My Lady was most tender as we dried ourselves. Despite her earlier complaint of having been exhausted by our coupling she seemed, having taken the bubbling wine, to recover. We had sipped our wine seated facing each other, both naked, in the soft chairs the room provided. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was surprised at her willingness to talk of her private life even though she did not reveal her name to me. Nor did she enquire as to my origins but she did ask how I came to be in Mistress Pickles’ household. I was wary of revealing more than the Mistress would approve and so, circumspectly, I said I had been first employed as an assistant to the Mistress and that, when I reached a suitable age, I was instructed in the ‘Mysteries.’ ‘Tell me about your education in the “Mysteries.” I explained how the Mistress and Miss Jenkins had guided and taught me but omitted that Ataşehir Escort Jenkins and the Mistress had taken me by my postern gate. She arched an eyebrow. ‘That explains Jenkins’ sullenness. I suspect she wants you for herself.’ I was sure, and told her so, that Jenkins held no such hopes. ‘Nonsense, girl. It is clear she coveted you, or perhaps your cherry that I was able to pluck so delightfully! Yes, I suspect that that is the truth. No matter, it is gone now and to a good home.’ Here she laughed at her own small joke and asked if I had ever had the pleasure of an intrusion in any way before. My hesitation must have spoken for me. ‘And have you ever had the pleasure of intruding upon another, Madeleine?’ I assured her I had not. ‘Then the time has come for you to do so. I know from prior experience that all the paraphernalia for such indulgence is to be found,’ here she pointed with an elegant hand, ‘there, in that chest. Pray, Madeleine, bring me the dildo and we will test your manliness together.’ I confess Ataşehir Escort Bayan that this did not distress me. As I have revealed before, Miss Jenkins had used the device as had the Mistress. Now it was to be my turn and I was excited at the prospect although I admit the exertions of the evening had left me somewhat tired. Nonetheless I went as instructed to the chest and withdrew the device from the velvet-lined drawer. It was made of dark, smooth wood I presumed, the forward facing dildo slender and little more than a hand’s length. The inward was of a similar material but had a velvet-covered ridge which rose vertically from its base and the dildo itself was shorter than the outward. I took it to her and she examined it closely and finding it to her liking instructed me to assume a position, bent forwards with my hands on the foot of the bed. It was only then that I noticed the sheets had been changed, for the stain of my blood was no longer there. She licked my cunny and made me wet and then I Escort Ataşehir felt, for the first time the pleasure of the hard little rod entering me. I was a little sore but her gentleness ensured that I suffered no real discomfort. The velvet covered ridge seemed to serve no purpose until My Lady began to tighten the ribbons to fasten it to me. Then, between my open lips, I felt it rest, then tighten against my nub. My Lady expertly tied the ribbons and had me stand. She came close to me and, with her hand caressing the dildo that sprang from my loins she kissed me for the first time. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I felt heady. Her free arm encircled me and held me to her, our breasts squeezing together as we kissed. All the while she stroked that ladyprick as my Mistress called it and I could feel it inside me and on me. ‘Now,’ she whispered, ‘you will roger me. Take your lead from me. I will instruct you as to the manner of your rogering and you will perform precisely as I command.’ She assumed a position similar to that which had held only moments before and told me to stand behind her. She stroked her cunny and inserted her finger. I alternately watched her and looked down with a feeling almost of pride at the projection jutting from my person. ‘Put it in my hand.’ Her open-palmed hand was reaching back between her legs and I placed the dildo into it.