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The Baronessa's Charge Ch. 1

By: mitchell67



Chapter the First: In which our protagonist begins to accustom herself to the villa's ways

The early sun shone through the tall French windows and brightened the whole room with its dark paneling, catching her still asleep. She blinked her eyes in response to this Adriatic sunshine and struggled to hoist herself up on her elbows. This was the first clear look she had of her appointed bedchamber since she had been conducted there the previous evening by simple candlelight. After she was shown where she would be sleeping, she was instructed to undress and was handed a light cotton shift to put on. Only now in the daylight was she able to appreciate the quality of the nightgown. She scanned the room and saw a dressing table up against the wall opposite the foot of her four-poster bed. In the corner was an odd looking stool she didn't recognize. The window treatment was a rich brocade tied back with tassels to large bronze medallions. She pushed back the linens and draped her legs over the edge of the four-poster bed. She shuffled directly to the windows and saw that there was a large balcony, but she chose to not open the French doors. Through the glass panes, she saw a large, ornate garden bounded by high brick walls outside of which extended pastures and orchards as far as the horizon. 

She gazed out and thought about her journey to this place. Her Master had arranged the whole affair after much research and effort. He had saved to send her here and even though she wanted to help pay, He insisted that it come from him exclusively. When He announced the date, she was both eager and anxious. She had never traveled so far alone. She had never even heard of Montenegro until he showed it to her in the atlas. There were many spectacular properties available to informed buyers since the dissolution of greater Yugoslavia, some of which had been built during the time of Venetian control of the Adriatic in centuries past. An enterprising Italian businesswoman with a well deserved reputation for her skills had purchased an old villa near the seacoast and its surrounding estate and had begun the difficult task of restoring it to function as a training school for submissive women. He had kissed her just yesterday when He dropped her off at the airport and held her extra tightly before wishing her bon voyage and reiterated that he would soon join her in due time.

That seemed as long ago in time as in space now. She kept telling herself that her Master knew what He was doing, that His well laid plans were now up to her to complete. She felt, of course, an obligation to her Master but also to herself. She wanted to learn more about her psyche and innermost desires and she believed strongly that she would be able to accomplish such goals away from the standards and routines of her native country in this foreign setting. This journey would become one of discovery and she intended to discover all that was inside her. 

A movement in the garden caught her eye suddenly. She saw two men tending to the plants. They both seemed young and strong. Feeling a bit too naked in her shift, she took one step back, aware that the strong natural light while warming was also revealing. Just then the large door to room opened with a creak on its massive hinges. In walked boldly a tall brunette, her hair held up in a tight bun, wearing a long velvet gown, which dragged along ground, high at the neck with buttons running down the middle until the slit opened at just below her crotch. Closely behind her floated an Asian woman with long braided hair in a light blue uniform and a frilly white apron, carrying a small handbag. As the brunette strutted forward, her heels clicked audibly on the waxed parquet flooring. She carried her head stiffly upright and announced in a stern yet refined voice.

"Good morning. I see you are admiring our gardens and grounds."

She stood and faced her room's newest arrivals, but she didn't respond.

"I am glad that you were informed of our number one rule here for all acolytes: strict silence unless permission to speak is otherwise granted. I must apologize for not greeting you upon your arrival last night. You can be assured that I was severely punished for my transgression, for not performing as your Master should expect of me for his compensation to this establishment."

She listened to the words and hung on the reference to her 'Master'. It struck her as odd that for the first time somebody else would acknowledge Him as such. She quickly understood that this woman must be the Italian woman, a former baronessa, who He had mentioned would be her tutor. She was somewhat in awe of her beauty and her direct, confident nature.

"I believe that we ought to begin as soon as possible so that you might reach your fullest potential when you Master eventually arrives. Would you come and sit here?" She pulled out the chair from the dressing table and motioned her to approach. "Miss Kim will attend to your toilette while I inform you of the rules and the course of your instruction for the following days." She approached the other two. "Raise your arms." As she did the Asian woman lifted off her shift in swift and fluid motion. "Now you may sit."

She sat down bare assed on the backless chair and looked straight ahead into the tablemirror, pointedly aware of her nakedness yet unwilling to show her discomfort. She knew to keep her back perfectly erect. Behind her Miss Kim pulled out a comb and began running it through her hair. She watched the reflection of all three of them to see the baronessa overlooking the operation with an attentive eye and the Asian woman working intently. 

"Most of the rules here will become self-evident in time, so I will not waste our time with all the details. Besides, some lessons are best learned the hard way. All of your actions here will be directed for you. You will not wander the grounds unattended. When you are left alone, you will be chained and bound. All your clothing will be selected for you and you will take proper care of it. You nightgown is only for sleeping in. When you arise each morning, you will immediately remove it and fold it and place it at the foot of the bed. Miss Kim here will arrive and tend to your morning ritual. Am I making myself clear?" her voice punctuated her question. She nodded her head in agreement. "Oh, that reminds me. Miss Kim, the earrings, please."

Miss Kim pulled from out of her handbag a small cloth which she handed to the baronessa. She watched in the mirror as the baronessa opened the cloth and produced a set of silver earrings which she held in front of her face and jingled them. They produced a pleasant, angelic lilt. The baronessa then stood behind her and hooked them through her pierced lobes. Their weight pulled noticeably at her flesh. "From now on, you will wear these earrings on the estate at all times. They are for our benefit to help us when you do need to respond to our questions." She looked at the mirror and admired how the dangly silver pieces hung low and accentuated her swanlike neck. "You must be made aware; however," continued the baronessa, "that if their sound is heard from your careless, immoderate movements, then you will be punished. Punishments will be delivered nightly, although we might choose other opportunities for difficult acolytes. Is this clear?"

She nodded her head and felt the ringing resonate through her flesh and echo off the wood paneling, as Miss Kim started to divide her hair for braids.

"While you are here, you will be given a new name to protect your anonymity with the other acolytes and visitors." She had not thought much about others and she wasn't aware that there might be visitors. Miss Kim began twisting her hair into elaborate braids and attaching them with little jeweled clips. "Tell me. Is there a name your Master calls you by?"

She hesitated but then realized she was being asked to speak. Uncertain how her voice might sound after not speaking for so long, she wavered, "He calls me, Kulum." Just after the words had left her lips, she recognized the error in her response, but too late.

"That bit of disrespect will be noted during tonight's session. Here I am referred to as Baronessa. " The baronessa dug her nail into the flesh on her neck to stress the point. She did not dare flinch under the pain. The baronessa wrinkled her face as she pondered. "A Turcophile?….. interesting." She began pacing, her heels ticking off her mental activity. "Hmmmm….. Antalya." She pronounced it expertly. "Yes, I believe it suits you well. You will respond to that name from now on, will you not?" She rested her hand lightly on her neck again.

"Yes, Baronessa." The baronessa unexpectedly caressed Antalya's shoulder and it seemed that she briefly appeared to smile in the her mirror's reflection which Antalya kept her gaze fixed to. Miss Kim rested her arms at her side and stepped back. Antalya's hair had been swept up in a tangle of fine braids, tied and woven into themselves, without a strand on her neck or shoulders. 

"Very well done, Miss Kim. It's just as we thought it would look. Now may I have the tape?" Miss Kim fished into her bag and pulled out a tape measure and handed it to the baronessa. "Stand up, Antalya." She stood up as the baronessa kicked away the chair. "Raise your arms out to the side." Antalya stood in front of the dressing table and held her arms at right angles. The baronessa stood directly behind, her breasts behind the satin cloth rubbing Antalya's bare back, and wrapped the tape around her waist. Miss Kim wrote down the measurements as the baroness barked them out: waist, hips, bust, bust to hips, shoulders, neck, and on. When the baronessa had finished, she wrapped up the tape measure and Miss Kim folded her notepad. The baronessa smiled inwardly and spoke.

"Miss Kim, do you see how long this hair has grown." She tugged at Antalya's underarm growth since she had not dared to let her arms fall until she had been allowed. Antalya felt abashed as she was normally vigilant about keeping herself hairfree. "It looks like she has not used a razor in at least 4 weeks. Even down here…." As she said this, the baronessa reached around from behind and placed her right hand on top of Antalya's pubic mound and wriggled a finger between her labia. Antalya held her composure even though she wanted to moan aloud when she felt the baronessa's finger find her sweet spot. Miss Kim giggled. "Good. It's just what we were hoping to find."

Now some things began to make sense to Antalya. She had always kept her body shaved meticulously smooth ever since she realized her Master's preference. Yet a month prior, He told her to stop her shaving routine without any explanation. She, of course, obeyed without question. Was this just his plan just to embarrass her in front of the baronessa? It was on a quiet Sunday when he casually lifted his head from the crossword puzzle and spoke to her as she leaned over the kitchen sink. So casually, she thought nothing of the request, but now she understood just how well his plans were proceeding. She would not believe her Master interested in asking her merely for the amusement of strangers, but she understood that if it were his pleasure, then she would willingly bear the laughter at her expense. The baronessa interrupted her recollection.

"Miss Kim, I am certain you agree that we cannot have this unkempt appearance spoiling the beauty of the villa. We shall conduct her to the salon where you may continue your fine work." The baronessa spun Antalya around by her shoulders and taking her chin in her hand spoke directly at her. "After you are deemed suitable, you shall be given the appropriate attire for your stay." The baronessa grazed her cheek as she let her hand drop to her side. She then tapped out on her heels and out the chamber door with Miss Kim close behind and Antalya anxiously trying to keep in step without allowing her earrings to make a sound.

