Gynecocracy

She made Ellen get into the same bed. When she had satisfied herself somewhat, and in the full glare of the lights, she made Ellen have me, while she kept her own hand upon my engine, seeming to derive intense satisfaction from the emotions, the throbs, the convulsions, she occasioned and felt.

At last, exhausted and drowsy, she told Ellen to get out of bed and turn down the lamps and made me sleep between her and her maid.

It must have been nearly eleven when we awoke. I woke first, but, not daring to move, I could only contemplate my two fair tormentors, naked on each side of me, in all the abandon of slumber.

Then Ellen awoke, and pinched and pulled and slapped me. She got up, threw on a dressing gown, and left the room.

"Where is Ellen?" asked Alice, presently awaking, and fondling me.

"She got up about half an hour ago."

"Ring," said Alice; "or stay, Julian, just once before you ring," and she played with me, looked at me in the most ravishing manner, and asked: "Can you once, Julian, can you? You must put this fellow into me-into this wet, burning, insatiable flesh of mine. I must have your flesh."

I had been dosed with champagne the evening before and I was anxious to get up for a certain purpose.

As Alice clung to me I craved a moment's excuse.

"No, I shall not let you," she retorted with charming presumptuousness.

"You must put him in there, whatever happens, at once."

A few moments later there was a knock at the door and Ellen entered with the chocolate.

The windows were opened; we took loose garments and breakfasted.

Afterwards, Alice amused herself by making me try on all sorts of stockings and petticoats, drawers and chemises, and finally deciding on a bizarre, fantastic, but pre-eminently feminine costume, made me dress her as I wore it.

First, I had to bathe her, and then to rub her delicate flesh, as she lay on an eiderdown of crimson silk, all with my hands.

When Lady Alfred was dressed and had gone, the inexorable Ellen came to give me the matutinal beating which I bore as best I could. Afterwards, dressed in plain clothes and in coarser linen than I liked, there were Alice's shoes to clean, her dress to brush, her things to put away, and the thousand-and-one little duties of a maid to perform.

So the ten days passed. And she returned me to Downlands Hall considerably tamed and very much effeminatised.

CHAPTER 8

Mamma

I was driven back in a high dog cart to Downlands Hall, on a fine breezy morning, and there in the approach to the house stood Gertrude Stormont, my mamma, my Vivien, her hair as golden as ever, her form as lithe and supple.

I stopped the cart, jumped out, told the man to drive on to the house, and ran up to my mamma, both hands outstretched. She came to meet me, and clasped them both.

"Julian!" she said, in her low tones, velvety and sweet.

"Oh, Mamma, Mamma," I cried, "at last! Oh, I am so glad! How long have you been here?"

"Only since the day before yesterday. And are you still a boy and as naughty as ever? Come, let us stroll through the woods. We shall get back for lunch at half-past two."

We made our way through the park, till we came to a mossy bank in a sequestered glade. Gertrude threw her parasol down and seated herself.

"Sit beside me and tell me all."

I readily obeyed and caught her in my arms. The violence of my kisses brought a crimson glow to her face; and before I knew what I was about I had slipped my hands up underneath her petticoats.

"Julian, how dare you?" she exclaimed, with entrancing anger, and yet I knew she liked it. "No, no, no; not here."

"Yes, here, now, in the open air. I will commit incest. I will have my mamma, without another word. I will violate and outrage her. I will tell her all in that way."

"Julian," she said, with charming mock severity, "I fear the nettle petticoat, the thistles, the birching, the ride, have all been forgotten. Well, if it must, it shall!" as I continued to tickle her. "How he has grown!" she exclaimed, feeling him. "But I think it is very wrong, and what will Mademoiselle say at your outraging her guest in the green fields in this manner?"

But I only replied by pushing her down, kissing her lips so vehemently as to choke her protests, and removing her garments. I advanced into the interior of the paradise before me.

As soon as she felt the cold air upon her uncovered limbs, the whole situation struck her so forcibly that she was carried away by an excess of voluptuousness, and becoming utterly reckless, twined her limbs about my body.

"Oh, oh, Julian! You bold boy! But I will punish you afterwards. Now, Sir!" — moving up and down-"Oh, oh! Now-tell me all," and she fell still further back. "Oh, you dear boy! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Again!" I cried, a few moments later.

"Lady Alfred's discipline does not seem to have done you much good. I expected home such a demure, such a subdued, such a prudish Julia, and-oh, oh!"

"Oh, Gertrude, my own!"

"You darling boy! You are wicked, though."

And she smiled at me with her love-laden eyes.