Gynecocracy

"Yes, yes-oh, yes! Oh, I did not mean-not seriously-any resistance! Oh, Mademoiselle, I will do anything you wish!"

She gave me a final and cruel squeeze of the globes, hurting me fearfully.

"Remember!" she said, sternly. "Now go," she bade me, trembling all over and half doubled up, "and unstrap Lady Alfred. It is your turn now, Miss."

"You won't flog me again?"

"Wait and see!" cried Mademoiselle, enjoying my discomfiture, and delighting in tantalising me.

I unstrapped Lady Alfred.

No sooner had she arisen than she tottered over to a chair.

"Take her some wine, Julia."

I obeyed.

"Make him strip, Mademoiselle, to his chemise," said Lady Alfred.

Again I felt all the colour fly from my face.

But Mademoiselle nodded, and with a sigh I undressed. The chemise covered me.

"I must have him, Mademoiselle."

"Very well."

Lady Alfred led me to the bench and fixed me down on my back. She drew down my arms and strapped my wrists together behind me and underneath it. Then she fixed my ankles in the same mode and drew up my chemise to my throat; displaying my nakedness in a shocking manner.

"What a splendid one it is!" she remarked to Mademoiselle. "What full testicles! We really must find a tight glove for it!" And she lifted her leg across me and inserted me into her hot, fiery organ. "There, now I have the devil in hell!" And she lay down upon me, her burning breath playing about my lips which were parched by her scorching mouth.

The strap round my waist, although not tight, prevented my moving and so also did my posture; but Lady Alfred was not hampered in this manner and she pounded me vigorously, sucking the life out of my affair which was closely bitten and held by her vulva over which she appeared to possess as much control as over her lips.

Her arms enveloped me, her tongue was in my mouth, her weight oppressed me, my implement was lost to sight, up to the hilt, in her plump body. She gazed amorously into my eyes.

"Now, Julian," she said, "as soon as you like!"

Mademoiselle could not refrain from twisting and moving in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her presence filled me with shame.

In the glass behind I could see my own legs twisted down and fastened below the bench and Lady Alfred's bottom oppressing me.

Various reminiscences flashed through my mind. I recollected the boudoir-the flogging I had just witnessed.

I felt the seminal receptacles fill, and a preliminary thrill shot all over me; and then with a gasp came the convulsion.

I sank back; and Lady Alfred, delighted, sank upon me.

I recovered.

"Now, Julia, again!"

"Oh, I can't!"

"You must! Remember the petticoat! You must be tamed!"

The reference to the petticoat stimulated me.

I clenched my teeth. Lady Alfred aided me vigorously.

In a few moments, the prolongation of which appeared to give her intense satisfaction, a second spasm was produced.

Still Lady Alfred did not rise.

"Won't that do, Alice?" asked Mademoiselle, who I suppose found the temptation too much.

Alice! How I thrilled at the feminine name! "No, it won't!" she returned. "He must do it again or be birched until he does. If he comes to Ridlington Court with me I will keep him always naked and he shall live between my legs. Besides, I determined to exhaust his impudence. I have the origin of it in my possession now and I will teach him to taunt me with my sex! I will teach him who really rules. I will make him understand, and admit, and feel that man is but woman's slave, soul, passions, and all that he possesses."

"I really can't-I should like to-but I feel already exhausted-empty!"

"Have you another birch there, Mademoiselle?"

My being underneath her made it much harder work for me, but the reference to the birch made me show I would really try though it should be my death.

Alice, seeing this, put her hand underneath Mons. Priapus, underneath his bag, upon the thick muscle that runs between the legs. She squeezed and rubbed it vigorously.

"I shall put a stiff hairbrush under you, if you give me any trouble," she informed me rising on her elbow but still holding my diminished organ inside her.

"A very good idea," cried Mademoiselle. "Here is one!"

Those moist, curved, cherry-coloured lips, the little head, with its closely cropped hair, the laughing, sparkling eyes, the tones, and the touch, and the embrace, all affected me very deliciously.

Alice must have been an expert in metaphysics. The suggestion of the brush thrilled me through and through and caused a growth which quickly delighted her. But she knew that the imagination would affect me more than the reality, which, by setting up a counter irritation, might possibly have altogether defeated her wishes.

She declined the brush, as she looked steadily at me; and I was glad, for her clemency had its due effect.

She replaced her arms about me, and renewed the pressure of her dear form, though really the muscles of my generative organs ached.

Then she talked of the birch, and Mademoiselle wriggled in her chair whilst she flashed glances at me.