The Baronessa's Charge Ch. 2



Chapter the Second: In which our protagonist overcomes a long held inhibition

Antalya scurried in her barefeet out the door of her bedchamber and across the terrazzo of the ancient villa. She found that by holding her head upright and her shoulders back and walking on the balls of her feet, she could move quickly along without letting her earrings betray her and her nervousness. The overall effect of this gait caused her to throw her chest forward dramatically. Antalya felt as though she was beginning to fulfill a role at this school. She thought back to how she had felt when she first began developing in the seventh grade. Her chest was the object of stares from her peers and even a few teachers. She would wear bulky sweatshirts to try to hide her plump mounds and avoided the beach as much as possible. Sports were out of the question. Even her girlfriends avoided her. It wasn't until she went away to college where she could start anew that she was able to enjoy the attention her breasts and the rest of her body garnered. Yet even when her master praised her, she recalled the awkwardness of being a young girl. She was determined to rid herself finally of that reluctance and to understand how he looked at her and what he saw.

Even though she could not move her head much she scanned the hall ahead as they marched forward. It was clear that the villa had been run down, but she could see that efforts were being made to repair the intricate plaster work. She couldn't see any electric lighting anywhere since most illumination was natural, coming through the open transoms above the many doors to the many rooms which lined the corridor. Up ahead, the baronessa turned the brass handle to a massive paneled door into which she and Miss Kim promptly entered. Antalya turned and entered closely behind them just as one earring rang out slightly. The baronessa's boot clicking stopped immediately.

"We heard that…..now please, place yourself on the table."

Antalya quickly scanned the room with her eyes, keeping her neck fixed. She saw an actor's dressing table against one wall with brass sconces around it, a very large marble sink, and in the middle in front of a bay window, an examination table. She approached it and stepped on the low stool, turned on one foot and sat gently on the edge. She lay back slowly until her head rested on the built-in pillow. Miss Kim busied herself first by pulling up a low wheeled cart between the examination table and the window and then pivoted the table parallel with the window which was letting in the warmest glow from the Mediterranean sun. She then lifted Antlya's arms and began spreading on a sticky paste.

"Your good master expressed his preference for depilation. Here at the villa we have found this to be the most effective means of producing the desired effect. In fact, Miss Kim has been waxing me for several years now and I am proud to say that I am nearly hairless through her expertly trained hands." Antalya felt Miss Kim press and then stroke a cloth under her arm. With a quick, unexpected tug, the hair from her underarm was ripped out. The result was a flawless complexion in moments; whereas, she would have had to spend several minutes in the shower every morning, hoping that she did not miss any strands.

"Excellent, Miss Kim.", commented the baronessa overlooking the entire operation. Miss Kim then pressed a pedal at the table's base and spun it around. She repeated the procedure with the same precision to Antalya's unkempt right underarm. Without missing a beat, the table was again rotated and Antalya was spun with her crotch directly in the sunlight. Miss Kim opened her legs, pushed them up, and positioned her heels in stainless steel supports. "Now, where it matters the most," remarked the baronessa.

Antalya resisted tensing up even though she was fully exposed. The underarms were not as painful as she was led to believe based on the horror stories her girlfriends had told her about waxing, but this was her labia. She closed eyes because of the bright sunlight striking her face. She kept telling herself that it would be worth the effort as Miss Kim applied the sticky paste. She recalled her Master's sacrifice to send her here when Miss Kim began rubbing the cloth against the area. She imagined the reaction her Master would have after seeing what she was willing to go through to please him and how his mouth would feel against the pink, flawlessly smooth skin, just when she realized that Miss Kim and the baronessa, herself, were pulling her nether flesh taut with their hands and then Miss Kim pulled back the cloth abruptly. Antalya sucked in a breath through her flared nostrils. "Excellent, my dear. You are doing well." It was the first really encouraging remark the baronessa had expressed and it filled Antalya with pride and encouragement. Miss Kim continued applying the mixture; their hands would pull taut the delicate folds of tissue and with each successive tug the procedure went forward. 

Antalya started to enjoy not just her own stamina but also the attention she was receiving from this beautification process. She thought back to when her Master convinced her to get her nails professionally done. She resisted too long, thinking that it was a waste of money to pay for what she could do herself. Finally, he had purchased her six visits to a new manicurist in town. When she arrived home after the first manicure, He praised the sexy red sheen. She did enjoy the look inwardly. It was like watching another woman's hand travel over His body as she slid her fingers through his chest hair. She even fantasized that another woman was stroking him with her bright red nails clasping his rigid shaft while she held open her mouth, ready to receive his fresh ejaculate. Yet she was embarrassed to share this erotic vision with Him. She started to appreciate the whole ritual the manicurist developed with her: the soaking, the buffing, the massaging, all before the polish color was even chosen. The manicurist was an attractive woman, who had just graduated from cosmetology school. Antalya was amazed how she would look intently at her as she updated her on the latest gossip, while she continued to rub her hands with lotion, feeling the digits without looking at them. Yet after another visit, he showed less interest in the color choice. He complained the particular shade did not suit her well. That night she was determined to go out of her way to satisfy him. She asked him to lie back in bed on the pillows she had propped up and she kneeled next to him and worked her newly polished finger nails into the folds of her labia, hiding them and making a show of the action as she built herself up to an orgasm while he watched intently. She thought of her fingers like brightly colored toys, capable of enhancing their sex play. One day while they were making love during the afternoon, she watched her brightly manicured hands spread her ass for him as she looked back at herself in the mirror he had positioned for her viewing benefit. She imagined another woman's hands spreading her buttocks, enabling him to easily penetrate her quaking sphincter. She dug the nails into her flesh as she reached her orgasm and credited the other woman for knowing just what she wanted at that moment of ecstasy. Still feeling the effects of their afternoon pleasures, when they made love again later that evening, she drew upon her secret female lover as she watched herself stroke and cup her own breasts, riding her Master's mantool as he lay back stretched out with his strong hands manipulating her fleshy hips. She imagined that other woman with her painted finger nails inching up behind her and that it was she who was massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples just the way she likes it. She even tried to imagine her breath against the back of her neck. And when she reached down behind her to fondle her Master's testicles and feel his shaft whenever she rose up, she imagined another hand sharing their pleasure. And even though this fantasy had aroused her immensely, she resisted divulging any of these sensations to her Master. She just let him think that it was only the two of them in their bed that night.

The procedure completed, Miss Kim began rubbing an aloe lotion over the tender flesh. "Miss Kim has rendered you a beautiful service." Antalya opened her eyes to see the baronessa standing directly in front of her, casting a welcome shadow across her face. She was smiling broadly. When she gazed down, she saw Miss Kim holding a mirror up for her. The effect was stunning. Even the hard to reach hairs around her anus had been plucked cleanly. All that remained was a small triangle pointing appropriately to her clitoral hood, which she thought was oddly engorged. Antalya smiled inwardly as she imagined her Master seeing her spread for him. She even imagined Him looking at her newly waxed pussy with its twin opposite her own. She looked furtively and caught the baronessa admiring her newly discovered flesh. "Beautiful," she muttered breathily. 

Miss Kim then went over to the sink and began filling it. The baronessa still casting her shadow began explaining, "The villa's plumbing unfortunately is quite antiquated, but we manage how we can." She took Antalya's hand and helped her sit up. Miss Kim was adding soap to the sink and then wetted a hand mitt. Antalya was led before the sink and Miss Kim started washing her down in deliberate strokes, scrubbing in particular, the areas she had just waxed. This was the first time she had had a chance to clean up since she left the states. "Lean over the sink," instructed the baronessa. Antalya placed her hands against the marble surface. Miss Kim took a bucket dipped in the sink and poured a stream of soapy water along her back and between her ass cheeks. She continued to scrub her skin and to wash between the legs and then lifted her feet alternately to finish washing every bit of her surface. She then took the bucket and filled it from the tap and rinsed her with clear, relaxing, warm water. Antalya with her head held down watched between her legs as the water flowed into a floor drain. The baronessa unfolded a towel and led Antalya back into the sunlight. She raised her arms as the baronessa rubbed her dry. Antalya enjoyed the attention as she stood there, basking in the sun's rays warming and drying her flesh.

The baronessa asked casually, "Do you need to use the potty before breakfast?" Antalya felt relief that the subject had been finally breached.

"Yes, Baronessa," she replied. Miss Kim brought out a second bucket and set it behind her. 

"Squat," she instructed. Antalya took a deep breath and attempted to lower herself awkwardly. The baronessa held out both her hands and Antalya took them in hers. When she felt the edge of the bucket dent her ass, she relaxed and the stream began to flow. "You will find a potty under your bed for your regular use. It will be emptied every morning. The dry bidet is there for you to use afterwards." Antalya resigned herself to this mild indignity. Yet she was doing what she had never thought she could do. On many occasions when she and her Master were out hiking and enjoying nature, she would insist that they immediately leave for her to use a flush toilet. He would get angry that she could not squat to pee outdoors. She hated to make him angry but she couldn't imagine any other way to relieve herself. She knew of women who could pee standing. She had even heard of female urinals, but it all sounded so strange. From now on walks with her Master, there would no longer be interruptions for such a basic act. Finally she had overcome her reluctance. The baronessa helped her stand up and directed her to the sink where Antalya used the hand mitt and washed her genitals. Miss Kim placed a lid on the pee bucket and walked out of the room. 

"Now, let's be on our way. Our meal will be waiting for us." Antalya with her newly waxed and washed body followed the baronessa, realizing that she was indeed hungry. 



