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The Countess
She had left Russia early during the revolution with a fortune in jewels traveling first by motor-car and then by train to Istanbul, Turkey. From there she sailed to Italy and then to America where by some strange quirk of fate i met the Countess during my servitude at the home of Mistress Louise D. In addition to the jewels she brought three slaves: a Russian Duke of some royal lineage, a Jewish German banker, and a beautiful olive skinned young man, a pretty boy actually, who may have been Greek or Turkish. As this narrative begins the boy, is naked and kneeling in her boudoir with his wrists tied to his ankles while i, serving as upstairs maid, kneel cleaning her bath and scrubbing her toilet. She was a very handsome and mature woman of fifty-three years and perhaps the largest i had ever seen. The Countess was half an inch over six-feet tall and weighed no less than one hundred and eighty pounds. i watched with a great curiosity as she removed her dress and gracefully moved around the room in only a black brassiere, a blue satin waist cincher with six long garters, and dark, elegant silk stockings. She wore high stiletto heels and choice to leave a satin hat on her head, a small veil dropped down from the hat over her eyes giving her an air of mystery. Her beauty was breathtaking and neither age nor gravity had betrayed the Countess. She had luscious melon sized breasts that stood proud and firm and her huge derriere and massive thighs were as taunt and tight as those of a schoolgirl. I was fascinated by the fact that her pubic area was shaved smooth giving her an odd youthful countenance. She raised a small leather whip similar to those used on dogs in the kennels and brought it down smartly on the boy’s back and buttocks. She did it again and then again so that in only a few moments he was an angry red from shoulder to thigh and trembling visibly. The Countess poured herself a glass of scotch whiskey, a rare expensive brand called “Old Grouse” and lit a Chesterfield cigarette then placed it in an ebony holder. She walked to a chair facing the boy and sat down. i couldn’t help but notice a glistening between her legs that surely was provoked by the whipping, or the fact that his magnificent member stood high and straight despite the burning his flesh must be suffering. She relaxed for a moment sipped her drink, inhaled deeply from the cigarette. He looked at her the way submissive men look at the powerful women that torment them, that pleading look we all know. She crushed out the Chesterfield and slapped his face very hard. He whimpered and she slapped him again rocking his head back leaving a dark red bruise. Her hands were surprisingly small for a woman of her size and yet the slaps were so powerful that they could have been made by a heavyweight champion. i watched him lower his head and try to kiss her shoe, his muscular little buttocks parted revealing a tiny pink anus, as beautiful and secretive as it could be. i sighed with desire. It would be a pleasure to mount him, or bury my face between his silky smooth cheeks, or suck him to climax. But all this was out of my control. Since my first vision of Louise my libido had become supercharged, almost maniacal. She quickly took control, placed me in chastity and subjected me to nightly milkings that left me weakened and spent. Yet the voluptuousness of “The Studio”, its staff, and its guests kept me randy and aroused. Only the frequent application of a punishment cane kept my urges at bay and beautiful Louise took delight in striping my hindquarters till i whimpered and cried. And now looking at the boys beautifully bruised buttocks i began to understand the dynamics of pain and pleasure. my clit stiffened inside my panties as the Countess cradled his face in her hands and urged him closer. i watched his head bob, fascinated by the spectacle that i could only dream about. Her eyes closed and her hips rose as his tongue danced around the two large outer lips. He moved deeper, boldly licking her, he spread his thighs and arched his back again exposing his little jewel and i was sorely tempted to rush into the room. i was oozing inside my little chastity cage, my nipples felt sore, and that portion of me that Louise had claimed as Her own puckered with desire. She said something in Russia i didn’t understand yet somehow knew its meaning. Her thighs clenched as he began sucking her clitoris. “That’s it darling,” i whispered to him, “it’s no different from a cock, just tinier, lick it now, suck it harder”. He worked furiously, as though he had almost heard my instruction, and I saw an exquisite smile cover her face as he tickled the erect little button. Then she began to quake. Slowly as first, then faster and faster, like the ocean’s tide, ebbing and flowing, and then she trembled squeezing his face between her thighs. When he fell on to his back his face was shiny with her issue and I again was tempted to enter the room and beg her to let me kiss him and enjoy her taste, her excitement. He began stroking his cock, slowly, sensually. The Countess stood up, straddled the boy and lowered two fingers to her crotch separating the wet swollen lips. She smiled and gave a command. He erupted, slippery and wet, just as she released a steamy jet of urine that covered his cock and balls. His orgasm was beautifully violent and I was beside my self with lust. i ran out of the bath and down the hallway not really knowing where i was going or what i would do and suddenly found myself in Mistress Louise’s private office. She was dressed casually in snug riding britches, high boots, and a white silk shirt. Louise held a curved handled punishment cane in Her gloved hand. Was She expecting me? Could She know my excitement? i watched Her nostrils flare and Her bosom heave. Her stiff nipples poked through the delicate fabric betraying Her excitement. “And what is it that you want from Me,” She demanded. i was breathless before Her. i yearned to bury my face between Her legs or the precious cheeks of Her “royal derriere”. “Only that my screams give You some pleasure,” i said. Louise tapped the top of Her desk. i noticed everything had been removed, cleared away as through i had been expected. i knelt on the desk, raised my dress to my waist, and lowered my head over the side so that my buttocks were spread wide and vulnerable. When the Countess heard the eerie sound of my falsetto cries she cuddled the olive skinned boy between her breasts, and kissed him deeply.
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