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Pyrmont, 28 JulyThe next morning, I wake up dozing, and the blissful intoxication of yesterday is still pleasantly present in the background, although my thoughts are not entirely coherent. There was something important. Then I notice you lying next to me, and I am wide awake. At least in my head, my body has other ideas. I have to relieve myself. I freshen up in the bathroom and insert the plug. Wearing the plug, fatigue, and doubt no longer play a role and I am your slave, your slut, your toy.Back in the bedroom, you’re fortunately still asleep, and I slowly pull the sheets away to reveal an impressive morning erection. Not a challenge, but it’s nice to fill my mouth with your shaft and push it against the back of my throat, that opening all yours as well. When your fingers weave into my hair to guide me, I know you are awake, and I look up at you.It’s wonderful to see you enjoying yourself, to know that you appreciate me, even if you are still half drunk with sleep. It’s even better when you let me rub my clit while you enjoy my mouth, until I’m close to orgasm. Before I come, you tell me to get Down. As you put on your preservative, I press my head against the soft mattress and offer my ass and cunt for you to use. Once you fill my cunt, I beg to come, but you make me wait. I wait, holding back as your cock pounds inside me again and again, hitting the right spots each time, causing waves of pleasure to flow through me, vague echoes of yesterday’s heavenly feeling. Less intense but also less passive and therefore more delicious.For a moment, I am afraid that you will not give permission, but I’m allowed. Relieved, I let myself be carried by a few more thrusts before I orgasm. Perhaps just as nice is your seed, which you squirt all over me. Did you come again a little later? I don’t know anymore. While you collapse on the bed, I am absolutely not ready to come back from my submissive rush. You don’t need me to. Kneeling, I may clean your cock with my tongue.-=-I wake up earlier than Milena but keep myself asleep when she stirs. She goes to the bathroom and the sound of gurgling water makes it painfully clear I should also use the toilet. Has she forgotten her assignment? Which wouldn’t surprise me. Smoking morphine has many boons but is a blight on your memory. The assignment I gave her is proof of that, for a previous experience with such surprise wasn’t pleasant.When she returns from the bathroom, my worries turn out to be unfounded, and she carries out her assignment diligently, followed by relaxed sex. Just like when I play the game with other, more experienced partners. Carefree, no pressure to perform. Except for the pressure in my bladder. Later, when we are enjoying breakfast, she raises the tension again.“Why don’t you ever take me anally?” she asks, as I take a sip. I aptly spit my mouth full of spritzer all over the bed. Without blinking an eye, she continues buttering her toast.“Where is that prudish lady I met a few weeks ago?” I ask, using the sheets to wipe the spatters of white wine and fruit juice. We lie naked on the bed, me with my back against the headboard, while she lies prone towards the foot of the bed, facing the tray with our brunch.She looks over her shoulder and laughs with false delight as she watches me wrestle with the remains of my drink. “She’s not as Eryaman Escort squeamish as you are, apparently. I’ve never been that prudish in my unspoken fantasies. But if you want me to act the whore, I must also speak the whore.”“You are apparently an observant student if this results from a few hours of bathing with my staff.”“Sure, but answer my question.”I slide my hand between her butt cheeks until my finger rests on her star. She inhales sharply, her buttocks tighten for a moment, and she closes her eyes. Then she relaxes again. “The plug occupies that spot when I fuck you.” I remove my hand.She sighs, rolls onto her side, and squints at me. “Ha ha. Those are your own rules.”“Our rules,” I say, “the rules of our game.”“Your rules, because you made them up. That I try to abide by them is another thing,” she says. “Don’t you like the Greek game?”“I do,” I say. “Have you any experience with it?”“No, but it appears often in the testimonies and in conversations of your staff. Like something special,” she says, then hesitates, lowering her gaze. “For the customer, anyway.”“Like your husband and his lady.”She frowns, but shuts up and nods. That memory also plays its part in her curiosity, of course.“It is special,” I say, “especially if you’ve never done it before. Is it something you long for?”“I don’t know. It’s not a boundary, I guess,” she says, thinking it over.“For me, it was at first,” I say.She eyes me with piqued curiosity, her introduction to anal sex no longer an issue, not now that mine has come up.I shake my head. “Obviously, I’m not the only party involved, so I can’t share details with you. Although I’ve crossed that boundary with others, as far as you’re concerned, I still think it’s something for a special occasion. It’s a form of defloration, after all.”“Slightly less painful, I would hope,” she says. Playfully, she stretches and shifts so we lie face to face. “Without naming names, how many noblemen and women did you share the bed with as a bohemian?”“Fewer than you think. As said, they were affairs best avoided.”“Perhaps.” She lays against me, using my chest as her pillow. “I just wondered if they fell for you playing the cello or the other game you love so much.”“Artists often have an edge, no matter what other game they play. But I learned to play our game during my time in the army.”I hear her chuckle while the tips of her fingers roam my belly. “The army plays sadistic games like that?”“I won’t deny that military men have a reputation for commanding and obeying, but there is little sex involved. The rules of the game as we play it, I learnt from a mistress whose name does not matter.”The stroking of my belly stops. She turns around and looks at me, leaning on her hands. “The name may not matter, the rest does. Tell me.”At your orders, Commander. I get up and sit with crossed legs. “In the army, I was a courier and, because of my background, suited to deliver messages between high-ranking figures. I knew how to behave myself at court, so to speak.”“Not yet a jester, then.”“No, that of a well-behaved conscripted petty officer. I was a strange case. As a conscript, I couldn’t be an officer, as someone of lower nobility I couldn’t be a common soldier. I ended up as an errand boy: second lieutenant of the diplomatic Sincan Escort corps.”A smile plays on her lips. “You traded in your cello for a uniform to woo the ladies.”