The Baronessa's Charge Ch. 3



Antalya raced to keep up with the baronessa with a much more confident step. She understood now how to hold her head up and straight, throwing her shoulders back with a regal air. Strutting naked through the corridor reminded her of the summer of her freshman college year. Her boyfriend at the time had driven them to secluded beach along Lake Michigan. After a time splashing around, he dared her to take off her top. She hesitated, scanning the horizon for onlookers, but the she accepted the challenge. Feeling more comfortable in the warm midday sun, she in turn challenged him to take off his trunks. In a flash, he tossed them aside on the shoreline. She found herself almost staring at his member as it bobbed freely while they played in the shallow water. He reckoned that his true size was somewhat diminished due to the effects of the waves and the coastal breeze. But this was the first live naked man she had ever been allowed to look at and she was liking it more than she could have thought. 

He was certainly no Adonis, she thought. Yet the natural ease in which he played with her and the way he laughed when he looked at her and splashed her erect nipples gave her the confidence to make her boldest move. She stood still in front of him and when he paused and was watching intently, she undid the ties to her bikini bottoms. He smiled broadly at her sudden boldness. Returning him a playful grin, she walked up the beach to where they had left their towels. She lay down first and without a word he followed behind her. The sun was like a soothing drug, raising her temperature and urging her forward. She lay on her back and as her boyfriend positioned himself over her and started kissing. She encircled her arms around his waist and entwined her legs with his. His drenched hair dripped down his face and across hers and pooled in her eyes. The lake water slipped into their mouths and she tasted all the fluids mixed by their thirsty tongues and it trickled down her throat.

That afternoon Antalya learned something about herself and about male anatomy. Water and cool breezes are not at all useful for maintaining a man's erection. But luckily for her, this boyfriend was a practicing gentleman. His fervent kisses began shifting lower along her own responsive torso until his mouth centered on her engorged vulva. He worked his whole mouth across and up her labia, letting his tongue explore the folds, leaving no crevice untouched. Finally he settled into rhythm she picked up on. She held her eyes tightly closed as she was bathed in the sun that, by the time her orgasm caught up with her, was drying and kissing her erect nipples. That sensation and pleasant memory came back to her in an unexpected flash as the baronessa led her the imposing doorway into the walled garden. The same sun that had warmed exposed breasts along the lakefront so long ago now rediscovered her nakedness.

The view she now beheld was much more intense that she had enjoyed from her bedchamber's balcony window. In the center of the walled garden ran a narrow watercourse, which bisected the space and babbled quietly at its end in a circular basin. The baronessa's heels clicked along the bricked pathaways, which felt surprisingly smooth under Antalya's extended feet. As the women approached the pool, Antalya saw a table set for two under an attached umbrella blocking the strong midday sun's rays.

"Please sit," the baronessa offered indicating the chair nearer the water. Antalya pulled the chair up underneath her, keeping her head held upright and sat down lightly, feeling proud to have accomplished the task in strict silence. "Allow me to pour," the baronessa intoned, raising the teapot. Antalya scanned the tale and pushed her teacup and saucer forward across the linen. The baronessa frowned and set the teapot back down. "Your master did say you had much to learn with regards to table manners. I should learn to expect such from Americans." She rehoisted the teapot, "Now lift your cup by the saucer and hold it forward, Antalya."

Antalya picked up the saucer and extended her arm. "Please forgive me, Baronessa," she pleaded lowering her eyes slightly, hearing the admonishment ring in her ears. The baronessa poured out a serving.

"Would you care for milk?" offered the baronessa. Antalya concentrated on holding the teacup steady as the fresh milk mixed into the hot liquid. Antalya carefully reset the teacup down in the exact spot she had first picked it up from. Rather than make any more mistakes, Antalya chose to sit briefly and watch the baronessa's own table manners. She watched the baronessa after unfolding her napkin and laying it across her lap, pull a slice of grilled bread and set it on her plate, and then take a spoon and scooped one of the jams and ladled a large dollop onto her plate. The baronessa then lifted up her teacup by the saucer and raised it towards Anatlya, breaking her concentration, "Would you serve me, please?"

Antalya gently turned the teapot, lifted it by the handle and tipped towards the baronessa. The hot liquid splashed into the cup and pooled in the saucer. Antalya nervously set the teapot back down. The baronessa looked at her directly with her teacup still in hand. Antalya began to panic when she glanced at her own setting. "Would you care for some milk, Baronessa?" she quickly lifted the milk pourer.

"Yes, I would." The baronessa watched her pour out the milk, then set her teacup by her side, and stirred it with a teaspoon. Setting the teaspoon on the edge of her saucer, she looked into Antalya's timid eyes, "You will quickly learn that all things have a purpose and it behooves us to understand that we might benefit ourselves and pleases those around us…. Now let me explain some lessons which your Master hinted that you were lacking in." The baronessa proceeded to itemize to Antalya the basics she would need to get along at the villa. Antalya listened but her mind lazily wandered as the baronessa explained what her Master had attempted to teach her so many times in the past. The water babbled next to her chair as she though back to the number of squabbles when her Master chastised her for reaching across and using her fork in her right hand. He had given up trying to teach her to use her fork and knife in the way they are laid on the table. The baronessa explained the reasoning as she spread her bread with the jam. The words were hers in the present but Antalya thought back to how many times He sat exasperated watching her load food into her mouth and use the side of her fork to hack away at her meal. She could see the shortness with her but she always thought that the sex that she gave him would make up for any of her annoying habits. He hated whenever He learned of her trips to the drivethru windows and eating a quick bite in her car. She thought that by hiding the evidence, he would not find out and she could fool him. He himself was not above cooking for them. Whenever He worked in the kitchen, He would pull out all the stops, and she would tell him how wonderful it all was. He would ask for opinions on the wine, or her thoughts on the meal, the flavors, spices, or the preparation and she would simply nod in agreement, afraid to share her perceptions or to ask questions lest she show her ignorance about wines or her limited taste in cuisine. She agreed with him as she thought a good submissive should, shaking her head mechanically whenever she was asked to share her thoughts.

"Antalya, are't you going to begin eating?" scolded the baronessa, jarring Antalya's daze. The baronessa crunched loudly into her tartine. Antalya began repeating the steps she had witnessed perform. She reached across and pulled a slice of grilled bread, spread it with some apricot preserves, then held it before her mouth and inhaled. The yeasty aroma mingled apricot perfume caught her off guard. Holding her head stiffly erect, she brought it to her mouth and bit down. Chewing slowly and deliberately, she was struck by the amount of flavor in the apricots. Their delicate richness filled her mouth. She lifted her teacup and sipped. The heat of the liquid trickled down her throat and seemed to spread its warmth right through her. As they sat together eating, Antalya started to take in the setting. There were lemon trees in large terracotta urns placed at strategic intersections. She was amazed at how large and how many lemons such small trees could hold. So fertile in fact that the trees were in bloom even as they bore fruit. She scanned the walls and noticed that there were some grape vines trained along wires, their leaves just beginning to unfold. She squinted to see what other plants there were, when the baronessa prodded her:

"Do you enjoy our garden?"

"Yes, it is very…. full."

"Hmmm…," wondered the baronessa, "Perhaps we ought to go on a tour? How would you like that?"

"Yes, please, Baronessa." Antalya's face beamed, thinking about spending time with the baronessa.

"Very well. We shall first finish our meal." She focused in on Antalya, then licking her index finger, she leaned forward and wiped off a bit of jam that had landed on Antalya's breast. She placed the finger in her mouth and sucked off the sweet stain. Antalya had been watching the whole movement with awe and the graceful ease in which it was carried out. She tried her best not to stare, so she finished her meal and drank down her tea. When the baronessa saw this, she intoned, smiling, "So let us begin?"

Both women lifted their napkins from their laps and set them down on their plates. The baronessa plucked a parasol from the ground near her chair, opened it and handed it to Antalya.

"The sun can be quite strong and we need to take precautions. We shall walk close together."

"Yes, Baronessa."

They both rose and the baronessa began to recount the garden's finer points with Antalya following close behind, parasol in hand, casting a single shadow over them. As they strolled, they moved so tightly together that the baronessa did not need to speak very loud as her face was up close to Antalya's. As she pointed out a detail or they turned in unison, they would sometimes touch inadvertently. As the baronessa talked she would pluck sprigs for Antalya to touch, smell, sample. There was such a variety of flowers, herbs, and plants that Antalya's head began to tire as the baronessa rattled on the names in Latin, Italian, and in English whenever she knew them. She gave the account of the garden's restoration, her future plans and some discoveries they made while digging in the soil. They went outside the walled garden and walked over more of the estate. She explained that the villa was originally self-sustaining, producing all the food necessities for the residents and guests. There were stables here, some greenhouses there, and a dairy and many other connected buildings in various states of repair and dilapidation. It felt like they had been walking for hours when she directed them down a footpath towards a large clump of trees in the middle of a pasture. As they approached, Antalya saw that there was a blanket spread out on the grass and a picnic basket with pillows.

The baronessa whispered slyly to Antalya, "It pays to plan ahead." Antalya was relieved when she was finally able to sit down. The baronessa sat down with her legs spread out, propping one elbow on a pillow. Antalya sat down carefully lowering herself to face the baronessa with basket between them. Antalya kept her legs tucked up tightly under her ass. They enjoyed a simple lunch containing more flavors than Antlya thought existed. Between them they split a bottle of prosecco and under the influence of the Italian bubbles, the baronessa and Antalya got to know each other. They both drank and laughed freely in this special circumstance until both had their heads pressing on the pillows. They eventually drifted to sleep and relished a lazy afternoon nap.

