"Perhaps, this will be a special occasion, MiLord," the girl wondered out loud as she knelt down to kiss the palm of his hand in their long accustomed manner.
"Would you advise me how I should dress for Milady's party, please?"
"Dress in the attire I chose for you since you are mine, pet," he replied, pulling her naked form up again to kiss her fondly on the lips. "You will find that new gown that Milady so insisted upon as an accompaniment to that hideously expensive frock of hers, hanging in your wardrobe. "
She scampered over to the cupboard gleefully looking for all the world like a naked fay creature. He resisted the urge to pat her bare bottom as she wriggled past him, for once and she felt a tinge of disappointment..
"Yes, Count," she smiled looking at the lovely garment, shrugging off that momentary feeling in her delight at the expensive acquisition. "Will I find Milady a challenge, today?"
"You will find that Milady watches, sways to the music and......occasionally.....she bites."
The girl thought on this a moment and decided to keep her distance lest she get bitten.
"She only bites when my menagerie get out of control," he smiled. "Usually."
"I can understand that," the girl whispered, looking up at the bat hanging from the chandelier that nearly a year before MiLord had bequeathed to her tender care. She considered herself lucky to only have Bernard. Others had been driven away by ducks, ferrets and the famous house wombat, despite using their sharp daggers to diminish the numbers of the furry multitude.
"I think that Bernard may be consigned to the Belfry tonight, pet."
"If MiLord can have that damned aardvark on his shoulder, then Bernard will make me a fine hairclip," she protested naughtily.
"Very Miramur, pet, very Miramur. We will induct you into basest of couture here in no time at all."
"Yes, I can be very base, MiLord," she giggled, slipping her hand against his thigh, deftly unbuttoning and delivering an almost proprietorial squeeze.
"I shall warm your backside in the ballroom later, if you don't leave my balls room this instant, pet."
"Promises, promises, Master," she snickered. He ignored her misbehaviour and opened her drawers of silk undies. He selected something just a little special for her for that evening and quietly shut the drawer. He turned to watch her sliding the cool silk panties over her hot cheeks and laughed, thinking how this pet of his would tempt the bank manager, so outraged of late at Milady's expenditure.
Even so, he could not help but smile as he watched her just sitting at the dressing table, gazing into the mirror at her exposure. He approached her from behind and laid hands on her shoulders massaging her pliant collar bone. She watched him in the mirror and wondered which perfume to apply.
"Coeur Brulant, oh course pet," he murmured, letting his hand slip onto her exposed cleavage to see how her heart burnt. Her lips parted slightly as he cupped her malleable flesh in his hand, fingers stroking the pert nipple. Her tongue slid slowly over her lower lip as he too looked into the mirror and into those brilliant eyes.
Her pupils met his in the mirror as, with a further gentle squeeze, he withdrew his hand to run his palm up her neck and under the sweep of her hair. She shivered ever so slightly as he fingered her ear lobes gently between finger and thumb. She continued to smile vacantly at him, a smile that became a beam as he inserted a pair of golden earrings, dangling circles of thin gold.
"Thank you MiLord," she purred, admiring the crossed canes of Miramur at their centre, the pink gold with fine peridot stones at the handle. "They are lovely, MiLord."
"Only as lovely as the girl I caress at this moment."
"Yesssss, MiLord," she agreed tartly. "May I now dress?"
"Yes, you may. I shall leave you in peace so to do. I should pay my respects to Milady," he bowed.
"No getting into mischief, MiLord, save something for me."
"You impudent wench," he spluttered.
"You love it MiLord."
"If you steal one more of my lines you will be denied whippings and nookie for the next month."
"Indeed, MiLord."
"Right! that's it! If you were not such a lovable chit......"
"MiLord?" she queried in an innocent whisper.
"Yes, witch?" he grumbled.
"Can I have an advance on next month's whippings and nookie, PLE-ease."
"You wicked little tramp," he laughed as he pulled her over his lap, slammed the door shut with his foot and delivered that which she had been asking for. One can only hazard at how much was delivered, for the thick timbers of the door muffled the loud squealing acclaim of this rather private audience. The metronomic attack on her nether parts soon gave way to oooohing and aaahing of a more explicit kind though. She certainly offered him chinks through her amours that he resolved to penetrate often in the coming 30 days despite his previous resolution.