“Not so much. Many uniforms more impressive than mine walked around in Prussia in those days. It wasn’t a terrible job, though. The army in peacetime is a tragically dull affair. At least I could travel freely with the mail I delivered.”“From beautiful troubadour to brave herald.” She laughs at the idea. The picture of me in uniform obviously pleases her. Or it’s the idea of ordering me around.I offer her a wry smile. “I suppose so. It wasn’t the reason I attracted the attention of a noble lady. Let’s call her Louisa for convenience.” Wilhelmina Frederica Louisa Charlotte Marianne of Orange-Nassau is such a mouthful, and it is not up to me to reveal her secrets. But the important role she played in my life is hard to deny. “Louisa fell into disgrace because she lost her heart to her chamberlain instead of her unfaithful husband. This resulted in a scandal and an ugly divorce. However, a sizeable inheritance enabled her to retain her independence and her chamberlain.”“I wonder where you fit into that story. She seems happy with her lover.”“And at least thirty years my senior. But Louisa and I had common interests. Her own family disowned her, but her in-laws wanted to rekindle the ties after several years. However, she was not interested. Now that she tasted her freedom, the corset of court life was not worth restoring her reputation. She did, however, maintain the correspondence, always with the request to have the confidential letters delivered by me.”“What did you have in common?”“A love of the fine arts, travelling. An aversion to protocol. She had a great interest in architecture, inspiring mine. We were both rejected by our closest relatives, for reasons similar, as we found out during a frank conversation.“Louise was a consummate practitioner of our sensual games. Whereas my experience was limited to child’s play, she practised it all her life. With her current partner, of course, but also with a group of friends who did not abandon her after her divorce. Once in a while, she organised a feast for her confidants. The kind of party which other circles would label a perverse bacchanal.”“Seriously?” Milena’s face tensed. “She played the game with others present? With you there?” The decision not to involve others in our game yet seems the right one, though her painting suggests otherwise.“A boundary as well, madame?” Like a waiter, I write it down on an imaginary notepad. She sits up straight, knocks it out of my hands, and bites her lower lip thoughtfully.“It seems terrifying,” she says. Not a no then, but a scene to introduce with caution.“Some play with more partners because being desired by many excites them.”She hesitates, but nods. Can she see herself enjoying or does she accept this reasoning for others? “For most, it’s being part of a group that shares unusual appetites without being condemned for it,” I say.“Maybe. It tickles my fancy, but for now, I have enough on my plate with you alone. Later, perhaps. At least after this story. It wasn’t a problem for Louisa, I gather?”“During these parties, Louisa rarely took part in the festivities. As a host, Etlik Escort you’re responsible for the well-being of your guests. She enjoyed the game in a more intimate setting, with me, her husband, and a close friend of hers, for example. Anyway, playing the game necessitates rules of conduct, no matter how licentious the party is. Agreements and etiquette that also applied to Louisa’s own relationship. The outside world forced her to be strong and independent. With her lover, she didn’t have to. This requires clear agreements. The game and daily reality do not mesh in most circumstances. But also within the game itself, like the grace words. Together with a close friend of hers, she taught me a lot, both sides of the coin. For a master, nothing is as instructive as playing a slave.”“You played their slave?” Again that slightly too enthusiastic smile.Does she enjoy the notion of me submitting, or is she enticed by the role of mistress?“Sometimes. The roles changed from time to time. In the end, the role of master suited me best. And it stayed that way.”.“And now? Do you still see them?”I sigh. Breaking with ‘Louisa’ and Johan was painful, although time softened the harsh reproaches back and forth. “He died ten years ago. Louisa is now in her seventies. I visit her once a year and our contact cooled. She knew my father and blamed me for the part I played in his death. Although she understands it, my callousness was a shock to her. Especially the way I abused the rules of the game to seduce my half-sister. The game which Louisa and her friend taught me.”Milena nods. “She must have felt responsible for what you did. Especially if she was friends with your father.”“That, but there were also issues on which we strongly disagreed. She was always into the Lord and his pastors. After the death of her beloved, religion took an increasingly important role in her life. I understand why, but I find it difficult to cope with. I owe much more to her than the game. Her knowledge of art and architecture, her network of fellow perverts that took me in as one of theirs. She was an example to me.”With a wry smile, Milena runs a hand through my hair and kisses my cheek. “I think she still is. If her identity didn’t have to remain a secret, I would like to meet her. She seems like someone with lots to learn from.”“When I speak to her, I’ll suggest it,” I lie with confidence, as I doubt ‘Louisa’ will appreciate my affair with Milena.It’s early in the afternoon when we can finally free ourselves from the bed. Milena goes to the small villa to write some more letters and to pack her luggage. I have to take care of some remaining issues before our departure tomorrow morning.My first appointment is with Yvette, who proudly shows me the sealed cabin trunk in which she packed the clothes for Milena, or rather Lara. She thinks she has outdone herself, but when I want to admire the result, she expressly forbids me to do so.While Milena is packing in the guesthouse, I take the trunk to her cell and disregard Yvette’s prohibition. She has indeed worked her magic as far as I can judge, but I adjust the wardrobe and add some accessories. Together with the trunk and a simple evening meal, I leave a note for Milena. Hopefully, all the steps we took will converge tonight.-=-Dear Milena,Yvette did the best she could for Lara. Make your choice from what is offered. At eight o’clock I will arrive in my bedroom to admire the result.I am looking forward to it.x D.I may choose my own clothes, very funny. When I enter my cell to fetch my painting gear and toiletry items, I find the gigantic cabin trunk with the note attached. It’s more like a mobile wardrobe.
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