Antalya awoke when she felt a chill affect her and saw the sun already low on the horizon. She glanced over and saw that the baronessa was lying awake looking back at her. She became slightly insecure from the attention and sat up and stretched. The baronessa followed her lead and stood up. The two women gathered the items and carried them back to the villa. By the time they entered the walled garden, the sun was nearly set. They placed the items left over from their picnic lunch inside the main door of the villa. The baronessa went to a table in the darkened entryway and found a candlestick and lit it. And then she led down the corridor to her bedchamber. Over the din of the baronessa's heels, Antalya could detect the presence of others in the same closed rooms she had passed that morning. She could see candlelight flickering through the transoms and the faint sounds of voices murmuring and in languages she did not recognize. When the baronessa came to her door, Antalya stepped forward and opened it. The baronessa walked through and Antalya closed the door behind them. She saw glistening on the dressing table a silver platter on which were placed two small glasses. The baronessa set the candlestick down and lifted the platter toward Antalya.

"This is the local liqueur. It will help you sleep." Antalya accepted her glass, then the baronessa lifted hers and set the tray down. "To your stay here," she toasted, hoisting and clinking her glass with Antalya's. They simultaneously placed the glasses to their lips and imbibed the essence. Antalya enjoyed the herbal concoction immensely and they exchanged smiles as they swallowed, but just then Antalya caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of a leather whip lying on the dressing table. She shifted her gaze to the baronessa who slyly twisted her head to where Antlya had been looking. She then took their glasses and placed them back on the platter and picked up the short whip, then looked directly into Antalya's eyes. The baronessa reached her hands up to both sides of Antalya's face and lifted out the tingling earrings and rested them on the dressing table. "Walk over near the window," she spoke in a somber tone. Antalya obediently stepped across the floor until she stood a few paces away from the window. "That is close enough," instructed the baronessa. She walked up behind Antalya and touched a hand to her shoulder. She whispered, "Lean forward and grasp the curtain tie back." Antalya tilted forward and with both hands grabbed onto a bronze medallion that had caught her eye earlier in the day. As she did, her breasts swung out and her Achilles tendons were drawn tight, stretching her shapely calves. The baronessa stroked Antalya's upturned buttocks briefly and Antalya held in her breath while her hand remained in contact.

"Cominciamo," declared the baronessa. Antalya held her eyes tightly closed and prepared to receive her strapping. The baronesa raised the whip and planted it squarely onto Antalya's plump ass. "Uno." Antalya clenched her teeth and started to fee the blood rush to and the warmth permeate her buttocks. "Due,…tre,…quattro,…" Antalya's arms nearly gave out from the fulfillment that started to sweep up through her taut spine. She refused to weep. She would only weep aloud in her Master's presence. "Dodici,…tredici,…quattordici,…" She thought about Him, how he would cradle her so tenderly after spanking her repeatedly and assuredly and she would sob until his chest was damp with her tears. He then would stroke her hair as she drifted off to sleep, her wrists and ankles still securely tied with his knots. Now she must bear her blows without that comforting afterglow she could always count on before. "Ventotto,…ventinove,…e trenta!" The last strike came down the swiftest across her already enflamed buttocks. Antalya breathed in once deeply. The baronessa walked closer to the window and touching lightly on the nape of her neck whispered, "You may stand now."

Antalya pulled herself upright and rotated to stand face to face with the baronessa, noticing the fine sheen of sweat that glistened on her brow in the faint candlelight. She held back an urge to throw her arms around the baronessa's neck, but she knew better. "Thank you, Baronessa," she said meekly.

The baronessa produced a slight, noble smile then turned and picked up the candlestick. She held aloft while Antalya stepped to the foot of the bed and slid her nightgown over her weary body. She then climbed slowly under the blankets and leaned on one arm until the baronessa exited and as she did, she whispered, "Buona notte, Signora." In the dark, Antalya laid her ear on the pillow and fell asleep hoping to dream about the day's events.



The Baronessa's Charge Ch. 4



Antalya awoke with her head face down in her pillow and turned her eyes to the brilliance of the morning sun. She felt more accustomed to this bed now that she had spent two nights there and already looked forward to the new day in this foreign country. She sat up pushing aside the bed sheets and rotated her body to let her legs hang over the mattress' edge. She was quickly reminded of the whip welts received the previous night. She stepped down to the parquet flooring and walked over in front of her dressing table and lifted her nightgown above her head. She folded it and turned to place it on the foot of the bed as she had been instructed. With her backside directed to the table mirror, she craned over her shoulder and saw for the first time the parallel traces across her buttocks. 

She ran her fingers along the slight ridges and admired her stamina from the baronessa's training. They looked worse than they felt at this point, she thought. She wished her Master had been there when she received them, watching her accept each crack of the whip as she strove to improve. She closed her eyes and imagined Him sitting back at the head of the four-poster bed while she stood hands outstretched with the baronessa delivering each of her well placed blows. Although she had fought hard to hold back her tears that night, feeling that to do so would have been indecorous, she now wished that she had cried aloud to give the baronessa ample pretext to whip her more and with less restraint. Her delightful dreamstate was suddenly interrupted by a rapping on her chamber door. Shortly then it creaked open wide.

"Buon giorno, Antalya", the baronessa broke the morning calm, strutting in boldly. She was carrying a large parcel in front of her and Miss Kim trailed behind and closed the door on its large hinges with a click. "Very nice", commented the baronessa, noticing the welts on Antalya's ass. Antalya stood there unflinching as both women looked her up and down. She no longer felt so naked with her new body ornamentation highlighted in the morning sunshine. While Miss Kim had on the same simple light-blue uniform as before, the baronessa arrived wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved, white blouse covered by a dark green felt vest and a long flowing skirt with narrow pleats the hem of which grazed the buckles of her freshly polished boots. She wore a black bowler with her hair tied up and tucked underneath. Miss Kim walked to the dressing table and set down her bag. Antalya stepped over and sat down delicately on the stool before the dressing table Shortly Miss Kim began the toilette routine. While Miss Kim braided and combed, Antalya sat stiffly erect and stared ahead, but she was watching secretly the reflection of the baronessa opening the parcel she had laid on the bed. Using a fingernail, she split the box down a seam and opened it. She pulled out what Antalya recognized as a corset but like none she had ever seen before.

She of course knew corsets; she owned a few, herself. She had bought several through mailorder from some popular catalogues. She liked wearing them for her Master both at home and under her clothing whenever they went out on the town. She enjoyed it when she stood naked in front of Him so she could be zipped into one of her newest outfits. Over time, however, they both grew disappointed with them. The seams would fray or the elastic would stretch so that the tightness she so relished would instead hang loosely over her curves and begin to look cheap and tattered. Yes, she did indeed know corsets; she had a lingerie drawer full of them that she could no longer wear.

The baronessa held the corset out in front of her and then flipped it around to appreciate the lacing. "Meraviglioso", she muttered. She turned abruptly to look at Antalya who quickly averted her gaze. Miss Kim directed Antalya to rise and began powdering her torso with a feather puff. A fine cloud of powder was spotlit by the narrow band of sunlight streaming through the room and warming the wooden flooring Antalya stood on in her bare feet. The baronessa piped up, "Antalya, let us help you try on your new ensemble." She positioned Antalya to face one of the sturdy corner posts supporting the bed's embroidered canopy. "Now lean forward and grasp the wood with both hands." Antalya raised her arms up high and stretched forward, which caused her breasts to swing out and her shapely ass to jut out. The position seemed similar to the previous night's. The baronessa sidled up behind her, the pleats of her skirt tickling Antalya's tense calves. The baronessa leaned further forward and draped the corset on her back and began attaching the busc closure from the top. The baronessa's knuckles bumped up against Antalya's breasts as she clipped the first into place. Antalya lowered her eyelids when she felt that brief moment of contact. She listened as each clasp snapped into place and even more intently when the baronessa started telling her about the corset she was enveloping her with. As she began cinching up the laces, she explained that Antalya's measurements had been telephoned to Milan where a corsetmaker was waiting to work through the evening. Expedited into the country by speedboat before dawn, it had only arrived moments earlier at the villa by bicycle courier. She explained that the same corsetmaker had made her first corset, one that she eventually outgrew, or better said, grew beyond its limitations.

The baronessa now began pulling tightly on the lacing, squeezing and modifying the acolyte's abdomen. She tied off the cords and wrapped them once around Antalya's waist and made a big bowknot at the back. "Let us see you now", the baronessa suggested. Antalya dropped her arms to her sides and positioned herself in front of the mirror and turned slowly around. Her breasts draped over the upper edge of the corset and compressed the bottom of her ribcage. The boning formed a liquid line along her waist and hugged fast over her hips. The baronessa stood behind her and looked at the reflection of Antalya's eyes in the mirror. She then grasped onto her tightly clad hips as if to test the corset's fit. She then mentioned smiling at their shared reflected image, "There is just final touch to complete your new ensemble." She then took out of the same box a narrow leather band. Antalya watched her reflection as the baronessa buckled it around her neck. In front were attached two metallic D-rings held in place by a riveted leather strip. The collar sat high and snug on her neck, emphasizing its swanlike gracefulness. "Now your ensemble is complete." She turned to Miss Kim, "I don't think this one has need of her earrings today so long as she keeps on her toes." Miss Kim gathered her things and opened the chamber door. The baronessa leaned forward a bit and whispered, "Walk ahead, please. I wish to watch you move." She then patted Antalya's exposed behind. Antalya proceeded to strut through the doorway. Her new corset constricted her breathing yet embraced her. She felt like a living statue with baronessa's eyes held attentively on her. And although absent from her costume, she still imagined the dangly earrings hold her head straight and level. She marched ahead with the baronessa a few paces behind and Miss Kim closed the door tight.

