Gynecocracy

If after a walk in the morning she had made a particularly good lunch and had found some wine to her taste, I was sure afterwards to be told to go to her bedroom.

The first time or so I was bewildered. I had done nothing to displease her and did not know why I should be sent into retirement in disgrace. I feared it was to be whipped. That, however, was not her object.

I heard her short skirts and her quick step rustling along the passage; she opened the door, shut, and locked it.

I was standing foolishly by the window, rather frightened and pale.

"Now, Julian," she said, in a strange excitement, her eyes flashing, her hair loose, her movements quick, as though she were under the influence of intense passion, "now, Julian, strip naked, you are to amuse me-to please-and to fuck me, twice, thrice, as often as I please. Be quick-off with all your clothes, Sir, every stitch of them, and come here!"

She seated herself in an armchair-her skirts above her knees, which had fallen widely apart.

"Get down there instantly, and kiss me, bite me, tickle me with your tongue, until I am contented."

I was soon enveloped, naked, in her garments, and when I had excited her to the highest pitch she sprang up, placed me down upon the sofa roughly, and threw herself upon me.

Putting a cushion under me, she soon forced me far into her burning flesh, and produced, by her delicious violence, the spasm of love.

I never knew at what moment I might be sent to her room. After breakfast, after dinner, after a drive or walk, if she chanced to see a scene, a picture, a book that excited her, off I was packed; but it was always at her whim and pleasure. There was, unfortunately, no reciprocity in the matter; the converse did not hold true, as I discovered to my cost.

One evening when we came in and Beatrice was changing her gown, I was under the influence of the glow of our walk and of her pretty figure, which I had especially noticed; and I felt particularly attracted towards her.

I had taken off her gown and boots-an office she always made me perform and as I gazed at her bare arms and neck in her petticoat bodice, still kneeling at her feet, I placed my hand on her leg under her garments, and, softly pressing it, looked up into her eyes.

"Beatrice," I said tenderly, "please, will you permit me now? Please, will you have me? Oh, I want you so much!"

"The idea!" she cried; and an angry flush at once mounted to her forehead. "The idea! What impudence! What next?"

And without another word she smacked my face until my head sang, and then pulled my ears.

"How dare you suggest such a thing to a lady? Don't you know you must wait until you are asked? If you don't know, you shall learn."

She got up and rang for Sophie.

When that damsel entered the room, Beatrice told her that I had attempted to assault her indecently and had adventured to make improper overtures to her.

Sophie looked very serious indeed and said I must be severely punished for my uncontrollable passion.

"What shall we do?" asked my lady. "If Milady pleases, I have a godemiche."

"A what?" asked Beatrice.

"A little instrument to put here behind," explained the soubrette, touching me as she held me.

"Capital! That will teach him! Do it now, Sophie, before me."

"I will go and get it," she answered.

"How do you like what is in store for you?" asked Beatrice, stately, handsome, and smiling at my predicament.

"Oh, how hard you are to me, Beatrice! How you will disgrace me before you, and by this maid, too!"

"Before you want to put things into me you should consider whether it would be agreeable."

"I did ask."

"Yes, it is not for you to ask. It is for me. A quoi bon etre femme? You are my toy; not I yours."

Sophie returned with a box, which she shew to Beatrice, who, taking it, lifted out a great phallus.

"It is charged," observed Sophie.

I danced about the room.

Sophie came after me. "Come, Sir; come, Milord, I must take down your trousers, you must be complaisant, you must be good-you must suffer! Such impudence to Milady! Oh! You will find how a lady punishes; how she can make you feel here-behind. You like to have this in your jesse-in your what you call bottom. No? Oh, yes, you will! It will do you good ever so. Anyhow, you must!"

Sophie took me by the shoulders to the bed and fastened the affair outside her dress round her waist below her corset, and her gravity and the instrument made between them cut such a ludicrous figure that Beatrice laughed until the tears coursed down her cheeks.

Sophie, with a grim smile, unfastened and took down my trousers and drawers and pushing me down on my face very roughly, inserted her godemiche, whilst Beatrice walked over to the other side of the bed and held me down by the shoulders.