finger reached down behind her sex, to penetrate the entrance to another tight hollow, more protected and more secretive even than the moist groove between her thighs. She hissed a sharp breath as his thumb pressed into her suddenly now, the rapid penetration leaving her gasping, jerking and moaning out. His index finger touched her, teasing and tickling as his thumb pumped in and out of her and her body moved with that devilish thumb that dove into her wetness even as she would have dived into the lake.
P-please," Jen gasped, her body on fire.
"Yes, my sweet? What would you care to sample?"
"Everything......anything," the pet moaned as he leant back and watched her writhe, her face flushed. She licked her now dry lips as he motioned her to unbutton him with a commanding gesture. She sat up, her small hands moving to the buttons of his breeches, undoing them slowly. He knelt over her, his shadow, obscuring her from the sun. She peeked up as him as she slid the breeches open. His breathing slowed as he gazed down lovingly at her.
"Master....May I touch you?"
"You have permission," he responded, his voice, scarcely a whisper as her soft hands reached for his hard throbbing shaft, a toy in her hamds as little fingers gently slide up and down the base, feeling the hardness. He looked down at her kneeling before him, watching her slowly pulling it free, then sliding her whole hand up and down, her thumb slipping over the head slowly. She leant down ever so slow and he watched the accentuating curve of her back as she began to flick the impudent shaft with her tongue, letting her wet laving swirl up and down.
He gazed at the curls of her bobbing head until the sheer pleasure of her hard working lips forced him to close his eyes, just as her mouth wrapped around the tip, slipping it slowly in. He allowed himself to run the palms of his hands down er back to her bottom and back up slowly. She let him slide into her deeper and deeper, her lips moving round the shaft, vibrating softly with her throaty moans.
"Such an accommodating girl, my dear, aren't we?" he said almost gleefully, watching her continue to suck the shaft letting it slide from her mouth until only the bulbous tip was contained. She looked up briefly and then let her eyes lower, her hands resting on his thighs. He smiled down at her, loving thesight that greeted his eyes as she continued to move her mouth up and down in a steady rhythm. The view of her warm lips on his hardness made him throb with desire, a palpitation reflected in the way her fingers opened and closed on his thighs.
The hardness throbbed in her mouth and his hands reached down to cup her bottom, pressing her to her task. She took him ever deeper, stopping, then slowly sliding his shaft in. He watched the sucking cheeks hollowed for his pleasure as she moved her mouth up and down the now wet shaft.
"Would you have the seed in your mouth?" Kathie heard him ask and saw her friend look up, answering with her eyes and continuing to suck.
"You are a greedy little pet," he laughed and moved his thighs with gusto, moaning as she sucked harder, groaning and unable to resist her passion, pasrticularly when she slid her hands around him. Her nails bit into the backs of his thighs and he gasped, his voice taken away by that deep throat engulfing him.
"You are wonderful, my dear," he exhaled."But, it is now your turn"
She smiled around the throbbing shaft, before letting it slip from her her lips, sitting back and looking up at him and falling back among the cushions that servants had left at their disposal. He spread her thighs and lay beween them to kiss her sex, but she giggled and pushed him away.
"MiLord, you will spoil your creature with too much passion," she laughed, clutching a towel, standing and then letting it drop at her feet, before turning, running and diving into the shallow waters of the lake. He watched her swim out, knowing how the cool waters would calm the feverish heat of her body. She waved and then dived back into the water, while Karen sat on the grass, tossing back her head laughing and watching Minxette swimming towards her, observing the man who stood, arms akimbo on the shore in profie at the same time.
Karen watched him look at her friend, pulling herself through the water, glancing over her shoulder at her lord. She looked from one to the other, then closed her eyes and rolled over in the grass. She sat back on her elbows, sliding her legs up, her toes curling in the green grass. Plucking at a blade idly she found herself repeating a little mantra to herself: "If only wishes were dreams yet to be dreamed"
Minxette rose up in the water and glanced up at the pair on the shore: " Mmmmm, MiLord, I sense a dream coming on."
"Have you not come enough for one day, Minxette?"
"I am always watchful for opportunities, Milord and dreams are but wishes yet to come true, " she laughed unashamedly, seeing Milord lift up her friend and carry her down to the blanket dspread by the shore. She might display herself to the world but she would not rival the plot of hardness pressed against a different wetness and the less than sinister squeals of Milady K yielding to the day dreamed into a wish of romance, passion, and love."
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