The three of them proceeded down the silent corridor and out to the walled garden. Outside Antalya was surprised to see two beautiful women standing side by side in the garden near the breakfast table, apparently waiting for them to arrive. The baronessa immediately walked straight up to the women and in unison they curtsied and each kissed one of her outstretched hands. Both women had long hair tied up in high set ponytails. One was a blonde; the other, a redhead. As Antalya approached them, she took notice of their clothing. They wore matching black leather corsets, which lifted their breasts and ended above their hips and were accented with silver buckles. They had on black boots too, which covered the calves and were laced and tied at the top. Antalya further noticed that unlike herself, these women were entirely smooth below. The baronessa pulled Antalya up next to her and proclaimed, "I want to introduce you to Hippolyta and Palfrea. They were some of my first guests at the villa." She pointed out the redhead and the blonde respectively.

Antalya held her open palm out to them, "A pleasure to meet both of you." Yet neither lady returned the gesture and instead they curtsied and bowed slightly. Antalya imagined that they must not be at ease speaking English, but she felt a little strange standing with her arm outstretched. She let it drop.

The baronessa attempted to smooth the situation over, "Please do not take offense, carina. These two are very well behaved." The baronessa smiled broadly to put the awkwardness to rest. Antalya was quickly pacified by the gesture. The baronessa then announced with a flourish to the gathered women, "Today I would like the four of us to spend the day at the seaside. I think the sooner we are on our way, the more we can enjoy ourselves there." Miss Kim walked up and handed Antalya a large basket and the baronessa led the group out of the walled garden and toward the stables that Antalya had visited the previous day. On the pathway there Antalya recognized ahead of the group one of the gardeners whom she had seen on her first day from her bedchamber window. He was wearing a groom's attire and approached the baronessa when he caught sight of her. She announced audibly, "I want you to bring out the trap and hitch up the team." Antalya then watched as the gardener whistled and both Palfrea and Hippolyta trotted up to him and waited side by side outside the stable doors. He then pulled up a two-wheeled buggy and set down the forward shafts around the assembled pair. He then re-entered the stables and returned with a double harness and other tack. He rested the harness on their haunches, belted it securely, and pinned it to shafts. He then placed silver, studded bridles over their heads, having them bits down onto hard rubber rods, which kept their mouths ajar and forced them to bare their teeth. To these bridles were attached long reins and he draped them over the footboard. Antalya stood in awe while these women allowed themselves to be treated willingly as trained horses, but she could not help but appreciate the spectacle as the baronessa instructed her to load the basket on the back of the trap. The gardener helped them in turn to mount aboard. He lastly handed Antalya a parasol and the baronessa, the reins and a long whip.

Stepping back, he waved them off after the baronessa clicked her tongue and flicked the tip of the whip on Hippolyta's smooth, white rump. The richly appointed trap pulled away with a start, yet it settled into steady motion as the ladies found their rhythm in a canter. Antalya swayed easily on the sprung seat while she watched the ladies' buttocks flex and bounce and listened to their heels clop against the well beaten pathway. She felt regal in a setting that seemed to belong in a previous century. She settled back and looked at the gleam in the baronessa's eye each time she flicked the whip to goad on the two ladies and to build up some momentum as they began straining to pull the trap up the first hill. The baronessa shouted and whistled and kept tapping the whip against their asses, first one, then the other. When they reached the top of the hill, the baronessa eased up on the tempo and pulled short on the reins to stop the ladies under the shade of a large tree rooted on the shoulder of the pathway. Antalya looked back behind and saw the villa's grounds in the distance. Even further ahead she could see the Adriatic dominating the horizon.

"We need to let them rest a bit after that steep grade", explained the baronessa. "We'll wait here, but it will give us a chance to add a finishing touch to our team…and Antalya, I want you to have the honor." The baronessa pulled a rectangular case out from underneath their seat and set it on her lap. Antalya watched with curiosity as she opened it. Her eyes widened when she saw it contained two black anal plugs. The baronessa lifted up one and Antalya saw there was a long mane of hair attached to the flared ends. One plug was blonde; the other, red. "I hope I don't need to instruct you how these work", said the baronessa.

Antalya shook her head, "Oh no, Baronessa." Antalya stepped down and accepted the anal plugs in her hands. They made her think of a night game her Master once wanted to try with her. He arrived home one evening and told her to lift her skirt. He was very satisfied to see that she was without panties. He explained that He had made something for them to experiment with. Her mind was twisting trying to predict what He had in store. During dinner she prodded Him about what He was planning. He was thrilled to know that she was actively thinking, but He reassured her that it was nothing to make her worry. Afterwards they were sitting together on the couch when she couldn't hold her curiosity back any longer. She pounced on his lap and demanded to learn his secret. He went to his workbag and produced a customized, stainless steel butt plug that He had fashioned for her. It was highly polished and featured an elongated flared base that would fit snugly deep between her buttocks. It also had a prominent loop on the flared end. She turned it over in her hands and imagined it penetrating and resting inside her rectum. He asked her whether she was ready. She nodded readily. He went to the kitchen and came back with a pitcher of hot tap water. He placed the plug in the water and showed a new tube of K-Y jelly. She got up and placed her knees on the edge of the couch, lifting her skirt up and onto her back. In a calming voice, He talked her through the process. He lubricated first the warmed stainless steel plug and then the opening of her winking sphincter. She felt the blunt edge of the steel press up against her opening and she relaxed the round muscles. He pushed it through and she concentrated intently. Then with a relieving plop, her anus collapsed around the recess and the plug was set. She felt it settle inside her. She sensed its weight and fullness nestle into her most private spot. Her stroked her legs, admiring the tight fit. The attached ring was an idea He had to add weights progressively in order to condition her body and to increase its capacity to magnify their pleasure. He repeatedly praised her patience with this latest challenge to her flesh. Soon however, she felt a panic build up inside her. She worried about it getting stuck in her and her muscles felt as though they were cramping. She felt anxious and the pressure began to build up in her tensed anus. Try as he might to calm her trepidation, she insisted that He remove it from her. She expelled it easily with a steady pull. She then curled up in a tight mass on His lap. He squeezed her lovingly and attempted to calm her nerves. She buried her face and promised Him that she would try again later, but He never reattempted that pleasure after that night. Yet now, she realized, the roles were reversed.

She first took the red-haired anal plug and stood next to Hippolyta, who remained motionless, keeping her gaze focused in the distance, carefully avoiding eye contact. Both ladies had a fine sheen of sweat over their bodies from their exertion. In spite of being healthy and fit for the task, they were breathing deeply through flared nostrils to catch their breath. Antalya paused for a moment to consider how to ease the anal plug into Hippolyta's ass. She could not just shove it in. That would be cruel. An idea came to her. She gathered a mass of saliva in her mouth and bent forward, letting it drip from her lips and land in the cleft of Hippolyta's ass. It oozed down between, mixing with some of the sweat that had pooled there. Hippolyta, sensing a cue, reached behind and grasped her buttocks to spread and rub them together in order to work the fluid down deeper. Antalya then inserted the blunt end of the anal plug into her own mouth and thoroughly moistened it. She then transferred it to Hippolyta's ready opening. Working together with Hippolyta stretching and relaxing her anus and Antalya pressing steadily against the puckered entrance, they managed to slide it in effortlessly and without discomfort. The anal plug settled snugly in and the lock of hair hung elegantly out behind her. "Good girl", said Antalya, patting her rump reassuringly and then walked in front of the pair to perform the same procedure on the willing and eager Palfrea.

With the ladies properly adorned in their chivalric pieces, Antalya remounted the trap and settled back next to the baronessa, who expressed her approval, "Very inventive of you… But you should know that I had some lubrication here if you needed it." Antalya smiled inwardly but did not say a word. The baronessa shouted out and whipped the ladies' hindquarters to spur them forward. The road to the seaside took them down a gradual descent and the ladies clopped along easily. This time even more than on the first leg of the journey, Antalya enjoyed watching them march in synch. Their long legs strutted so elegantly. Their tails wagged and stood high, bouncing from side to side. She could not help but marvel at the spectacle and their discipline. The baronessa playfully tapped the whip on their haunches and they would let out a slight squeal, which caused both passengers to giggle. They trotted along a distance until Antalya caught a faint smell of the sea. The steady rhythm of the wheels on the hardened pathway lulled her into a pleasant calm and she began to wish the trail would not end so soon. But eventually the baronessa pulled back on the reins, halting the trap on a grassy patch next to the pebbly shoreline. Antalya reluctantly dismounted. The baronessa stepped down and confidently uncoupled the ladies from the harness and slipped the bridles off their heads. As Antalya offloaded the cargo, she watched Hippolyta and Palfrea untie each other's boots and run off with their tails proudly carried behind them into the shallow water to splash each other, cooling down their tired bodies. Their day at the beach had begun, thought Antalya.



The Baronessa's Charge Ch. 5



Antalya gazed over the watery horizon. They had arrived in a protected cove with just a narrow strip of beach bordered by steep rugged cliffs. A short distance from where they stopped Antalya caught sight of a low wooden platform with a showerhead in its center. She followed the baronessa across the sand to a domed canopy that was securely staked to the ground. While the ladies frisked and splashed in the waves, she helped the baronessa spread out the blankets and settled under the beach canopy. 