Later........much later he drew back from her recumbent body, giving her the freedom of her chambers and the opportunity to cleanse her sticky body. He dressed quickly, putting on the slightly disheveled tuxedo, wrinkled by Minxette's earlier efforts to peel it from him. He walked a little unsteadily away from the room down the corridor where, Milady was stepping gingerly across the rather damp, slippery floor of the bathing room.
She had recently enjoyed a tub of water and rose oil. She looked across her chambers to see the house wombat ferreting in an open drawer of silken underwear. It looked up guiltily at her like a naughty boy caught in a jar of candy.
"Cal, you jump in my bath, you steal all the bubbles and now you are at my scanties!" she huffed in an exasperated tone. "If you do not desist, then Olga, my infamous cuisiniere, will be stewing marsupial tonight."
Cal gave her a pained look.
"Wombat stew - I wonder?" Milady laughed. "Would your leg make a succulent roast for supper, pet?"
Cal hopped around the room mimicking the fact that his dancing career would be over.
"I am sure that MiLord could grow you another one - the fields by the Marel are very fertile."
Cal looked doubtful, knowing that even the most comprehending yet mute mammal did not grow new legs on a whim. He could not imagine Milady searching the fields for a replacement and a wombat with a wooden leg would be somewhat unbalanced.
"Oh reflection, perhaps, I am a little hasty," Milady smiled. "Your ability to dance up to the Count and box MiLord's ears might be severely impaired."
She looked out the window, rubbing herself with the thick towel. Cal wondered silently if Milady was slightly touched. Has she finally fallen off the dark edge of the rash spectrum of imagery? Rasher of Cal would not be on the menu tonight. To hook him, he would have to be caught first. Perhaps the island at the centre of the moat would be a great place to stay until the Mistress of Miramur had calmed her esoteric appetites.
He hopped to the doorway not really wanting to be slightly touched by Olga's marinade. She wriggled and he turned to flee. Flinging the door wide open, Cal jumped straight into MiLord, sending him and an antique chair crashing to the floor. The culprit rose up first, looked at MiLord and the broken antique in turn and then swished his tail clumsily into MiLord's face before disappearing in a panic to seek another to provide petting and reassurance.
"Are you all right, MiLord?" Milady guffawed, arms akimbo and tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks at his unsettled expression.
"Will you ever stop terrifying that poor creature, Milady?"
"No, you are always trying to spoil my fun, MiLord," she pouted.
"And you, Milady, spoil my standing with the bank manager," he muttered ruefully looking at the broken ancienne regime ducal chair. She smiled softly, knowing as ever how to swiftly restore his good humour, bending slightly before the drawer that had so attracted Cal's earlier interest. His eyes followed her path appraisingly. She smiled to herself and pulled out cream coloured silk panties, like a magician from a hat, waving them aloft for a moment.
"They will become you well tonight, Milady," he approved watching her rummage for a matching gloves brassiere.
"You will look particularly fine later this night, Milady." he continued, adding soto voce:"Given the cost of the damned things so she should."
He stood, rubbed his shoulder and then reached out to stroke her back with an extended finger, listening as she sucked in a soft breath.
"Count? Is there something special that you would like me to wear? Something to match the earrings you have given your pet? Something easy to slip off?" she laughed bending slightly and sliding the panties up and doing up the front clasp of the bra, before turning to the window and gazing out over her favourite lake.
"A front catch is to my taste, Milady," he smiled, watching her seek out white thigh high stockings. "And the dress we paid a fortune for after the fire caught should suffice."
"Your words are full of catches, Count, " she taunted. "As are your tastes."
"They are," he agreed, watching her sit on the bed, slipping one stocking up her thigh. "And yours are full of teases and taunts.....as are Minxette's of late."
"Invariably MiLord," she laughed, turning and sliding the other stocking up. " She learns well how to manage a Master."