The baronessa slipped the vest off her shoulders, then turned to Antalya, requesting, "Would you help me out of these clothes? I feel so overdressed now. I wanted us to come to the sea to enjoy nature." Antalya smoothing out the blankets and propping up the pillows looked up at her standing beneath the canopy. Antalya lifted herself on her knees and inched across until she was at the baronessa's side. She began undoing the buttons on the side of her skirt and then the zipper. She pulled it down to her ankles when the baronessa stepped out of it, balancing herself on Antalya's shoulder. After gently folding the skirt and setting it aside, she turned to begin unlacing the boots. The polish was so glossy that she could see her hands working down the baronessa's calves. She undid the buckles and then eased her feet out. Antalya then untied the stockings and rolled them down to her ankles and pulled them off. The baronessa broke the silence, "You look good on your knees." 

Antalya did not let the pride she felt show on her face. The baronessa's toenails were elegantly painted and she wore the most delicate rings on several toes. The baronessa's blouse had long tails that nearly covered all her firm thighs. Antalya kept her eyes from wandering as she untwisted first one, then the other French cuff link, unfolded the cuffs, and then she reattached the cuff links into the buttonholes. Antalya repositioned her knees until she was directly in front of the baronessa, facing her belly. She started unbuttoning from the bottom of the blouse, attempting to keep the front panels together lest she be distracted by the sight of the baronessa's flesh. She then stood to continue undressing her. When she reached the last button of her collar, turning her head aside, she gingerly slid the blouse back off her shoulders. Anatlya avoided staring and maintained her head turned away from the baronessa's body and began folding up her blouse and then laid it with the rest of her clothing. Yet the glimpse of the baronessa's form would not escape her. All that remained on her torso was a simple white linen corset, which appeared small to Antalya. It held in her middle and gracefully accentuated her curves. Her breasts were global and compact and yet draped beautifully. The baronessa spoke out, "I'll keep this on" pointing to her waistnipper. "I'd feel too naked without it."

Antalya responded without knowing why, "Yes, Baronessa." The baronessa stepped past her and stretched out on a blanket, propping herself up on her elbow with her back to the canopy. Antalya turned and kneeled facing the baronessa with the basket between them. As best she could, she tried not to stare at the baronessa's sinuous pose. But she failed. Her eyes ligered on the baronessa's sex. She saw how Miss Kim had groomed her, leaving only the narrowest, wispy strip of pubic hair. The baronessa jarred her thinking.

"Antalya, go call in the ladies so that they can be fed." Antalya snapped her eyes to the baronessa's.

"Yes, Baronessa." She rose and exited the canopy and walked into the bright sunlight. Adjusting her eyes, she scanned the beach, looking for Hippolyta and Palfrea. She saw them in the distance running alongside each other. She waved her arms above her head and they started to gallop in her direction. They paused at the shower platform and took turns rinsing the salt water from their muscular legs. After they had finished, they ambled up to Antalya and she motioned them inside. With four of them under the canopy, the baronessa instructed Antalya to sit against the back of the canopy with her and positioned Hippolyta in front of her. She had Palfrea kneel in front of herself.

"This is the part I like best. We get to feed them." The baronessa opened up the basket and took out a container and set it on top. "Do like I do and that one will be very happy", she said pointing to Hippolyta. The baronessa plucked out an asparagus spear and pointed to Palfrea's lips. Palfrea craned her neck forward and nibbled then munched down along the length of the spear until her lips pulled the remaining stub from the baronessa's fingers. She then repeated the same gesture with a tender spring carrot.

Antalya reached in and pulled out a leaf of Belgian endive. She noticed it was covered in a light vinaigrette. She felt a little hungry herself but she put the leaf to Hippolyta's lips, who then chewed it with gusto. This feeding went on for a time. Antalya fed roasted parsnips, baby beets, leaves of radicchio and romaine, blanched cardoons, even some vegetables she did not recognize and one which smelled like anise. The pretty Hippolyta chewed and swallowed them all and would lick Antalya's fingers clean of the excess vinegar and oil, sometimes, it seemed, kissing her fingertips in an effort to savor the tastiness. The baronessa then pulled out two chilled bottled waters and handed them to Antalya.

"Would you open these?" Antalya flipped back the bottle tops and handed one back to her. They both put the bottles to the ladies' lips and slowly the water trickle down their throats. "You need to be careful she doesn't drink too fast." Antalya tipped the bottle forward a little too much and let Hippolyta swallow her mouthful and catch her breath. Both ladies seemed to be insatiable. As Antalya watched Hippolyta eat up everything put in front of her, she felt her own stomach rumble. It seemed so innocent to take just one bite, so she crunched off the tip of a green bean and fed the evidence to Hippolyta. Hearing her bite down, the baronessa's eyes fell on Antalya from a sideward glance but she didn't say anything. Antalya knew she was caught but she kept on feeding as if nothing had transpired. 

Eventually both ladies seemed to have had their fill. Hippolyta started licking Antalya's fingers clean more than eating what was offered. The baronessa seemed to come to the same conclusion. "These two have had about all they need to eat", she said letting the grateful Palfrea lick the last trace from her fingertips. She patted Palfrea's chin and stroked her temples. Antalya heard her say something to the ladies in what she thought might be Italian. They both sat up on their knees and bowed the heads to each of them. They then crawled about and settled down together near the opening of the canopy, sinking their feet into the warm sand but laying their faces in the restful shade of the canopy. Hippolyta nestled into Palfrea's comforting arms spoon fashion and they closed their eyes to win a well earned rest before they would be asked to transport the baronessa back to the villa.

The baronessa and Antalya then dined in turn on their meal. The baronessa first had to go to the trouble to explain how to pull the flesh off the artichoke petals with her bottom teeth. They shared some of the local wine and ripped off pieces of bread from a shared loaf, which they spread with a soft goat cheese. The baronessa then showed the fresh figs from the villa grounds she had risen early that morning to pick. She then pointedly asked Antalya whether she enjoyed the flavors of ripe figs.

"I have never eaten fresh figs, Baronessa." The baronessa then split one open down a vertical seam with her fingernails and handed it over to her. Antalya tentatively licked the insides; then she smelled its aroma. Its outer skin was dry and leathery, yet on the inside it was soft and wet. She scooped some of the middle out with her tongue but even after probing and jabbing at it with her tongue held hard, she only got little bit of the tender flesh.

"Antalya, take the whole fruit into your mouth. It is all meant to be savored and enjoyed." Antalya opened her mouth and bit off a piece. Some juice immediately ran out the corner of her mouth. She lapped it back with her tongue and squeezed the flesh down up against the roof of her mouth. The seeds rolled between her tongue and palate and the juices crept down her throat. She chewed on the skin, releasing even more flavors and cracking down into the seeds on her molars. She turned the soft fruit in her mouth with her tongue, feeling it against the roof of her mouth and spreading the flavor across her tastebuds. The baronessa prompted her, "Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes. I like it very much, Baronessa."

"How do you like it?"

Anatlaya swallowed the last bit and felt it slip down her throat. "It's so different. May I have another?" The baronessa split open another fig and put it up to Antalya's mouth. She took with her lips and moved it into her mouth, letting the juice trickle down her neck. It was as delicious as the first. The baronessa bit off half of another ripe fig and put the remainder into Antlya's open mouth. They both watched each other chew the fruit. With their hunger sated, the two women rinsed their hands and wiped the corners of their mouths.

Lying back on her right arm and facing Antalya, the baronessa started to speak. "Now I think it is time I lived up to some of the promises I made to your Master." Antalya sat up and kneeled back on her heels to listen to what she had to say about her Master. "He and I spent a lot of time trying to decide what would be best for you. In the end we were able to reach an agreement that allowed you to come here at a rate lower than what I charge other clients." Antalya had no idea about any agreements that had been made upon her behalf. "The many letters I received from him pleading your case persuasively won me. You are very blessed to have him as your master. Do you know this, Antalya?"

"I do believe it, Baronessa," nodding her head and thinking how grateful she was without even being aware of the lengths He had gone to in order that she be given such a gift as this.

"I am not in the habit of undervaluing my services. Your master nevertheless convinced me of your potential. He thought it might be useful for me to relate to you some of my story for you to understand yourself." The baronessa leaned forward and looked pointedly in to Antalya's face, "Because, Antalya, I was once as confused as you and I would have benefited from another more experienced submissive to help guide me to my fullest potential." 

"Thank you, Baronessa." Antalya then listened carefully as the baronessa recounted the only summer she spent in the United States on a college scholarship where she met the first man who understood how to exploit and treasure her submissive side. She arrived on the University of Michigan campus in the spring with little money for housing expenses. Wanting to get as much contact as possible from her peers in order to build up her English, she purchased a contract in a housing cooperative. The house was run with member labor and they all shared meals together. He was there with her every night at dinnertime, each watching the other but not openly betraying their mutual interest. He was a few years older, having graduated that spring and was merely living between jobs until his contract ran out. It started out simply enough, a walk together to the party store, which then led to a whole night together. On their first night they simply fell asleep next to each other. From then on she slid next to him every night, hardly visiting her own room. He seemed to open her up with a key she thought might have been lost forever. He asked her to tell of her earliest fantasies: about men tying women to tables, about being forced to sit bare assed in mud, and others she only recognized as sexual when she told him of them. 

But it was what he achieved with her unproven body that convinced her once and for all what her true nature was. One day he brought to his room flowers for her, nothing elaborate, but a gesture he could afford. They were simple carnation daisies with extra long stems. She saw them on the windowsill every morning when she woke. Sometimes before, but mostly after he had left for work. Even though she changed the water every day to keep their petals fresh, they eventually were spent, but she didn't have the heart to throw them out. He arrived home that night as usual, having put in a long day. She had finished her study assignments early in anticipation of being focused on him. They began making love when he without prompting seemed to be taking her down a new course. He asked her to stretch out, face down on their futon mattress with her hands stretched ahead of her. He took his leather belt from around his waist and loosely wrapped it around her wrists, but she didn't need the tightness to keep her wrists fixed together. He pulled her slinky skirt up over her waist, yet she made no motion. He ripped her silky panties down past her knees, and yet she didn't budge. He ran his fingertips along the inside of her thighs, and all she could think was that he never stop. He rose and walked around the room, but she kept her eyes held tightly shut. When he sat back down on the mattress, she detected a new touch on the back of her legs. He stroked her exposed skin up and down slowly with her bouquet. And as she started to pray for what she could not yet ask anyone to do for her, he brought the flowers down across her exposed buttocks with a quick swat. She remained motionless. Then again he brought down the flowers onto flesh, then over and over again. He would pause and run his hand over her throbbing skin, then without warning or hesitation, he would start flailing again. After a time too brief, the flowers had disintegrated and their little room was strewn with bruised petals and torn leaves. He gently leaned forward and planted a loving kiss on her inflamed, throbbing flesh. Perhaps it was also a tinge of guilt and confusion that caused him to pause. He stretched out alongside her and asked how she felt. He simply wanted to understand and fathom her thoughts. And as strongly as she wanted to open up her soul and set it before him. She did not even understand how he had just given her the most intense sexual experience she had up until then ever known. She pulled herself up into a tight ball and he stroked her long loose hair, kissing her forehead. She knew it was hard for him to try so hard to please her and to accept that she was inorgasmic. Only twice had she ever felt that explosion, and then only alone. But he had just delivered her an intensity that surpassed all her solo efforts. 

That summer was one of continuous discovery for both of them. They nevertheless knew it would come to an end. They tried writing after she returned to live with her parents in Milan. Each letter he sent filled her with as much exquisite joy as heartache when she could only think of how they were together once so free to make love and now those memories gnawed at her insides. She craved to have him back in her and to serve him unconditionally, to offer her body up for his enjoyment. She was too young to understand these contradictory feelings. She did not know how to channel her longing. He too could tell how their separation was making her feel. They both reluctantly agreed to cease their contact, the most sensible and worst decision she has ever made. 

The baronessa's voice trailed off abruptly. Antalya's heart had been racing, listening and identifying with the story. She wanted to tell her all about her own mixed up feelings, but she knew that now was not the time. The baronessa showed a look of fatigue and suggested that they be on their way home. She instructed Antalya to pack their things and crawled down and whispered some thing to Hippolyta and Palfrea. Antalya assisted the baronessa to put her clothing on and they marched back to the trap.

While the baronessa hitched up the team, Antalya secured the items in the trap. As she was about to step up and mount, the baronessa interrupted, "That is not where I want you on the road back." She produced a long cord and snapped one end onto the rings of Antalya's new collar, testing its fit with a sharp tug. She then mounted the trap, cord in hand, and sat. Picking up the reins with the same hand as she held Antalya's tether, she raised her other hand with the whip and brought it down on Palfrea's buttocks. The harnessed pair lurched forward and they were all on their return journey.

Antalya strutted to keep apace as well as she could, holding her head erect and proud. She occasionally would look up to see the baronessa glancing back over her shoulder. Between the sound of the wheels and the cracking of the whip, Antalya let her mind wander. She started to imagine herself as war captive on her way to an auction block to be bid on by sultans looking to restock their harems. She imagined how they would assess her beauty and fantasize about using her for their sinful pleasure. But as she marched along she noticed how her feet began to step in tempo with ladies straining to pull under the baronessa's consistent goading. She thought about how it might feel to be a fresh filly being taken back to the villa to be broken in by the baronessa's groom. She began to envy those who could feel the strain of the bridle in their mouths. Antalya only then wished that this day not end.



The Baronessa's Charge Ch. 6



Antalya heard the opening of the door to her bedchamber while she was still half asleep. She stirred but she could not make out a figure with the crepuscular glow barely illuminating the darkened room. She strained her eyes, blinking them over again and only recognized the figure when she was spoken to.

"The baronessa wants you to come with me now," said Miss Kim.

Antalya began to sit up in bed but she was tossed back immediately. She had forgotten that the previous night after escorting her to her room, and undoing the laces of her corset, Miss Kim had then tied Antalya's lead to a metal ring mounted to the head of the bed. Antalya readjusted the collar to fit back where it was snug but comfortable. Miss Kim undid the knot and gently gave a few tugs to pull the sleeper out of her slumber and on her feet. She then ordered Antalya to strip the bedclothes and to gather them up. She then promptly led her out of the bedchamber. 

Antalya's feet still felt sore from the previous day's long walk, but she didn't let any discomfort show on her face. The cool terrazzo actually helped some to soothe the roughened balls of her feet. With the laundry bundle piled up under chin and darkness of the corridor falling around her, she was forced to rely on the sound of Miss Kim's heels and the steady tension on her lead to guide her way. They walked past the main doorway to the walled garden where she caught a glimpse of the sun peeking over the horizon. Miss Kim pulled her further into an unexplored wing of the villa. Walking along without being able to see ahead of her, she was finally pulled into a side room where her eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright candlelight. She saw a low, broad central basin around which Palfrea and Hippolyta were already down on their knees, sweating and scrubbing on washboards. Miss Kim pulled her up to the basin and unclasped her lead. She then took the laundry from her arms and dropped it in the water to soak.

"Lift you arms." Antalya did as she was told and Miss Kim lifted her nightgown over her head and tossed it to into the water. Miss Kim handed her a washboard and a lump of soap. Antalya needed no further instruction. She leaned over the basin, copying the actions of the other two, and began working. She gathered up her wet nightgown and started to scrub up and down with her right hand, wedging the board against her chest to steady it. The water was quite chilly and flowed freely from an open tap and drained over and out a pipe in the center, so that even as they added suds and filth to the water it was diluted and drained away. Her knees became wet quickly as she sloshed the clothing in the moving water and worked the cloth over the ridged metal sheet. When she had thoroughly scrubbed her nightgown, she rinsed it and wrung it between her hands into a long sinewy strand. She then placed it in a wicker basket, which Miss Kim had set next to her. Scrubbing her bedclothes, she settled into a rhythm that accorded with the other two washerwomen. The steady common motion they all shared lulled her into thoughts she had long ignored. 

Since her earliest teen years, her mother had always assigned the laundry to her. It was the cause of frequent tension. She hated the routine of having to sort and stack the clothes in various piles. They had a washer and dryer in the basement of her family's home, but she despised spending time down there every Saturday and the need to walk up and down the stairs would irritate her even more. Now on her wet knees, she wondered why she would get so angry. She always felt that her friends were able to do whatever they wanted on the weekends whereas she had to stay around the house, chained to her domestic duty. When she arrived at university, she was flush with freedom. But she quickly realized that freedom had its price. Her laundry would not just do itself simply because she was living in a dormitory. She learned that she was one of the few students who used the provided laundry rooms instead of bringing her dirty clothes home every weekend, not just because she didn't want to visit home so often, but because she was one of the few there who knew anything washing clothes. 

Her knees started to feel sore so she shifted her weight, lifting one leg up and settling some pressure on her left foot. Hippolyta started to hum something, which echoed slightly off the concrete walls of the washroom. Palfrea began singing softly to the tune. She wished she knew what they were singing so that she might join in. She plunged the pillowcase under the water to give it a final rinse, and then she twisted it and placed it in her basket. While she started on the bedsheets, Hippolyta and Palfrea stood up and each taking an end, they slowly twisted a sheet between them. They carried on singing as the water was squeezed out, splashed on the floor and slowly meandered to the drain cover. They then carried out the same procedure with several other sheets, thoroughly wetting the floor and filling their baskets. 

When they had finished with their laundry, they both came and kneeled down on both sides of her with their washboards and started washing the same sheet that Antalya was concentrating on. They worked in unison, moving over the whole cloth with efficient movements. They plunged their hands underwater for the final rinse and whisked the sheet vigorously. Anatlya pulled one end out and Hippolyta, the other. Antalya repeated the technique she had seen them do. Twisting to the right the cloth hanging between them, Hippolyta did the same and they steadily twisted out the water onto the slick floor. Just after they brought the ends together and dropped the last of the bedding in the basket, Miss Kim stepped forward, candlestand in hand, and clipped the lead back to Antalya's collar. She then conducted her out of the laundry room, carrying a basket held tight to her chest, with Palfrea and Hippolyta following close behind with their baskets piled high. 

Miss Kim led them through a brief corridor to a wooden door locked firm with a slide bolt. She shifted the creaky iron bar out of the socket and led the party outdoors. Antalya looked out to an area that was surrounded and filled by evergreen hedges. The sun was just then peeking over the rooftops of the outbuildings and casting long shadows over this private yard. The still morning air chilled their wet skin. She hurried with Miss Kim, while Palfrea and Hippolyta worked together, to spread the wet laundry over the clipped shrubs to catch the sun's rays. So fast did they begin working that Miss Kim didn't bother to unclip Antalya's lead and it dangled loosely between her breasts as they opened the sheets, snapped them tight in the air, and gently draped them over the sweet smelling shrubbery. Soon the yard appeared more white than green. Miss Kim and she helped the other two empty their baskets and after they were empty, the four women formed a queue and marched back into the villa. Antalya looked at the skin of the naked pair and saw the chill bumps along their legs, their nipples stand firm, and their arms held tightly to their sides.

Miss Kim led the way down the same corridor and past the laundry room. The lead chain bounced against her chest and rattled on the D-rings as she followed Miss Kim guiding their path with the candle held ahead of her. 