"Quite," he responded, but further words were cut off by the delightful sight of her reflection, so erotic in the glass. He reached up to tighten the black cravat and adjust his tuxedo as she stood and eased herself into the long silk slip dress.
"Well, chosen, Milady," he approved, looking at the light cream garment, slit up the right thigh. She bent over to pull on matching heels and then walked over to the door in response to a discrete taping at the door.
"Ah, Minxette! You look lovely," Milady exclaimed, taking in the thin muslin of the girl's pale green organdy dress. "It really does become you, girl."
"Thank you Milady, your gown is even more exquisite," the girl gushed. "MiLord, there you are - I need your advice since you did not buy me those new shiny pumps that you promised me."
"MiLord," Lady J turned and frowned. "You meany."
"The straps were so fine Milady and the heel was just so," Minxette explained tearfully, moving her hands in discrete gestures.
"No, your burning endeavours have somewhat chastened my liberality," MiLord muttered irritatedly.
"How with MiLord's frugality can I slip on matching heels?" the girl pouted.
"Well, don't slip on them," he leered. "I don't want you breaking your pretty neck, tonight."
"No Count," Minxette frowned
"MiLord, would you have the poor girl go shoeless?" Milady scolded and adjusted the straps of her brassiere slipping them under the straps of her lovely dress.
"No, I suppose not" he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Pet, look in Milady's cupboard and you may find something that I can dance you round the room in."
Minxette looked at milady who nodded approval as the girl scampered between the two principals of Miramur..
"I suppose the girl can still dance, Count," Milady chided him. Even in borrowed heels."
Delving in the cupboard, the girl smiled thinly, thinking of the pumps that she had so desired.
"With gravitas?"
"No MiLord," Milady intervened, "I shall dance with Gravitas, the banker tonight. You, MiLord, have certain fences to erect with the pet.
"As you have with Cal."
"I do not do critters," she reposted icily.
"But you tease them to distraction, Milady"
"Oh yes, Milady," Minxy whispered. "The poor creature took refuge on the island when I asked him to go and assist Olga. What did you say to him?"
"I just teased him a little," Milady blushed, looking from girl to Master and back again, before blushing a deeper crimson.
"So we had heard," MiLord responded dryly.
"From?"
"From within your mischievous and flushed head, Milady."
"I fear that I shall have to spank my pet for your sins," he teased wickedly, reaching down to caress the darling bulb of the girl's pert rear.
"Mmmmmmmm," the girl wriggled under his fondling hand. "But not until next month?"
"Unless you request a further advance, pet."
"Why should you spank her, pray?" Milady responded as laconically as MiLord had been dry. She was trying to ignore the young woman's indiscreet murmurs of pleasure, but could hardly ignore the yelp of excitement that followed the Master's last touch.
"Well, I can hardly touch you, Milady, or is this a special occasion?"
"Perhaps," Milady blushed coyly. Then, startled by another whoop from Minxette, she glared at them both, irritated by their apparently casual fondling.. "Will you two stop canoodling in my boudoir for a moment at least, MiLord?" she demanded, stamping her foot on the thick pile of the carpet, but with such force that the floor still shook a little.
"Perhaps," he laughed, echoing Milady's teasing tone exactly, stumbling as Minxette threw herself into his arms. "Perhaps, there are other pleasures other than fleshly ones to be found in your boudoir?"
"Oh yes?" Milady pursed her lips and frowned. When she saw that the girl clutched a real prize in the hands locked around MiLord, she could not help but join in the merriment. The delighted face, the sweet little cries of delight and the shiny new, pale green thin strapped pumps that matched the girl's dress perfectly, were certainly a wonderful prelude to a special occasion, if that was what this really was.
"And later MiLord will shop for something other than fripperies and compliments.......perhaps, " Milady laughed, unable to resist a little postscript.
"Perhaps," shouted both Master and Pet in perfect unison, frightening the birds from the windowsill. The echo travelled into the chateau kitchens causing Olga to pause in her glutinous stirrings and knife sharpenings. Even poor nervous Cal to stick his great furry face out from behind the thickest tree on his island of refuge, knowing that he had been teased yet again...........perhaps.
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