Miss Kim turned a corner and they all entered a large expanse of the hallway. On her right was a pine-paneled door. There were several side tables against the walls. The ceiling appeared covered by aged frescoes only sections of which did she perceive as Miss Kim walked around the room with the only source of light. Against the far wall was a bank of showerheads and in the corner was a large sink with several white buckets. Hippolyta and Palfrea walked up under the showers and adjusted the water spray. Miss Kim set down the candle and turned to Antalya to detach her collar. Now completely naked, Antalya was directed to share the shower with the other women. Antalya stepped forward and Hippolyta moved aside to share Palfrea's shower. She detected a coarse grate underfoot. She leaned forward to place her palms against the wall and let the water saturate her hair and run over her shoulders and down her aching legs. From the corner of her eye she saw Miss Kim busy filling the white buckets with sudsy water. Antalya returned her focus to the soothing warmth that was loosening her joints and bringing a flush to her skin.

Miss Kim lifted the bucket and walked behind and approached Hippolyta, who readily bent low and steadied herself against the wall. Antalya furtively glanced back, turning her head under her arm in the dim lighting to see them. Palfrea attached a tube to the bottom of the bucket and then kneeled down behind Hippolyta. Antalya strained to make out what was happening. It appeared to her that Palfrea was inserting the tube into Hippolyta. Miss Kim lifted up the bucket and Palfrea stood next to Hippolyta to help her hold her balance, wrapping her arm around her waist. After a few moments Hippolyta let out a moan and she released the fluid that she had held in her bowels. Antalya could only catch in glimpses what they were doing. She watched as Palfrea then assumed Hippolyta's position after which Hippolyta kneeled behind her and inserted the hose. Miss Kim then rehoisted the bucket and the process repeated itself. All this time Antalya had quietly remained poised with her hands held up against the wall with her head resting on the backs of her palms. She was watching the two women wash their legs, when she noticed a tap on her thigh. 

"The baronessa would like you to be cleansed also."

Antalya turned and looked at the bucket she was holding. Slowly shaking her head, she responded, "I don't think I could, Miss Kim." Miss Kim gave her a stern look, but then walked away and dumped the bucket in the sink. Antalya instantly recognized the error of her hesitation. She was not sent this far to deny an opportunity to test the limits of her body. Her heart sank when she thought about how she had just disappointed her Master and by extension herself. She wanted to turn to Miss Kim to beg her to flush out her system and to fill her bowels until she could take no more inside. But she stood under the water, immobile and unable to act.

Miss Kim walked across the room and dragged open the pine-paneled door. It scratched loudly against the concrete floor. Lifting her head, Antalya noticed that it glowed dimly through the door. Hippolyta and Palfrea trotted in calmly. Antalya swallowed hard on the lump in her throat and walked in behind the others. She immediately encountered the moist heat wafting over her body. Past the door there was a second solid glass door. She pushed it open, stepped over a high threshold and walked into a cloud.

Antalya scanned the room. Through the thick steam, she saw Palfrea and Hippolyta, seated, leaning on opposite sides of a marble basin, which was mounted to the wall with a bronze spigot above it. In fact, the whole room was made of a gray and white streaked marble. Above her was a segmented oculus casting a dull brilliance over the setting from the oblique morning light. There was a built-in bench running around the perimeter with another basin mounted on the wall. There in the center, directly below the oculus, was a large marble slab knee high, the length and width of a small cot. Antalya perched at a distance from the other two and leaned up next to the basin. She closed her eyes and breathed in the heat, letting it loosen and soothe her tired body and confused mind. She realized that she must have dozed off because when she blinked, she looked up and noticed that the room was much brighter. 

She sat upright when she saw the baronessa stepping through the glass doorway. It was the first time Antalya had seen the baronessa with her hair loose and falling lightly on her back. The other women sat up straight and bowed to her, a gesture, which the baronessa returned with a noble smile. She carried in a basket and set it down before she moved over to sit next to Antalya. At first she felt nervous with the baronessa so close to her, but she was relieved when the baronessa leaned back and closed her eyes. Antalya followed her lead and let the steam do its work. She felt sweat rise out of her pores and form rivulets under her arms and run between her legs. She had only ever been in a sauna once before. She and a few friends had gone to a ski resort during a college spring break. After a day on the slopes, they all decided to try out the sauna that was located near the weight room and pool area. She later learned from her Master that she was using a dry sauna. While she sat there, she sweat, but the dry air burned her throat and hurt her nose. The sauna interior smelled like charred cedar and creosote. After she related to her Master about her sauna experience, He explained that He wanted them to experience a real steambath together like He had used while living in South Korea. They researched what was available in the area but the search proved fruitless and the idea became less and less relevant.

The baronessa turned the tap and began filling the basin between them. A stainless steel bowl rested at the bottom. The baronessa filled the bowl from the tap, bent forward, held her breath, and poured the water over her head and down her back. She repeated this several times. She then handed the bowl to Antalya and stood up. The baronessa stepped forward and lay down across the marble slab, her long hair draping over the edge. 

Antalya dipped the bowl into the basin as it slowly filled and lifted it above her head. She dumped it over her head and the frigid water nearly shocked the breath from lungs. As she recovered, she noticed Palfrea and Hippolyta dousing themselves but without any of the discomfort that she was feeling. She watched as they stood and shared rinsing their entire bodies. Antalya dipped a second time and poured the chilly water over her sweaty skin. Knowing what to expect eased the shock to her system. She repeatedly rinsed the sweat from her body as she watched Palfrea and Hippolyta encircle the baronessa. They opened the basket that the baronessa had brought in and found luffa sponges. They started buffing to exfoliate her skin, working on both sides. Antalya stood up and walked over to see their work just as the baronessa rolled over face up. Palfrea then placed her luffa sponge in Antalya's hand and motioned her to proceed. 

Antalya started at the baronessa's feet and legs, working parallel with Hippolyta, scrubbing in small circles. They scrubbed away the old in order to expose the new, fresh skin hidden underneath, but which had always been there. The baronessa remained unresponsive, allowing her attendants to move her limbs freely as they inched along her tone body. They diligently buffed her thighs, ass, and the expanse of her back and shoulders, paying special attention to her underarms and the cleft of her buttocks. When they were certain they had left no surface unattended, the baronessa rose and allowed Palfrea to rinse her off thoroughly while Hippolyta washed down the marble slab. The baronessa spoke to Hippolyta and then looked directly into Antalya's eyes, "You shall be next. Lie down on the slab."

Unhesitatingly Antalya lay facedown. Only then did she become aware how hot the marble was. It radiated a deep heat that thoroughly penetrated her joints when she finally let it and began to relax as Palfrea and Hippolyta worked her over. She let her mind empty as she was lulled by the symmetrical attention paid to her extremities. The baronessa walked around the operation, speaking and directing. Antalya had no idea what she was saying. Then a strange sensation touched her buttocks, but she was too relaxed to let it distract her. A third set of hands was now on her body. Antalya kept her eyes pointed straight down but she was aware that it must be the baronessa's hands rubbing oil along the cleft of her buttocks. She refused to flinch even as she felt her ass being pried apart, keeping relaxed in spite of her apprehension. She then felt a finger violate her opening. She kept her breathing steady and left her muscles limp, determined to let the baronessa proceed unimpeded. 

To make her ordeal more endurable, she imagined her Master violating her, with one, then two fingers. The fingers were separating her ring muscle and she imagined how happy He would be to watch her endure such an intrusion. As the baronessa rotated her fingers around the perimeter, she sensed newly found nerve endings tingle and spread subtle sensations throughout her body. She realized that she had little to fear. She was able to accommodate each successive finger wedged into her anus by concentrating on her body's response to the previous insertion. She could eventually feel the fourth finger wiggle inside of her. She didn't know how far the baronessa would stretch her insides, but she didn't care and her mind was without worry. She lay still, willing to tolerate any ordeal that the baronessa cared to impose. 

Then almost to her disappointment, she felt the baronessa withdraw her digits from inside her, yet an intense feeling flowed into her. The baronessa walked around to the head of the marble slab. She spoke down to her in an unsympathetic tone, "You will learn better when you realize that your body is not your own. Refusing to submit to anything at the villa is the equivalency of theft."

Antalya remembered very little of the day after that. The sauna experience had left her feeling cleansed, yet deeply drained, both mentally and physically. She retained only the slightest memories about helping to buff down Hippolyta and Palfrea in their turn. They all went and gathered the laundry from the laundry park after enjoying a brief nap and a filling lunch together. As she went about her duties, she kept thinking about the notion that her body was not her own. Her own Master had spoken to her like this, but it took the baronessa's warning to make her consider the full ramifications. 

That night in her bedchamber, the baronessa had Antalya kneel on the floor with her arms stretched out flat ahead of her. The baronessa straddled Antalya's torso, her high boots grazing Anatalya's ribcage, and rapidly whipped her softened buttocks with a cat-o-nine-tails until the baronessa's arms were exhausted. After which she ordered Antalya to stand in front of her. Antalya slowly rose. While she struggled to comprehend the notion that her body was a possession that she could give away, she was fighting to hold back the tears. When in a flash, she let go and it all became clear. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she realized that she was no longer her own. Her breath started to catch in the back of her throat when she felt the baronessa's arms envelope her body. The tender act only released even more weeping. The baronessa urged her to lie down. She then tucked her into bed and gathering up her long skirt, she lay on top of the blankets, cradling her charge as she drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning when the morning light beckoned Antalya to open her eyes, she awoke alone, yet not lonely.